"An ambiguously coded figure, a source of both erotic anxiety and corrupt desire, the literary vampire is one of the most powerful archetypes bequeathed to us from the imagination of the nineteenth century." ~ page 2 introduction to Blood Read: The Vampire as Metaphor in Contemporary Culture
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"If the vampire is an other, he or she was always a figure in whom one could find one's self...the despicable as well as the defiant, the shameful as well as the unashamed, the loathing of oddness as well as pride in it." ~ Richard Dyer
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I washed dishes and bobbed my head in time with Aerosmith. My mom and dad left me alone. My brothers had abandoned me for a basketball game down the street. The quiet didn't bother me because I had November Rain.
Above the sound of the guitar solo, I heard the faintest cry of giggles. Now, it wasn't an uncommon occurence for my brothers to sneak back in the house and play pranks on me, but this was different. I dried my hands and turned the radio off. We lived across the street from a funeral home and I could hear people shutting car doors in front of our house, but not their voices.
I walked into our living room and stood near the floor vents from the old furnace we didn't use anymore. The sound of children giggling fluttered up from those vents. At first, I was curious. Surely, a child hadn't crawled under the house. I slid to my knees, bracing my hands on each side of the vents. "Hello?" I called. I didn't say I was smart, just alone.
Nothing. I stood and moved back a few steps. The giggling started up again. "Can you hear me?" I called down to the giggles that seemed to fade a bit. Nothing again.
It wasn't until I rushed to the front door intending on running down the street that I felt them. The hair on the back of my neck rose. There was an energy in the room that stirred the asthma in my chest--or maybe I was just hyperventilating. Very close to me, almost like they were pressed against me, I heard the soft flutter of those angelic giggles and something eased inside me.
This was the moment that I knew I'd never be alone again.
And I haven't been...
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