Friday, October 24, 2014

Guest post: "Where have all the scary vampires gone?" by Dylan J. Morgan

The series about vampires continues today with a guest post by horror author Dylan J. Morgan, who values the traditional version of vampires as creatures of darkness who prey on humans as food. Prepare to shudder!

"Where have all the scary vampires gone?" by Dylan J. Morgan

For hundreds of years the vampire has hunted in mankind’s darkness, feasting on the blood of its chosen victims and instilling a palpable sense of hysterical panic in the populace. Imagine a small Romanian village sitting on the banks of a river, wooden houses decked with a thin layer of snow, the rolling peaks of the Carpathian Mountains providing a majestic vista on the horizon. Imagine a castle on the hill; dark and eerie, a shape stands in one of the tower’s windows, sniffing winter’s breeze as it blows up the valley and carries the sweet scent of blood. Tonight the vampire will feed, and terror will descend on the village once more.

This is an image of horror; the way I believe a vampire should be portrayed to instill a chill down the spine and an increase in heart rate. With night comes death, and that death is gruesome and horrific. Nine years ago a new image of the vampire crept into popular culture, and it’s diluted the malevolence of the horror genre’s most feared predator.

Opinion of the vampire has now been divided, but I’m not even on the fence for this one—I’m off the fence and all the way on the other side of the lawn.
You know that lawn: the one with unkempt grass and soil that hasn’t been tended to for fear of disturbing the dead buried just beneath the surface. The lawn that backs onto a large mansion house shrouded in shadow and cloaked by evil, its ramparts adorned by gargoyles—not stone carvings, but real gargoyles: gray-skinned and hungry, searching the darkness for anyone foolish enough to wander close enough.

I want my vampires stalking our nightmares, hunting in the shadows of our world and preying on mankind’s complacency. I want my vampires to feed by ripping open your throat and gorging on arterial blood gushing from the savage wound. I don’t want my vampires infiltrating humanity and falling in love with humans—we are a food source, nothing more, nothing less. It’s the way it’s been for many centuries, and the way it should always be.

You want a clear image of how I like my vampires? Every fan of the horror or vampire genre has to have seen the Underworld movies, and if you haven’t then why the hell not? I like my vampire elders to be ancient and wise, regal in stature, and unforgiving in nature. The survival of the coven is all that matters and they will guarantee it endues no matter the cost to mankind. I like my vampire warriors to be cunning yet ruthless, not about to give an inch or surrender ground should their enemy be humanity or a ferocious pack to blood-thirsty werewolves. If those warriors look like Selene, clad in black leather and firing twin Beretta handguns, then even better.

The vampires I write about have a rich and deep history, most of it buried in the foundations of Europe’s most iconic cities. Before mankind spread across the globe, the vampires in my Blood War Trilogy were stealing out of the dark woods at the foothills of the Carpathians to drink the blood of man. This isn’t a stealthy visit into a bedroom to select a sleeping victim who barely notices when the vampire leans forward and pricks the flesh of a neck to drink the blood. It’s an ambush, with perhaps two or more creatures involved, hunting their victim before ripping his body apart on the ancient cobblestones.

The human race now believes vampires are mythology, a folk tale told centuries ago, but they are right here in our world, in the darkness. They have built their strongholds in iconic and ancient buildings in some of our oldest cities, and they overrun our world without us even knowing they’re there. In the darkness they fight a war against lycanthropes, and they feast on the blood that flows through our bodies.

Centuries ago mankind cowered with fear at the image of a vampire entering our villages to feed on blood’s sweet nectar. We need to fear the vampire again—before it’s too late.

You can connect with Dylan on Twitter and Goodreads, learn more about him and his work on his website and his blog, and buy his books on Amazon.

1 comment:

  1. True..... before it's too late..... but Dylan, wouldn't it be easier for us -the vampires- to attack on humans who think we are kind?