I know. They’ve been done to death of late (and not always well), which is too bad, because I love a good vampire and/or werewolf story. I cut my teeth on Bram Stoker’s Dracula, which scared the living daylights out of me at age 13 and forced me to sleep with my cross clutched in my hand and the light on for months afterward. Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire was next and it took me a while to figure out why it scared me. It was because she made evil sound so seductive. Laurel Hamilton made me love the wolf as much as the vampire and then Stephanie Myer’s and Charlaine Harris came along and made me fall in love all over again. But which did I want? Did I want to run with a pack but still retain some measure of my humanity? Or did I want to give up the sun in exchange for immortality?
What would you choose? Run with the dogs or live forever?