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When did they become 'my' vamps?

Maybe when I retreated to the back of the house and watched multiple episodes at a time, all by myself, in the dark. You know, just to catch up with the series.

Maybe when I started to understand, from both TB the series and multiple other paranormal romance novels in which vamps were often featured, that vamps can be made different ways.

They're not all 'made' by the bite.

Some, it seems, are in fact holdovers from Atlantis and their advanced technology involving nanos to keep everyone eternally young. Unfortunately, nanos feed off of blood cells, and most humans didn't produce enough to feed the nanos, so external blood was required, hence the birth of the vamp myth.

What? I'm just sharing what I've 'heard'.

And then there's the whole bonding thing. Holy gawd. If that whole 'feel what your bondmate feels at all times including when in the throes of passion' thing has any merit? I want to be a vamp NOW.

Just sayin'.

You've got to admit, it's pretty damned funny to be sitting in a champagne bar, very late at night, in Chicago with a male colleague and a male consultant who don't 'get' the universal appeal to women of the vamps and let them in on the little secret. And watch their eyes get big, then roll around as they realize pretty much nobody can do what vamps are alleged to do, um, romantically.

Ok, maybe they're my vamps. But they're also countless millions of other womens', too. Women who go ahead and let their imaginations go to town and lose themselves in the whole fantasy unraveling on TrueBlood and in all of the very popular vamp fiction currently in vogue.

Like J. R. Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood series.

Like Lynsay Sands Argeneau novels.

Like Nalini Singh's psy-changeling series. (not vamps, but super cool and intriguing)


And so on, and so forth.

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