Pups

At one Seminar the writers on stage discussed how they came upon their ideas to write about vampires. And how they mined from the depths of their popular cultural experiences. Childhoods of cartoons, comic books and soda pop tops. Certain writers meet a market called Young Adult, YA. Implicit is the suggestion that vampires and the like are for kids.

Vampires are for real.

Remember Eleonora, the vampire princess from those Balkan mountaintops, the one who drank the milk of lady-wolves to guarantee a male heir. Despite the longed for son, Eleonora lived her life in pain. She had no friends, only money and servants and her social engagements were visits with doctors.

She traveled to Vienna to die amongst even more expensive doctors. Forensics were performed as a matter of purging the devil. In those days a princess’s corpse would never be subjected to the vulgar intrusion of an autopsy but such was the dread of her evil.

‘I like the taste of skin’, says my friend Darko, a young slim Serbian with black hair, he speaks sheepishly, ‘is that so strange? Am I strange? When she said I can’t bite her,’ he stopped talking and raised his index finger which he allowed to bend and point to the ground, he looked at me and said, ‘my, you know’, and he raised his eyebrows and looked sad, ‘does that make me strange?’

Smelling of sugar, a couple of teens, scooping mouthfuls of Key Lime pie off paper plates, he says to her, ‘we are like Grandma and Grandpa.’ And surely they do look like Grandma and Grandpa who are walking just behind them with the t-shirts to prove it. Four Midwesterners looking like a fleet of Smart cars and spooning up pie.

The wolves they bite, watch out.

 

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