“I’ve never understood that about the way you people write about us. I mean where did the whole, crazy, allergic to sunlight thing come from anyway? I mean I always thought that Stoker did a good job of making our kind frightening without inventing stuff that simply isn’t true. Why did the writers that came after decide to make us victims of the sun’s rays? Is it just a powerful metaphor? The cleansing, pure light of day banishes evil? Or do mortals need some kind of mollifying belief so that vampires are not so scary, so that we are no threat in the bright light of day? Don’t get me wrong I like that you are scared of us, or that most of you are. It makes staying hidden easier if we are the boogieman, not believed in, but absolutely to be avoided.”
William took another drag of his cigarette, tapped it on the edge of the ashtray and shot me a winning, almost rakish smile before continuing;
“So why aren’t you afraid of me, of us? Please don’t tell me it’s hacks like Rice and Meyer who’ve got you so emboldened?”
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