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To see or not to see, to dream or not to dream. The myth of the vampire dwells in the darkest depths of our minds. It has been the subject of curiosity and exploration. Vampires tempt us with their exotic beauty and deadly flair, and even then we cannot escape the cord they have tied around us. We are mezmorized by their tragic existance and long to help them forget their pain, yet at the same time we long to be like them. If Lestat were to walk up to you with a chalice and put it underneath your lips, promising eternal life in return, would you drink it?

Do vampires exist, you might ask? The skeptics swear that nothing like it can exist, but in reality they do. This very page proves my point. Vampires exist because people like myself believe so much in the myth that they literally seem to walk among us. We romanticize and dream about their lives, bring with each new image and poem, a chapter; creating a new path towards the vampire's immortal life. It doesn't matter what kind of vampire one may worship, nor does the fear of being ostracized dissuade us. Because we love them so much, vampires come alive in our imagination and it is because of this they have existed since the beginning of time itself.

It is uncertain when the myth of the vampire began. There are ancient texts pinpointing the beginnings of the myth back to the time of the Greeks. In their many tales of gods and goddesses, there is rumored to be a story of a man who died of love. This love was so incredibly powerful that this man rose from the grave in search of his beloved. He never found her and so he roams the earth searching for the woman he will never find. I wonder what god's whim can be attributed to this unfortunate tale.

From this came the creation of the 'lamia,' or the temptress whose charms could kill any man who dared love her. Romanticized by Keats and other poets of the Romantic period, the lamia became the bases for many of the vampire stories we read today. This myth probably ocurred during the middle ages when men became patriarchal and condemned any woman who did as much as utter a whisper out of place. (don't quote me on this). The legend of the lamia evolved, but it wasn't until the late 18th early 19th century that it became romanticized by Keats and Stoker.

It was a dark and stormy night, and four talented artists decided to test their skills. One of them, a woman, wrote a book about a monster and his maker. Another came up with one of the first vampire stories to be published. The fact is that in this time frame, also known as the gothic/romantic period, many writers choose to test their limits, criticizing the industrialization of the age by creating stories that can still scare us.

I realize that my explanation of the vampire myth is rather vague. The vampire comes in many sizes and forms thanks to the authors who have molded and changed them. A straightfoward history of it's beginnings would take pages and pages, and honestly my purpose isn't to bore the reader, rather to intrigue whomever comes here. In the coming weeks this page will host a variety of things. These will be my pages, my studies, obsessions, and reliquaries to the one subject that has fascinated me the most. I need no more explanations.