Slowly, the blood in common with their feet. Stunned by the sight, he looked drained by the hazardous liquid, as in his chest. Considered both the disturbing and terrifying sensation, because it reminded him of slithering snakes, and the approach of his own inevitable death. However, he also felt a strange joy, almost erotic attraction.
Unable to speak, mentally invoked per second than your attacker, do not kill me. I have a family. Then I felt his muscles are weakened and no.
His heart slowed, stuttered and stopped. Now, he knew he was beyond hope of life.
In his opinion, touching the lips of her neck, pulling the last drops in it. Then, as if life was just a single moment of liquids, a large globe of fresh blood covered his thick lips, mouth as he opened it and breath in the air.
Resumed pumping her heart, but it felt and sounded very different. I could not understand what happened, so strong that it lifted his hands to his feet with ease and a voice said: "Take this. This is life after death. Do like me and live forever."
He obeyed, tested the eternal elixir, swallowing another desired, and begged, "Please, I need more."
In his opinion, too weak to get there, and leaned against his savior without realizing that those who saved him after his death he had previously in his mortal life, without remorse.
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In the 1980s, libraries have created platforms for the horror genre. Those years were filled with the fear of world war, high inflation, recession, corruption, and more.
The 1980s gave writers like Stephen King and Anne Rice a chance, which was accepted and prospered from.
Then came the Clinton years. Somehow, Bill Clinton brought with him a new optimism. However, many old-style politicians, including younger ones who resisted the change, immediately after it was as if the hope for the future in some way a threat to their desired goals, which seems to be the maintenance of despair and fear of the past.
That seemed more interested in stopping change, to welcome the future as a time of renewed vigor. Of course, Bill Clinton was his own worst enemy, but they wanted to destroy what we wanted to kill him symbolically represents.
During the 1990s, announced that the editors of Horror fiction was dead. Libraries as a genre eliminated and combined with science fiction. True science fiction, was recovered and brought with it the promise of adventure, and technological advances to create a world of equality and the promise.
Then came 9 / 11. The idea of "look at what science or not" erode society. Cruelest of mankind slipped under the rocks of Afghanistan, and reminded us that the past was not the only time when men like Hitler giving boot through innocent lives to unjustifiable reasons.
The fiction of terror is back, this time tamed by "Buffy, the Vampire Slayer." Somehow, the almost invincible vampire, once turned into a love child vulnerable. Occasionally, the vampire seems to forget the mother touch more than they cared for his gift of immortality. Movies, television, books and hunting of these creatures of the night as if to appease or to replace the need to crush those who killed without validation.
So I wonder why vampires? Why the praise? Why hunt and kill them? Why fear them, but cannot get enough of what they offer?
Maybe what they offer in some way that makes their existence desirable for us. Immortality, not death, no sickness, no fear, no war, no corruption. Injuries heal themselves. Everyone is attractive to them and their yearning to play, despite the knowledge that a vampire’s gift of death and rebirth may well mean the end of life.
2008 reminds me of 1992. A choice of hope. I wondered if I would again be the horror diminished and replaced by a true science fiction or other full of hope.
Apparently not this time. Perhaps the desperation and hopelessness – driven by like-minded people, such as those that derailed the change in the 1990s – we pursued since 2001 remains an immovable object that divides us as a people, so now refuse to find common ground for the most basic human needs.
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