Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Meg Cabot shares her childhood love of vampires

By Meg Cabot

It happened at a friend's slumber party, circa 1979. Bored of talking about boys (it wasn't really our fault: we were 12), I turned on the TV.

A handsome dark-haired man was biting a pretty girl on the throat ... but she didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, her long golden hair was fanned out across the pillows as she threw her head back in obvious ecstasy. She was writhing around on this big canopy bed while scarlet rivulets of blood streamed very artistically down the front of her white lace nightgown, which was hiked up around her slim thighs.

Orchestral music swelled in the background. You could tell something amazing was about to happen. Such as sex!

Sadly, however, we didn't get to see it. My friend's mom walked in, saw what we were watching, and turned the TV off.

"Girls!" she cried, appalled. "This is much too ... scary for you! Stop watching it, right now!"

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