Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Dracula: The Roots of the Vampire Romance

I wrote Dracula, My Love, the story of Mina Harker's secret, passionate romance with Dracula, because I knew--I just knew--that Mina didn't tell the entire story in that journal of hers. I mean, let's be honest. If you were Dracula, and you could morph into a wolf, vanish through a crack, materialize out of mist, and grow younger at will, would you appear in the bedchamber of the woman you wished to woo as a fiendish, old monster? I think not. You'd present your youngest, most handsome and charming self, just as the vampire women at your castle appeared to Jonathan as ravishing beauties.
If you ask me, there was a whole lot more going on in that bedchamber than Mina revealed. It's easy to see why. Mina was admired and respected by her husband and all the men in her life, considered the epitome of Victorian innocence and virtue. If Mina fell madly, scandalously in love with the vampire they were all trying to destroy, do you think she would have admitted it to them? Or to Bram Stoker, for that matter?

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