Now, I have read the book Vampires by Jane Yolen, and I find it to be superbly awesome, as well as highly inspiring for writers when they’re in need of ideas to use while trying to cook up their own vampire story to write, too.
Also, I have read some of the best stories in this book: The Blood-Ghoul of Scarsdale, Mama Gone and Blood Libel, to name a few. And if I had to pick a few favorite scenes from this book, here are the ones that I’d choose:
Cousin Jaspar touched her hair lightly, a spider touch. She trembled and fell silent. “Continue,” he said. And willy-nilly, while Cousin Jaspar stroked her hair with his icy hand, Clarisse read on, growing colder and colder with each sentence, both inside and out. She hardly knew what she read, except that it was no longer dull, no longer a travelogue. It had wolves and bats in it, and three women who thirsted for blood. Her fingers grew numb; she fumbled at the page. Cousin Jaspar bent over her, took her hands and chafed them gently, then lifted her up with irresistible strength to perch on his bony knees.
“Have no fear,” he murmured as he lapped her in black woolen wings. “The cold bites, I know. Warm soon. Warm as blood.” He lifted her hand to his mouth; Clarisse felt the stiff brush of his mustache against her skin. “Little cousin. Own flesh and blood.” (p. 54-55)
One night she dreamed and knew she was dreaming. She was lying on her back in a coffin, her limbs cold and very heavy. Gentle hands laid her there; a gentle voice whispered a promise. “Soon you shall be my companion and my helper,” said the voice. “Flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin.” (p. 55)
Right then is when he, like, glides over to where we’re hanging out and looks me right in the eye. Oh wow.
“Good evening.” He’s got this voice that puts all these chills down my back, but I stay cool because you gotta play it that way or you lose. But oh gawd, does he have this voice! It makes your hair sweat. Euw, did I say that?
And he puts out his hand like he wants to shake, but when I put my hand out he lifts it to his lips and kisses it and I want to diiiiiie.
So he goes, “May I have the pleasure of your company, young lady? The night is young and I would find your charming companionship most welcome.” Like that, you know. And he doesn’t even look old enough to have a learner’s permit. Could you just scream?
Nicole and Tina are giggling. Look, I have always known that they are just so incredibly immature that I shouldn’t hang out with them, but what can I do? Tina’s the only one whose old man lets her drive the car and I would sooner go into convulsions and die on the floor before I go ask Daddy to give me a lift to the mall. I mean, then you hafta listen to all this “The mall? Again?” hassle and “Did you do your homework?” and “Your grades would be up where they could be if you spent as much time in math as you do in the mall, young lady.” Ick. So I go with Tina, even though she does look like a pig in spandex. She’s my friend. (p. 82-83)
I mean, a rilly sensitive man knows when to shut up and look like a sick puppy.
Not him: “But no. I read great things in your spirit, my exquisite one. Not for you the commonplace round of drudgery and eventual doom that awaits all ordinary mortals! Not for you this brief awakening between the two great sleeps. Come, lady of my heart, for the eternal awaits us! Say but that you will be mine—unquestioningly, irrevocably!—and I shall pour the secrets of life and death into your fair hands. My devotion to you will be absolute! To none before you have I felt so strongly constrained to offer up a commitment of this magnitude. Ah, Janine”—and he, honest-to-gawd I am not making this up, goes down on one knee in front of me and tries to grab my hands—“I want you to go steady with me for all eternity!” (p. 94)
I highly recommend this book for fans of stories about vampires, as well as writers in need of ideas for a good story about horror, the supernatural and sometimes both. 🧛🏻♂️😎