Vampires are a kink and have been for centuries. And that’s not an immortality joke. I’m serious. Ever since Bram Stoker scared the bejeezus out of pretty much the entirety of Europe, we’ve been fixated on bloodsuckers. I’m definitely not immune, although for me, it didn’t start with Dracula but with Lestat and Louis.
Arguably, sixth grade was a little early to be reading something as sensual as Interview with the Vampire, but I probably didn’t even notice the sexual undertones at the time. Or maybe I did, considering reading that book solidified in me what would become a lifetime love for these creatures of the night.