The Feast at Samhain & Vampire Thoughts


Three pairs of eyes, dusted heavily with shadows of Dior, beamed at the stage where a D-list “vessel” was just sold. The auction house, or rather, suite, was rattled by the combined ass…

Go read The Feast at Samhain, it’s great!

So the site automatically shortened that last sentence to read ‘rattled by the combined ass’, but if you think I’m changing it…

This is great. I love little stories like this, that don’t quite have a plot themselves, but just an evocative shadow of a story. Great for creativity, because they fire your imagination but don’t sate it. Plus I’m a sucker for vampires. PUN. INTENDED.

Got me thinking about this screenplay idea I had a few years ago, but never really pursued. I guess I should have, considering the vampire craze that went on, but cest la vie…

Here’s the brainstorming notes – reckon I should continue with the idea, or are vampires just done?

Child born with some kind of spiritual malady – desperate for love but lacking empathy, predestined to loneliness and rejection.

Self-exiled, he starts feeding on the blood of animals, increasingly younger and younger – he gains a strange virility and magnetism through this. When he returns home he has the power to draw people to him and to command them but always on the basis of fear and awe, never love.
This power eventually leads him to become Dracula/Vlad the Impaler – a warrior, conqueror, and torturer. This is the bulk of the film. As he proceeds to feast more and more on humans, finding his ultimate bliss in the blood of barely pubescent girls, he becomes stranger and more frightening. More typically vampiric.
Eventually the fear he inspires so outweighs the awe and respect that those serving him flee, his army disbands, he is left with his prisoners and his estate, and his hunger.
The film could end with him descending to the catacombs beneath his castle in deep depression, smashing open a tomb, and crawling inside.