This may be the worst written vampire story I've ever read. Full of inconsistencies, leaps to conclusion, out-of the blue reactions and generally things that don’t make sense. You’d think it would be easier to retain consistency in a story that’s less than 20 pages long.
Mid-point the narrator, who reminisces the already concluded story, wonders how come the two lovers managed to die side by side, when he already knows the answer. So many things in the story don’t make sense that it’s mind-boggling to even try to argue about them.
I will search the world to hold y to spunk the life out of y to drink yr blood to mix with mine even if that cost world y mine mine mine how can be nether one sun and moon tell me over whit skin and soul my dark cloaths tell more y can run wildy calmly ingnorance i after y when pin mark my skin by yr ink there no more talked oath must be even dust hide yr smile yr laugh angel just for me i cant discreab mysilf far from y even all the sea hide yr foot i will hunt y with my white tooth with more tender of morning y will close yr eyes mine mine mine dream creap my bed for me i will dust my ash and make pirsonar bird fly free and make enferno dream ash just my love go fly free even from me i take that choice
Bill Morris is in love with his childhood friend Marie, their relationship is fairly normal until Marie meets a mysterious stranger in Transylvania that brings out odd tendencies in her. (I'm sure you can see where this is going.)
After having his lover swept away from him, Bill also comes across an equally mysterious stranger named Eve that treats him in much the same fashion, turning him into a creature of the undead. The whole story feels like an allusion to both Dracula and Carmilla, coming together in a tragic romance that ends in disaster for all parties. It's a bit inconsistent in some areas but it was much better than I was originally expecting.
Poor Bill Morris has been in love with Maria forever. Now that they're in grad school, he finally gets the nerve to talk to her. She says she's fond of him. In the meantime, she takes a student tour to Central Europe. She give him an answer when she returns. When he hears nothing for six weeks, he gets on a plane. He finds her at a quaint inn in Transylvania. With her, he also find him.
Eve’s lips parted, showing the even white teeth—those slightly pointed teeth. “You’re quite sane, my dear,” She said calmly. “You are now one of us; a revenant, even as I, and to live you must feed on the living.”
I thoroughly enjoyed the short story, and it made me feel like I was finally back on my reading season. The writing is terse and it doesn't provide that overly sentimental descriptions, which I hate. Yes, it could be a bit dramatic, but it wasn't soupy or wet for me.
Here's one of my favorite passages:
"You know how it is when at a wake someone views the deceased and says kindly, "She's beautiful," and "she" isn't beautiful at all; just a made-up, lifeless handful of clay. Dead as dead, and frightening. Well, it wasn't that way this time. ... The Scotch seared my throat and tasted bitter; someone must have poured salt in it. Then I realized that it was tears—my tears. I, Bill Morris, who hadn't cried since my fifth birthday—I was sobbing like a baby."
How dramatic and sad is that, without being too descriptive to the point of being sloppy. i'd have given it a perfect rating had it been as long as Sheridan Le Fanu's Carmilla. still a great read, though.
The story is clumsily written and is without the slightest suggestion of suspense. It is not interesting, frightening, or romantic; reading it was a complete waste of time.