Based on recent focus of vampire/human love affairs in both literature, movies, and television it seems normal for humans to fall in love with vampires and for the undead to rise heroically to their siren call.
Or is it the other way around?
Each one offers the other what no one of their own kind can. For the vampire, the human is a succulent swamp of scent, taste, warmth and fluid breath. But more than anything, the human is a test in restraint, a nostalgic foundering. For the human, the vampire is overlord, a master with a knowledgeable touch and cold genitals, perhaps the ultimate parent.
There's an element of the rescuer on both sides.
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