Vampires are in.
True Blood, the Charlaine Harris-adapted stories of waitress Sookie Stackhouse (Anna Paquin) and her love affair with small town vampire Bill (Stephen Moyer) has garnered enough success for Showtime to have ordered a third season. (Even with Evan Rachel Wood's cancerous performance.)
The CW has been raising the dead for years: Superman as a television property via Smallville, the concepts of Melrose Place and 90210, Tyra Banks — but Tyra and her ty-rades still weren't enough undead for the network. New to the line-up is The Vampire Diaries (cast pictured), probably starring some newcomer's pecs and the bust of a blonde.
Oh, and there's Robert Pattinson - you know, that kid from Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire? Maybe you've seen him in that.
The vampire has been a longtime mainstay of pop culture, exuding sex appeal and terror, and the comics world has been no stranger to blood suckers. Just ask my Dad.
I remember feeling very connected to him when we'd go comic shopping on Saturdays. He'd pick me up, we'd go to the local flea market (I'm from Ohio) and he'd buy me the comics I wanted, even getting a few of his own. I'd have my stack of X-Men — and my father would purchase issue after issue of Vampirella.
Vampirella, vampire warrior: born either of Draculon, a vampire planet, or of a division of Hell. The character's backstory has changed in her forty-year tenure as comicdom's sexiest vampire.
The Vampirella issues soon grew to the height of my father's Playboy collection, and I realized that
