I want to do this now so I can have a small sense of closure with this thing. Otherwise I won't be able to focus on anything at all. And I have shit to do yo!
"Hi, My name is Vittorio. I'm a vampire. I'm extremely powerful, wealthy beyond what should be possible considering how long I've been alive, and I get to spend eternity with the woman of my dreams. Hotty mchotty hot vampiress. Her name is Ursula. I'm pretty hot myself by the by because I happened to die when I was 16. But oh! I almost forgot. I'm unhappy. And you should feel bad for me because when dinner time comes around I feel so very guilty about having to kill. Not guilty enough to refrain from eating, mind you, but still considerably guilty for a "demon". Oh woe is me for I still possess my mortal soul. It is my curse as a vampire"
The story was heading toward something amazing.. and then her ending just... killed it for me. You get everything you ever wanted (and something you never even asked for:eternal fucking life) and I'm supposed to feel bad for you? No, no I will not.
I will say this though: Her writing was excellent and she drew very well from the time period she was writing about. On this point I can't be clear enough. Her writing really was wonderful. It's the storytelling I didn't like. How you vampire novelists disappoint me.
Next up: Cormac McCarthy's "The Road". Post-apocalyptic America here I come. Should be oodles more fun ^^