I don't think we love vampire stories because they are dark. (lie) Or dangerous. (also a lie) Or even because they'are sexy. (probably the biggest lie) But I do think we love them because they are written around devotion. A love so consuming it rewrites the person who experiences it. A love that says, There is nowhere else I would rather be and I refuse to survive without you.

I think we are all secretly looking for that kind of devotion. The only problem is that we have been looking for it in everybody except ourselves. To be perfectly honest I don’t think the invitation was ever really for the vampire. (he probably wasn’t waiting for one anyway and he was mostly just a distraction.)

The invitation was always for your desire, your rebellion and the version of your life you have spent years pretending not to want. The one that's been waiting patiently for you to stop apologising for wanting it. Maybe that's why you're here. Because you finally heard your life whisper and finally chose to listen.

Your life has been waiting on the other side of the door all along. Not demanding to be let in, just hoping you would answer.

So, the invitation is yours to send.

I'll see you on the other side.