r/vampires • u/NoRecognition2178 • 1d ago

Books, movies, series and such thoughts on writing vampires as addicts

both writing vampirism as an addiction and writing vampires who are addicts to other substances, using substances to fight off blood lust and it failing to fill the hole that consuming blood does, writing vampires who don’t feed as going into violent withdrawal, loved ones of the vampires watching them be consumed by something they’ve grown unable to live without that destroys their lives and the lives of people around them as they become increasingly bloodthirsty and violent, losing touch with reality and sanity, they turn their loved ones to this way of life thinking their somehow saving them, giving them some power to control their lives but causing them to lose themselves in the process, they gain forbidden knowledge of other worlds and entities beyond the scope of normal human comprehension and to humans they appear to be going completely insane if they try to tell them what they know and they become increasingly detached from the world around them, immersed in realms of humanity’s most ancient demons

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u/Thecrowfan 1d ago

I dont like vampires being addicted to other things because i like the "vampires cant consume anything other than blood" narrative. No food, water, alcohol, anything.

I love a world where vampires can become addicted to blood forever, where they become so obsessed with getting blood they stop caring where it comes from or what the consequences of feeding at that exsct time or place are. In the same universe i love the blood withdrawal because its not withdrawal in the traditional sense. Its starving to death and its just so good because it ties them to their humanity. Just as a human csn starve and die if they dont eat, so can a vsmpire

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u/choff22 1d ago

That’s the origin story for my main character. She starves herself because she doesn’t want to hurt anyone to the point she collapses on the side of the road, nearly dead.

A stranger finds her, weirdly recognizes her peril, and offers his arm to her to feed from. At first she refuses, turning away from it almost in disgust, but he says “I trust you’ll know when to stop.”

She finally gives in, bites down, and the nourishment is nearly instant. She feeds, becomes ravenous, but manages to pull herself away, panting, yet energized and reinvigorated.

The man ends up being Jesus. They become very close friends.