The third of my five monstrous haiku is no voice but these words. Freya says, “I enjoyed this one because it made me think – is this the vampire speaking? or the victim?”
I suppose it’s inevitable that a haiku by me about bloodloss should be interpreted in light of my vampiric obsession – and there’s no reason it can’t be read that way – but really I had something far more sinister in mind. Imagine being imprisoned by a malevolent, with no one to help or even to listen to your words. All you have are scraps of paper and something sharp…
Francis James Franklin (Alina Meridon) 
How’d you get obsessed with vampires anyway?
I don’t remember exactly, but I remember being fascinated with Interview with the Vampire, though I may have discovered Nancy Collins’s Sonja Blue earlier. I’m never really interested in vampires that are supernaturally evil, but here were creatures struggling to retain their humanity in spite of their new inhuman nature. I like that conflict, and the other place it manifests is in my love of female assassins – and, to some extent, sexbots.