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“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
— Sylvia Plath
"Where have you been this time pretty husband? I was sure it had been my turn to run away, not yours."
“The years have passed and I’ve become somehow disconnected from their passage. I would never run, darling. Never again. That was a thousand year error.”
Despite the heaviness of the subject, or perhaps because of that, making it absurd, his reply made her smirk with compassion. Time didn't heal necessarily, but it did numb. "I shouldn't make such a jest, disregard that. I missed you, have you been on an adventure? Or perhaps you had some rest?"
She moved to him, his beauty and the familiar powerful heartbeat had her weak in the chest as usual. Pretty husband. Her beautiful monster boy. She should spoil him sometime. Taking his hands she gave them a squeeze before placing them on her plushy bottom, her own hands traveling up his arms to squeeze his biceps then a loose hug over his shoulders, honey eyes indulging.
Auguste Rodin’s L'Éternel Printemps (detail)
there are very rich parallels you can draw between Marius' vampirism and his slave-ownership (parasitism and exploitation) or his sexual abuses (violation of consent and autonomy), but i'm really chewing on Marius' vampiric actions as a form of selfish wastefulness.
after he abandons Pandora, his consumption of human blood and human life in Rome is emotion-driven and outstrips his actual hunger or need.
Marius condemns himself to loneliness because he is too angry and proud to admit his wrongdoing or apologise to the companion he has wronged (not that he necessarily sees the situation as requiring an apology, merely some form of action that will bring Pandora back to him).
instead, he is feeding from and killing humans to satisfy an emotional need (maybe as a proxy for intimacy and companionship, given the constant parallels drawn in this series between vampiric feeding and physical / emotional intimacy, as well as Marius' own linking of his actions to loneliness).
in particular, he is "wasting" human blood (and therefore human lives) by spilling more than he can drink. this is "wasteful" even within the inherently "wasteful" context of the vampire, who - to use Marius' own words - is "a monster who slew humans for his own survival [and has] a greedy mind and heart".
Madeline Potter has a really interesting article about the links between bloodshed, waste, and vampirism. she points to bloodshed as a form of waste (blood is wasted when it is not sustaining the life of the person it belongs to). while medical procedures like blood transfusion can be life-preserving and so not wasteful (see Lucy in Dracula receiving several transfusions), vampiric feeding can be considered wasteful because it is sustaining what is essentially a corpse (because the vampire is undead i.e., it is not alive, but it also occupies a transitional space because it is not fully dead either), which in itself can be considered a form of waste (abject). waste (spilled blood) is feeding waste (dead body).
however, nourishment is not wasteful (even though it is transformed into waste as it nourishes the body and is then eliminated), and so vampiric feeding can be said to confuse this waste / non-waste binary.
...at this point, shed blood ceases to be waste in its primary sense; instead, it is necessary for the sustainment of the vampiric life...When Stoker’s Count bleeds his victims, he does so because he needs their blood to survive; but there is also, inherent in the exchange between vampire and victim, as we see when Dracula feeds on Lucy and Mina, the potential for the victim’s transformation...[Blood] sustains and creates undead life. In this sense, blood is both waste and nourishment...In blurring these distinctions and collapsing the self into the other, Stoker obscures the difference between waste and nourishment, but also between healing and dying. [...] As we have seen, the Count takes blood from [Lucy] as medicine necessary for his survival. But if the vampire, as an animated corpse, is the fantastical embodiment of Kristevan waste, then the blood Lucy loses is also waste, for it sustains the vampiric corpse in its undead existence... Still...Count Dracula can give back...The very fact that Lucy becomes herself one of the undead is proof of the vampiric generation... The same blood, then, taken from the victim, is given back. As Mina drinks Dracula’s blood, she inadvertently drinks her own blood, for the vampire has been feeding off her. Once again, the boundaries between waste and nourishment fade out, and the self fuses with the other, in a union of life and death. [...] The intimate exchange between Mina and Dracula has often been read in sexual terms. These sexual undertones are indeed impossible to ignore. In God and the Gothic, Alison Milbank notes how Dracula holds Mina “upon his bosom in a parody of marital affection,” lumping together the sexual implications of their blood exchange and the reversal of the loving bond between spouses. - 'Body and Blood: Literary Vampirism at the Intersection of Theological Hunger and Physical Waste' by Madeline Potter
among the many interesting things discussed in this article, i find the way Madeline brings together and blurs the dichotomy of life / healing / nourishment / medicine versus death / dying / waste in the vampiric transformation to be particularly compelling, because it touches on the complex feelings evoked by Marius' turning Armand into a vampire (a "parody of marital affection" if ever there was one).
on the one hand, he is undeniably saving Armand's life by turning him (a process which involves feeding Armand his own blood after Marius has already consumed it). on the other hand, all of Marius' actions - including his habitual feeding / predation on Armand and his premeditated intent to turn him, despite his pretense to the contrary - have led to him "wasting" Armand's human life. (this is not to imply anything negative about the worth of Armand's life either before or after his vampirization, just reflecting on the additional layer of analysis this can provide when we try to unpack and articulate the extent of Marius' selfish carelessness.)
it's also interesting that so much of Marius' behaviours that lead to his turning Armand - his hypocritical anger at Armand for sleeping with other people (on Marius' instruction!), his selfish cultivation of Armand as (in Marius' mind) an ~inferior innocent~ that he can mold into the perfect companion (unlike Pandora, who was his social "equal" whom he abandoned in part because of her staunch refusal to be mastered by him) - also stem from his feelings of loneliness, and his decision to "indulge" in behaviours that hurt others so long as they console him, regardless of how selfish or wasteful these actions become. rinse and repeat the cycle.
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"Do not eat the brownies in the green tin."
"Oh." Eric blinked, looking at the girl who had spoken up. He didn't think he'd ever seen her before. All the same, he withdrew his hand and picked a safer snack from a different tupperware box. "Okay. Why, what's in them? Is it something more than just weed?"
She grinned at his reaction, eyes lidded but obviously not too drunk or out of her senses. "No, well, the guy who made them, I know for a fact he doesn't wash his hands, also that his mother is super sick with the flu... he lives with her...." Picking through a candy jar she finally decides on a cherry sucker. "Oh, and I heard him talking about how he had to test the eggs if they were still good, since the mom hasn't been cooking or getting groceries you know, anyways, he was sure that if the egg floated it meant it was still good." She put the sucker in her mouth, "Double whaaammmyyy-"
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"I think i just drank pickle brine."
"As a dare? Are you that drunk that you couldn't smell it?" There was a small gag on her behalf knowing that was not pleasant if she was expecting to be drunk. "Guess that's better than when someone drank piss by mistake."
"I liked it, I think the dude forgot to put the vodka in." She was just starting to get tipsy and when Armand gagged just from the thought she laughed, louder than she had ever been at that point. She snarled her nose at the piss comment, "Yuck. I want a real pickle shot now though, I gotta go back to the kitchen. What are you drinking? I can get u a refill while im at it."
"Leave it to you to enjoy the taste of brine. I much rather drink the vodka straight." Seeing her laugh was almost worth offering to take one of those shots with her just to let her see his reaction. "I'll come with you, my drink of choice will be whatever bottle I can get away with grabbing." Not that anyone often attempted to stop him, that pretty face was enough to end most arguments. "Is the goal to drink until you pass out tonight?"
"Yay!" She was glad he would stay with her, she wouldn't be alone tonight at a big party where she hardly knew anyone. She laughed at his plan and she lead the way, "A pirates life ay? Pass out? Dont know her. I'll be drinking until I get confirmation of what lucky man will be picking me up." She wiggles her phone, lock screen showing a black cat holding a kitchen knife in its mouth.
They made it to the kitchen where she had to move a drunk leaned on the cabinet and into a chair so she could reach the vodka and pickle juice. "Did you come here with anyone Armand?"
This was why he enjoyed Pandora, they both understood the correct way to enjoy a party. Either Armand was going home alone where one of his roommates would get to deal with that, going to someone's house, or getting put in his place. Those were the only true options that ever occurred. "Have you already sent out your feelers to see who is craving you?"
As Pandora made work of getting her drink Armand's fingers danced over several bottles as if to decide how much he wish to remember that night. "Solo tonight, though I did meet a new man that I may ruin the life of." There was no laughter as he did mean that but they would enjoy it wouldn't they? Deciding he would grab a simple bottle of flavored vodka for now. "Who are you hoping to come get you tonight?"
She nodded, taking a bite of pickle as she measured her concoction. She cackled, "Newww hmmmm? What are they liiiike?" Would it be awkward to say that she hoped it was their mutual naughty professor Romanus she hoped would be tossing her around? Probably best to ignore the giant slutty man in the room, to keep the peace. She'd hate to make him upset in anyway. It sometimes bothered her, that the beautiful professor had other lovers, if she thought about it too much. But she was a true polyamorous soul and knew the priceless value of having many lovers. As long as she wasn't ignored or discarded, shed continue to see the professor no matter. "Mmmmmmm a beefy man, pretty blue eyes. Haven't been able to get him off my mind since we last rolled around."
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