Chapter Four - Theories
Amy sat in the library with several books pilled around her. From the dictionary to the fictional vampire novels. From Bram Stoker's Dracula to Nightlight. The wooden table was warm beneath her hands from the time she had spent resting against it. Outside was dark and the lights were off, the only exceptions being the oil lamp on the table and the computer screen across the room. She reached for the dictionary, having to start somewhere and began searching the word she wanted. She paused, trying to narrow it down.
1 (of a person, their face, etc.) having skin that is almost white; having skin that is whiter than usual because of illness, a strong emotion, etc a pale complexion pale with fear to go/turn pale You look pale. Are you OK? The ordeal left her looking pale and drawn.
2 light in colour; containing a lot of white pale blue eyes a paler shade of green a pale sky
(Opposite) dark, deep
3 (of light) not strong or bright the cold pale light of dawn
She stopped reading for a moment, thinking of another word that summed Pryce up without referring to his good looks. Amy had discovered looking up sexy and attractive had led her nowhere. She wondered about him, having no real connections with him except when Duke was with her. She had heard him call Pryce Mr Frosty Cone. Eyes widening as something clicked in her brain she began flipping through the pages, while holding her spot on pale.
1 having a lower than usual temperature; having a temperature lower than the human body I'm cold. Turn the heating up.to feel/look cold cold hands and feet a cold room/house hot and cold water in every room Isn't it cold today ?It's freezing cold.to get/turn colder bitterly cold weather the coldest May on record (British English) The water has gone cold.
Her eyes breezed over the food definition as she reached person.
3 (of a person) without emotion; unfriendly to give somebody a cold look/stare/welcome Her manner was cold and distant. He was staring at her with cold eyes.
She now paused, identifying facts about Pryce was quite easy but connecting them was harder. She had spent a while finding all the books she could. She froze, walking to the only computer with power still running and opened Google. After a moment she typed slowly.
Mythical beings who are cold and pale
She froze as she stared at the first option. It said something about Vampires. Instantly she felt the blood drain from her face, her hands became numb and her mind stopped dead on the word. Vampire. That couldn't be right. Pryce was in the sunlight. But, his skin, his eyes. Oh god those eyes. She literally leapt from the chair and picked up an unopened dictionary, flipping to V and dragging her finger down the page as she rushed to find the word. The meaning behind the possibility.
1. A reanimated corpse that is believed to rise from the grave at night to suck the blood of sleeping people.
2. A person, such as an extortionist, who preys upon others.
3. A vampire bat.
She froze as she read the meanings. A corpse could be cold, but it was said to rise at night. Pryce was out during daylight. Licking her lips she began opening book after book on Vampires, hoping to find an easier, nicer answer somewhere within their pages. After a few minutes she cursed and flung the books down, wondering how the pieces of shit were even published with all the glittering and sparkling, bursting into flames and drama. Honestly, they seemed only to make fun of the fact. Still, she now had an idea as she opened Google.
Traits of Vampires in
Vampires (also called The Cold Ones) are the primary supernatural creatures of the Twilight universe. They are immortal beings who feed and survive on the blood of humans or animals.
Vampires are one of the three known supernatural species in the Twilight series, with the others being the shape-shifters and the werewolves.
"As predators, we have a glut of weapons in our physical arsenal - much, much more than really necessary. The strength, the speed, the acute senses, not to mention those like Edward, Jasper, and I, who have extra senses as well. And then, like a carnivorous flower, we are physically attractive to our prey."
―Alice to Bella
After the change, vampires' physical appearance and muscle mass is enhanced and perfected, eye color changes, and they no longer need to breathe, though they often still do so out of habit, and feel uncomfortable without their sense of smell - the first warning of an impending threat or the smell of potential prey. The ability to cut off airflow from their lungs allows them to remain submerged underwater for as long as they wish, and contributes greatly to their excellent swimming capabilities.
Vampires are extraordinarily beautiful, some more attractive than others, such as Heidi and Rosalie. Their beauty is described as angelic or even god-like. This is one of the several features meant to attract their prey - more specifically, to attract, fascinate, and (if necessary) seduce, unsuspecting humans. How physically appealing their prey finds them is determined by how desirable they were as humans themselves. If an already attractive human were to be transformed, their physical beauty would be "breathtaking". If they were of average interest, their attractiveness would be lower. If however they were not particularly pleasing to the eye, they would become average (as shown with James), but this is a rare occurrence, as vampires normally select exceptional humans to turn.
Their body's natural changes no longer occur. They cannot age or grow (things such as fingernails, toenails, and hair will no longer be able to grow. However, if an arm, leg, nose, or other such appendage should be removed, albeit painfully, it can be easily reattached. Vampire venom is noted to be the only thing that scars a vampire. Since the venom is adhesive, coating the severed end with it will help it heal faster. They show no physical or mental illnesses and defects, and their voice becomes more alluring, melodic, and seductive. Their heart no longer beats.
As vampires describe themselves, they are unchanging, "living stone" beings frozen exactly as they were when they were transformed. (Though to another vampire, the granite-skin feels smooth, soft, and warm and not the icy-hard touch a human would feel). Requiring little or no change to produce sperm, males can still breed, while female vampires cannot; their bodies no longer accommodate the changes related to pregnancy. In male vampires, the venom takes on a form so similar to seminal fluid that it can bond with a human ovum, making possible the creation of a human-vampire hybrid. The underlying biochemistry and physiology is currently unknown.
Their bodily scent is based on their venom, which is pleasant, not only to humans, but to other vampires as well.
A wise vampire will avoid exposure to direct sunlight in public, so as not to be seen by humans during the day, unless the sky is overcast, since their skin sparkles like diamonds; their cells have become hard and refractive as if they were so many small prisms.
Deviations from traditional vampire legend
Vampires in the Twilight universe are hard to destroy, as they are not harmed or deterred in any way by sunlight, holy water, running water, garlic, stakes, crosses, or human weapons.
Rather than being viewed as supernatural beings, they are depicted in the series as more of an evolutionary anomaly race.
Their bodies and skin are made of a material that is as hard as diamond (if not harder); to humans it is impenetrable.
They are much stronger than most other vampires in fiction. Some are strong enough to stop a cement truck on a freeway with one hand.
They sparkle like diamonds in the sunlight.
They are reflected by mirrors and show up in photographs.
They have no need for coffins; they do not sleep.
They are not theriomorphic - meaning, they cannot transform their bodies.
They do not have fangs as all of their teeth are unbreakable, and incredibly sharp and strong - strong enough to easily chew through steel, or their diamond hard skin.
A vampire society has developed, with a conduct code that provides them with a greater chance of survival than if they were alone.
The Vampire Diaries
CAN THESE VAMPIRES GO OUT IN SUNLIGHT?
They can walk in sunlight unharmed if they wear the semi-precious gemstone lapis lazuli on their person. Lapis is known as the 'night stone' (due to it being dark blue with gold, star-like flecks), and is a protective talisman for vampires. The most common way to wear it is in the form of a ring. Katherine also wears it in pendant form around her neck.
The lapis lazuli ring has made it into the TV series (as you can see from the picture above of Stefan's ring), and from a reference to the fact that Stefan must wear his ring to go out in sunlight unharmed we assume that the lapis performs the same function as it does in the books. There is also a shot of Damon fiddling with what looks to be a large chunk of lapis in unrefined form.
DO THEY HAVE ANY WEAKNESSES?
Without lapis lazuli, sunlight is lethal to them. Even a few seconds in sunlight can cause exposed flesh to burn and blister.
In order to enter a house a vampire has to be invited in. It
doesn't have to be by the owner of the house, but it does have to
be an invitation from a living human.
The more powerful a vampire is, the more they're restricted by certain limitations. One of these is the ability to cross running water. Younger and weaker vampires have no problems crossing water, whereas more powerful vampires are bound by darkness and physically incapable of it.
DO THEY SPARKLE?
Not as a species, anyway. What these vampires choose to get up to in their own time with a tube of body glitter is their own private business.
So, there you have it, the basic facts of the vampires in L.J. Smith's Vampire Diaries. If we haven't covered something you're dying to know, then please feel free to ask in the comments and we'll answer your questions there.
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
The idea of the "vamp faces" - to have vampires' human features distort to become more demonic - was implemented for a number of reasons. Firstly, Whedon wanted normal high school students that the other characters could interact with normally, only to have them turn out be vampires, therefore creating a sense of paranoia. Secondly, he was conscious to make the vampires look physically demonic, stating, "I didn't think I really wanted to put a show on the air about a high school girl who was stabbing normal-looking people in the heart. I thought somehow that might send the wrong message, but when they are clearly monsters, it takes it to a level of fantasy that is safer."
According to legend in the Buffyverse, the last Old One to leave
this dimension fed off a human and their blood mixed. A demon was
trapped in the human body in the place of the soul. Rupert Giles
describes how the being "bit another, and another, and so they
walk the Earth".
Some elements of traditional vampire mythology are used while others are abandoned. These said elements (listed below) are essentially the rules of a vampires life.
Can be killed by:
Wooden stake through the heart
Extensive exposure to sunlight (in Earth's dimension only)
Extensive exposure to fire
Holy water (ingestion)
Magical and supernatural devices and spells (such as an amulet that channels sunlight)
Exposure to holy water
Physical contact with a cross
Limited exposure to sunlight
Limited exposure to fire
Possession by supernatural creatures and forces
Supernatural spells and devices (vampires are more easily affected than humans)
Other vampire features:
Cannot enter into private dwellings unless invited
Vampires' bodies and clothes explode to dust when slain.
Have no reflection (However, in the conclusion of Angel's opening credits, David Boreanaz's reflection can be seen in a long narrow puddle)
Superhuman strength, endurance, speed, and senses
Have no soul (unless it is in some way restored such as with Angel and later Spike)
Cannot have children (unless foretold by prophecy such as Angel and Darla's son Connor)
Bullets cannot kill vampires but can cause them extreme pain.
In the first episode, garlic is seen in Buffy's trunk along with stakes, crosses, and holy water. It is also used by Buffy in "Wrecked" to repel Spike. Also, in the episode "The Wish," which explored an episode where Buffy Summers never came to Sunnydale, allowing vampires to rule the city, garlic is seen lining the lockers of Sunnydale High. Also in this episode they allude that bright colors attract the vampires, and therefore the towns people wear dark, muted colors, with the exception of Cordelia.
"This is just getting more and more confusing" Amy mumbled, rubbing down from her forehead to the bridge of her nose as she let out a soft yet clearly irritated groan. She leaned back in the uncomfortable seat, glad the backrest leaned backwards slightly yet not enough to hurt, just enough to allow her the illusion of resting. It still wasn't restful. She had tried everything and yet nothing seemed to fit. She was sick of reading garbage, typing on an old, slow computer. She was sick of the books open before her, and she was most sick of not knowing.
"You're looking in the wrong place" the Librarian was suddenly there, dressed darker than Amy remembered but still he was there.
"Where should I look?" Amy whispered quietly. The Librarian did not reply, merely turned his head to look at that single, ominous bookshelf.
"Duke told me not to touch that shelf" Amy whispered, barely trusting her voice.
"Isn't that curious?" The Librarian asked, Amy swore she could hear the raised eyebrows in his tone alone. Again she looked to the shelf, wondering intently about Duke's involvement before she turned to speak to the Librarian. She blinked in shock when she found he was gone.
She looked around quickly, wondering why she felt completely unwatched for the first time in years. She finally shrugged the slight loneliness off and wondered towards the shelf at a quick, short stridden jog. Her steps were silent in the suddenly creepy library as Amy stopped before the shelf. She caught her breath as her heart began to beat faster still. She felt dizzy as she rested her fingers against the gold binding of an old leather book. Anxiously she pulled it, only to feel something push her forwards into the shelf. She yelped and put her hands up to defend her face, closing her eyes and turning her head as she expected the impact that never arrived.
She felt her shoulders nudged forwards the shelf spun away from her hands. She may have pushed the shelf with the power of Superman for the way it spun away, like a curtain revealing the sunlight outside. The metaphoric light was in fact a dark room, which made Amy's eyes widen in shock then narrow as she tried to make out shapes.
The scent of death touched her nose, along with several chemicals. After a moment the fouler smells gave way to that strange, faint scent that relaxed her. This time her eyes stayed focused, slowly gliding across the bookshelves to the table, over an empty seat and coffin to the far wall. Upon it were paintings, dark paintings of people pale skinned and strange eyed. She walked towards one, squinting at the red eyes that seemed so familiar yet at the same time they belonged to a complete stranger. Her eyes brushed over to a sword, which was on a stand at the far end of the room. Her eyes flicked to beside her, where a book rested in a glass cover. It was obviously an old journal, the pages torn and ink faded. As she rested her hand against the glass to lean closer for a better view she was positive she heard a growl. She ignored the sense of fear she felt as her heart jumped. She took a few steps forwards, gazing into the dim room to find the source of the growl. She stood before the journal, tense and ready to scream at whoever was playing such evil games with her. When nothing moved she put it down to her imagination, or maybe it was her stomach. She was hungry after all. She turned around, only to squeak in fright as she saw blue.
There was nothing reflected in Pryce's blank expression but that was not where Amy stared. She looked straight into the belly of the beast, into the stormy eyes that were almost aflame with rage. The room suddenly seemed dark and stuffy. She could barely breath as Pryce took a step forwards, never speaking as he took another. Amy raised her hand to stop him, placing it on his chest. Through the white T-shirt she felt his muscles jump into tenseness, rejecting any gesture she could offer.
"What are you doing here?" He demanded. His eyes were filled with fury, his pale features schooled into a blank expression, his voice low and dangerous but what Amy noticed most was his body was tense, ready to launch. She swallowed nervously and took rapid steps back, never getting more than a foot away from Pryce as he stalked after her. He now let his brow drop as he glared, lips curling away from each other as that snarling sound he had begun to make with Gregg tore into the void between them, followed by a haunting silence. Amy's breathing became ragged as she bumped into the table. Pryce never gave her the freedom as he continued walking her backwards.
When her back met the resistance of the wall she brought her palms back, resting them against the wall as if she could ghost through. Pryce seemed to throw his body forwards, right hand flying forwards with palm extended. She winced as Pryce growled again, his forehead almost resting against hers and his teeth bare. Her eyes trailed down his arm, seeing the muscles clearly as they curved like perfectly round boulders beneath a layer of snow. She let her vision trace down the snowy forearm with the veins writhing down the skin, over the muscles she could only see a little of to his wrist. Her eyes widened as she saw the wall instead of his hand, with his fingers snaking out of a hole. It took one moment to realise he had put his hand into the wall, not just rested upon the surface.
"I…Um" She stuttered, licking her lips as she tried to focus. She couldn't tear her arm away from the muscles right beside her head, almost directly in her face. She tried to ignore the cold, whispering touch on her forehead. She struggled to ignore his breath across her face. It was like an intense, refreshing mint.
"I…" Amy's voice shook as she tore her eyes from his muscles to his eyes. She realised a second too late this was a mistake. Instantly her mind ran away with her, associating his rage with romance as all women would in her place. She shook, subtly gasping as his eyes softened for a moment. They were furious but also understanding. He leaned back a little, still keeping an intense gaze on her.
"Get out" he whispered, stopping any idea of romance dead. His whisper was not gentle and filled with unrestrained love and/or lust. His whisper was tense, aggressive even despite the calm he always had. It shocked Amy that he had said that when his eyes had hinted at understanding. She stood dumb founded as he leaned back further, offering her a way out. As she took a step forwards she felt his cool hand wrap around her bicep and yank her away. She yelped as she went airborne, knowing the landing would hurt. She never expected Pryce to grip her ankle and pull her into his arms. The word 'sorry' hung on the tip of his tongue as he went to speak, but instead he put her down and shoved her shoulders as he snarled.
"Get out" he turned away and stood at a shelf, head bowed and fists clenched. Something wasn't right with him, even Amy could see how edgy the usually collected man was.
"No" Amy said firmly, suddenly forgetting her fear. Rage flashed through Pryce's face before he grabbed a book from the shelf and threw it, Amy knew it was aimed wide only to scare her but she still jumped.
"Please, stop" She begged, not meaning to let the words slip from her tongue.
"Get out!" Pryce almost roared, pulling the shelf to the ground with a thunderous crash. Amy screamed as she pulled desperately on a book, hoping it was the right one. As the shelf spun Pryce's thunderous scream followed her.
"GET OUT!" he stood taking his weight into his forward left leg, bent in a lunge with his right behind. His chest was tense, muscles rippling and veins racing up his throat to his face. His forehead was also showing the veins, every single one. He was a beast in that moment as the shelf spun. He was not who Amy believed him to be, but this somehow did not shake her. He would have to feed after all, and soon judging by his behaviour.
"I'll figure you out, just you wait and see" She whispered to the shelf, positive that Pryce could somehow hear her whispered promise.