When opposites attract, are they opposites?


I’ve been reading the five novels (so far) in Emily Guido’s Light-Bearer Series.

The central theme is “opposites attract.” The Light-Bearer (angel) Charmeine and her eternal soul mate, Blood-Hunter (vampire) Tabbruis, battle those prejudiced against their “forbidden” mixed relationship (much like my character Jack must overcome his community’s prejudice against special-needs vampires).

As you delve deeper and deeper into the saga, the question becomes: Are the attracting “opposites” in fact opposites, or merely two sides of the same coin?

1992-S JFK Half Dollar

My main character Jack Wendell’s lucky 1992 JFK Half Dollar


In Ransom, Emily titled Chapter 15 “No Shades Of Grey” :twisted:, but by the time we’re that deep into the fifth book of the Series, a whole palette of morality’s grey shades unfolds before your eyes. Just like in Vampire Syndrome: Are the villains really villains from their points of view? Or even the hero’s? A good story makes the hero question who are the heroes and villains. A great story leaves readers with questions of their own. Emily’s Series accomplishes just that, and I would say my work does the same. In Ransom, what is the titular “ransom?” Not what you would you think (even after the end of book 4, Seditious)!

What seems to be a clear “black & white”, “good vs. evil” world in book 1, Charmeine, evolves into a world painted in expressionist flourishes of greyed moral choices.

Leaving us to question if there are even “heroes” and “villains.” We are all but actors on this stage play that we call “life.” The two sides of the coin, telling the tales, singing the songs, same at our core despite our differences. All of our parts important, whether we play hero or villain. All of our free will acting alongside the supreme intelligence force driving the universe, which some would simply call God.

Boom Boom Vampire Hunter

The final version of Vampire Syndrome contains a passing reference to Damien’s favorite in-universe anime, Boom Boom Karyuudo Kyuketsuki (Boom Boom Vampire Hunter).

From Chapter 13, scene three, Lilith’s point of view:

“I would say ‘fuck you,’ Damien,” I snap,” but Stella probably is jumping your bones right now.”
“Wrong-o, honey. We’re curled up in bed, watching a DVD of Boom Boom Vampire Hunter.”
Gee, what a perfect show to watch after lovemaking.
“The anime series?” Zetania asks.
“Akane Kitsuni bought all the DVD sets for him in Tokyo,” I reply.
“Yeah, I don’t like the American version, where they cut out some of the language and gore,” Damien’s voice says.

Damien is an obsessive fan of the “Boom Boom Vampire Hunter” anime series. The fearless heroes, 13-year-old Nabeshima and his psychic black cat Otaku, travel all over Japan battling adult Kyuketsuki in the cities, and hunting the reclusive child-like Kappa in the rural areas.

Nabeshima uses fully automatic machine guns, grenade and rocket launchers, and plastic explosives in his Vampire hunting quests. It is never explained how a 13-year-old boy acquires all of these weapons, and the series shows he is never suspected by the authorities of any of the carnage, simply because he is “innocent-looking”. His cat Otaku can read the thoughts of humans and Vampires, and communicates to Nabeshima telepathically in a schoolgirl voice.

The ‘over-the-top’ Anime violence has a natural appeal for Damien, but what makes human Vampires love this series is that the Kyuketsuki and Kappa are shown as pale white, no body hair, slightly forward brows and all of their teeth pointed to sharp edges. To human Vampires, this fictional, over-the-top Anime series ironically has the most accurate depictions of ‘Pure’ Vampires since the famous 1922 film classic ‘Nosferatu’. 😉

Here’s another unreleased excerpt from the original version of Vampire Syndrome, ©2010

Damien:

The pale white Kyuketsuki on the Boom Boom Vampire Hunter DVD box flashes my mind back to 1922. I was in Lilly’s office. Fred Henderson, our chief mechanic, had just returned from his vacation in Europe. He handed Lilly a souvenir. A film can. Inside was a print of “Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens “. Fred’s copy would become one of the ‘surviving prints’ we used to restore this film decades later. If only the Normals knew about that.

That night, Fred screened the film for us in the Presidential Mansion’s theater. I was in the front row, Lilly and Beatrice at my sides. When Count Orlok first appeared, the whole room went into shock. Beatrice screamed and ducked to the floor. Instinctively, Lilly and I drew our pistols and aimed at his image on the screen.

Fred ceased cranking the projector and turned on the overhead lights. We, the entire audience, turned to face him.
“Sure looks like a Pure, doesn’t he?” Fred chuckled, reaching down to grab his beer stein.
“How do they know what Pures look like?” I yelled at Fred as I tucked my pistol back in my chest holster. I couldn’t believe what my eyes just told me. “You did say it was Normals who made this moving picture, correct?”
Fred nodded while sipping his beer.
He rested his stein beside the projector and strolled to the overhead light switches.
“Legends only start when someone lives to tell the tale,” Fred said as he dimmed the lights.