Deanne Cooper Staff Writer
See, I was a fangbanger before they even used the term. It’s like being country when country wasn’t cool, except with blood and fangs. I have loved vampires and their stories long before the days of True Blood, Blood Ties, Moonlight, and The Vampire Diaries. I know, I’m leaving out Twilight, but they sparkle in the sun…hence NOT real vampires…but that’s another story for another time. My first real vampire love was Lestat, and while there have been others, there have been none that affected me like he did…well, until I met the Salvatores.
Now let me start by saying that I have not read the books associated with The Vampire Diaries. Not because I don’t want to, but because I made that mistake with True Blood, and it RUINED MY LIFE. So I vowed that I would never read the books associated with a series again until the show was over. This way, I get to enjoy TVD for what it is, and how brilliantly Julie Plec has designed and written it, and not have to fuss over what is and isn’t “right” about it in comparison to the books.
I remember my first “date night” with the Salvatore brothers like it was yesterday. Stefan and his clean cut all-American type handsomeness, and Damon with his smoldering good looks, devilish smirk, and his bad boy charm. Who couldn’t love a family like that? Now, four seasons later, I love them even more than I did at the beginning. I’m a Damon girl, all the way. I loved him from the first moment…even when he was draining people and causing a ruckus back in the beginning, he was MY brother. Now, that’s not to say that I don’t love Stefan…I do, but just not THAT way.
Damon Salvatore has everything that a flawed protagonist should have. The good looks, the brother that he loves and loves to hate, the waging war within himself to flip the switch and not care or to step up and be there for the ones he loves, the man who needs a friend but can’t open up to create that relationship, and of course, being in love with the one woman that your brother is also in love with. Twice. Does any of it make you love him any less? No. In fact, it makes you love him even deeper.
And there’s Elena Gilbert, trapped in the middle of two ridiculously good looking brothers who both love her and would do anything for her. But even as appealing as that may seem, they bring along an unhealthy dose of death and destruction with them, no matter how they try to keep it at bay. But no matter how many people get hurt or die, that doesn’t keep me from having the tiny wish that I could be Elena for a day. And I could be greedy and wish for a month or a year or a lifetime, but let’s face it…one day with the Salvatore brothers, and I’d probably spontaneously combust from sheer happiness, so I won’t press my luck.
But at the end of the day, the same thing that holds me tight to my Winchester brothers on Supernatural is the same thing that holds me tightly to the Salvatore brothers as well. FAMILY. When it’s all said and done, the bond that Damon and Stefan have, even after the centuries of fighting, feuding, and feeding, is touching and real. It’s what keeps them both grounded and “human”. Their love (and sometimes hate) for one another is what keeps me coming back and tuning in week after week. So, look out Lestat. You have some serious competition on your hands.