Blood is life. Without blood, there is no life. The Jehovah’s Witnesses won’t accept blood transfusions because blood is so close to life - they’d rather die than take another human’s blood. Many of the worst illnesses are carried in the blood.
Blood is a symbol of sacrifice. Ancient warriors would drink their vanquished enemies' blood to show how fully they had consumed their life.
When your blood is draining away from you, you feel weak. You feel like your muscles have no power. Like your head is heavy as a rock but floating away. You feel hungry and thirsty but you don’t really want to eat at all. You feel, not cold exactly, but as if anyone who touched you would find you cold. Eventually, you don’t feel your hands anymore. If you move, you feel like everything is floating. You are happy to go to sleep.
Blood is thick. It is heavy, rich. It is bright and vibrant as life itself. Not too thick, or it would become sluggish and metallic, but it has a defining viscosity.
Blood is related to passion; a hot blooded man is known to be a good lover. When your blood boils, you are passionately angry. A blood pact is a passionate one that lasts for as long as the life of its makers. Warm blooded creatures are involved in the messy process of experiencing life in the most tangible way, while cold blooded creatures drop an egg and drift away.
A person with blood is a person who is alive.
The origin story of any given vampire is particular, precise. You can see evidence of Wolves wherever you look - they breed carelessly, they leave trauma and chaos behind them - but only the most worthy get to become vampires.
He must be cut down first. He must be made to know that he is not worthy as is, he must go through a blood letting. It is not his raw emotion that will get him through the blood letting, not brute force; it is his intellect that will guide him there.
The vampire is a romantic figure, but the ones I have known in real life were also carefree, ready to be amused and rarely as elegant as the movies depict. But the vampire has a dark side.
He exists as an illusion. His outer boisterousness, his confidence and his swagger, his vampiric intelligence, give the impression that all those things exist within himself. But he has been through the blood letting; his trust in himself has been sapped. He is a bloodless creature underneath, but he doesn’t want anyone to know. He clothes himself in trivia, his knowledge is superior.
Unlike a Wolf, however, he has not lost his sense of compassion. He may criticize as a force of habit, but he is selective about who he bites.
The vampire craves that which was taken from him. His is an unquenchable need for life, validation, blood.