I shall never cease in my sentiment about what I want in a vampire: I either want them to be cold and cruel or campy and cruel. They can be sexy and desirous with a purpose, but they must be predatory. They must be brutal, primal, invoking the ancient survival instinct that has flowed from the violating infection of each to its prey since the invocation of the species.
Miriam Blaylock is just such a creature, and one of the characters who helped form my formative ideas concerning what a vampire should be. Portrayed by the impeccably gorgeous Catherine Deneuve in director Tony Scott’s movie The Hunger, Miriam is beautiful, detached, desirous, and, to my recollection, the very first female vampire I ever saw (and remains one of the few female vampires to find her way to the silver screen).
More than that, I remember being fascinated by the fluidity of her sexuality. This immortal creature, to whom time has granted the luxury of experimentation and examination concerning things like companionship and desire. She does not allow societal taboos to constrain her. She has lived long enough to know that external expectations mean nothing in comparison to the internal needs and wants that accompany her throughout the centuries.
Even after all the years that have passed since my introduction to the Lady Miriam, I continue to see her as the quintessential example of one of my favorite iterations of vampire…more so even than her male counterparts. She personifies danger, elegance, and beauty, with a sensuality that hides the unquenchable hunger of her kind.