The Vampyre

Reading The Vampyre was, to me, a singular experience. It felt rather a stereotypical story, with the romantic vampire and the insanity, though it was also faintly redolent of Lovecraft. But it can't be stereotypical can, it? It was the first of these stories, and dare I say, one of the only decent ones, though I really did not particularly enjoy it. The idea of the romanitic or human-shaped vampire is an interesting one, since it is all the easier to lure prey if you look like it yourself, but has become rather sickening of late, wrapped in layers of romanticized Rice and apologetic, glittering Meyer.
All in all, I found this story a sparkling example of its type, since it did at least manage a dark and disturbing air. And presumably an essential for any class dealing in macabre literature.