This Vampire sucks the blood of his victims, no matter how righteous or beautiful they are. This Vampire does not symbolise every cliche that has risen since the book's first publication. This Vampire becomes young with time, changes into wolves and bats, controls madmen who eat flies, seduces women and baffles men of science just as well. This Vampire's skin is pale, bereft of life, and, most simply, does not sparkle.
Edward Cullen would rue the day he left his coffin if he crossed paths with the Nosferatu himself.
Dracula, as we all know (or should I say, don't know till we read it) is a phenomenon. Bram Stoker's style is flawless, the way that he uses diary entries and newspaper clippings is sheer genius. From his time, many vampire stories have come and gone, but none chills the bone as this.
If you're like me, you'd know what a vampire is only from movies or cartoons. Or, of course in this day and age, Twilight. I haven't read Twilight, mostly because I refuse to. But when you hear the word Vampire, you do not imagine a twenty-something person with a rockstar's hairdo and sparkly skin. Your mind jumps to the man with pale skin, suave hair combed backwards, red, piercing eyes, sharp fangs and a looming personality. Dracula is all of that and more. He is seductive, smart, cunning. He has had eons to study his prey and his revenge is not something that hurts for a moment.
Most movies get things mixed up, but nothing does justice to the original, though they have all establish the Dracula with black hair and no facial hair. Stoker's Dracula ages backwards in the course of the book. And becomes fiercer.
Definitely worth a read if you think you know what a Vampire is.
Sadly, I'm not the sort to be scared by reading a book. It is unputdownable though.