I don't understand what you mean here. Need is a choice? I guess I can see that need stems from a choice made once, but people don't choose to be addicted to heroin. They just are. People don't choose to become addicted to other people. They just do. Yes, I am. Personally, I think that there are several Romantics who would say that they don't believe in anything that isn't tangible itself. Romanticism was a pretty much complete denial of Dualism, Rationalism and Empiricism. I still think that the Romanticist philosophy is this: We can't know anything. We can guess, and we can feel, and we can suppose that things might stay the same. If I cut my arm one day, and it hurts, I can imagine that cutting my arm will always hurt, and thusly avoid it. If someone tells my cutting my arm will hurt, I have no reason to believe a word he says on the matter, because our worlds are not the same. As long as we're plummeting down the express elevator to hell, we might as well really enjoy the ride. I examine Intreview With the Vampire and Dracula. They're pretty iconic examples of vampirism. In the end, I also examine what the movie did to the book. (primarily because Interview didn't support my claim that we've gone from an agapic soceity to a passionate one and it was too late in the process to have to chew through another bad vampire book. The movie did support my claim thoroughly. If I were Anne Rice, I'd have sued over what they did to her book). Lestat may not be, though I think that deep down, he is the complete ass that Louis thinks he is, and you can't deny that Lestat does actually do the majority of the things that Louis says he does (I mean, as much as anything is "done" in a work of fiction.). Furthermore, Armande is exactly as Louis understands him, and I think Louis becomes pretty much self-transparent by the end. He understands what's happened to him over time. I wouldn't call them "over-passionate humans" and I don't ever remember using that phrase. Vampires are a warning to people though about what happens when you give up Love for love. Well, that's not really Love then, is it? I have to admit it sounds like a pretty crappy life, too, waiting every day for the other shoe to drop and for your Love to leave you. I'd even go as far as to say that that is probably a self-fulfilling prophecy.