I am new to The Vampire Diaries, like baby vamp new. My husband on the other hand, has watched since the beginning. He tried for years to get me to watch, but I was steadfast in my refusal. I wasn’t ‘into’ vampires. I hadn’t read the Anne Rice or Twilight books. There was no True Blood, Buffy or Angel for me, either.
At least, that was true until two years ago. I had discovered Bones and was completely obsessed. Surprise, surprise. That led to watching Buffy and then Angel, thanks to David Boreanaz. I thought that would be the extent of the vampires that I allowed in my life.
Wrong. My husband, who can be very sneaky, started watching The Vampire Diaries when I was in the room. Little by little, it caught my interest. I picked up on little bits of Damon and Elena’s lives and wanted more.
This is where I can thank Netflix for my obsession. I binge watched seasons one through five in a week. Yes, a week. I bought season six on Amazon Prime. I think there were seven or eight episodes at that point, which I quickly watched. I immediately went back to the beginning watched it all again. And again. And again. You see where I’m going with this, right?
Here’s the thing with watching the same one hundred twenty plus episodes in a constant loop for a month or more – I found myself wondering about this aspect or that. It was never anything earthshattering, no theories about upcoming plot twists or interpretations of characters. Just some observations that I eventually compiled and emailed to my dear friend, Lisa, who shares my TVD obsession, just not to the same degree. (thank goodness!)
I’ll be sharing in those observations in my next post or two. Stay tuned.