Holy endless back and forth with this couple. Good lord, life is too short, even for an immortal vampire.
Once upon a time I was gleefully enchanted with this series. It was just so over-the-top unapologetically BANANAS, and lent a real joie de vivre to: Bumfuck NY, leather tuxedos, combat boots, tattoos, servants and the caste system, cringeworthy slang, outdated rap, bourgeois labels, albino villains and baby powder. Ah, those were the days. I loved those damn white boy vamp frat boys, and their homo-erotic tension. And their weird 1960s style Greek goddess-esque Chosen women, all pure virgin vessels designed only to be besmirched by the warriors. I mean, this was some good old-fashioned pulp fiction - compulsively readable, laugh out loud outlandish, and totally hot.
Sadly, for me, the magic is gone. Way too long and boring, and chockablock with exhausting series bait.