She files her teeth to fangs, and if her husband says she looks like Morticia Addams he gets it in the neck.
Don’t ask Kriss Poison or her husband Blake Blood to come outside and enjoy the sunshine. They’re just not interested. These two kindred spirits devote their days to darkness. Their porcelain skin is positively translucent.
The two first locked eyes six years ago at a Gothic heavy metal club in Melbourne – two love-struck vampires destined to be together. Dancing in a sea of Goths, Kriss, 31, who claims to have been a vampire since birth, instantly knew Blake was also the real deal.
“You just know,” she smiles, her exquisitely painted lips slowly drawing back over perfectly chiselled fangs. “Vampires have a distinctive energy. I looked at Blake and we both fell in love right then and there. I had to kiss many toads before I found my prince.”
And did she have to bite many toads along the way? “Only the good ones,” she sneers teasingly. “I really have to love the person deeply to drink their blood. I don’t walk around saying, ‘I’m a vampire, I’m going to rip your neck open’. Yes, I drink blood, but it’s all tied in with love. When I met Blake he knew I had a blood fetish. It’s part of our lives. Blood makes us powerful.”
Kriss’s beginnings have all the prime ingredients of a classic horror movie. “I love cemeteries,” she says. “My parents told me I was conceived on a grave. My parents were quite alternative. Mum was a Gothic beauty. They used to call her The Black Cat because of her long black hair. Mum and Dad used to drink copious amounts of wine and dance around the fire naked.”
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