Meyers released her thrice damned book, and Vampires were defanged.
No longer would they consume plasma, nor spurn the cross. Hurting none, they were gentle protectors, companions to young girls. They glittered and sparkled prettily but ultimately harmlessly in the sun.
It was irritating, to be sure. An affront to a thousand years of mythology, throwing out the mystique of what had been a creature of terror. “Glitter-pires” left nothing of what vampires were in their new, shiny, glimmering personae. But nobody saw the harm.
Until the day the Pixies, the Sprites and the Fae started thirsting for human blood.