I've got loads of copies. You can have some, if you want. The artwork is... well, quite pretty in a photorealistic way. The story's a dog's dinner. Worst experience I've ever had on a comic (except maybe for "Scarab"). Apart from the fact that Vampirella is an inherently stupid and one-dimensional character, it was written before/immediately after 9/11 for a mediocre craven New York-based company that forced me to pull all its teeth out. My pitch was: Vampirella as Andrea Dworkin/Valerie Solanis/S.C.U.M. manifesto (Society for Cutting Up Men). Make her every heterosexual males' worst fucking nightmare. (Have you *seen* the readership of that comic? It's 100% the dirty mac brigade.) Vagina dentata in high heels. Etc. Instead, I was forced to write a toothless parody that sucked big time - pun intended.
One example: I had a supporting character called Harry Krishna who wore a turban. My editor: "God, no! We can't do that! Those filthy murderous Arabs wear turbans!"
And believe me, that's a relatively MINOR example of the sort of censorious bullshit and constant rewriting I had to put up with every day. The pay was good but it really wasn't worth the hassle. It was soul-destroying hackwork and I feel embarrassed to ever have been associated with it...
Does that make it any clearer?
