My first Stephen King novel was "Salem's Lot".
I was at the Stars and Stripes Bookstore, adjacent to the Army exchange, in Vicenza, Italy, circa 1973. I was hoping to find an interesting read, and this paperback novel with mostly black cover but with an odd illustration on the front, caught my eye.
I read the write-up on the back and it promised a chilling tale of a New England town where people were disappearing.
Not one mention anywhere about "vampires".
I began reading on Friday evening and was well into the book when I got a sneaking suspicion that led me to exclaim to no one within earshot: "This better not be about a vampire!"
By the time I realized what it was, I was hooked. I read it over that weekend. And let me tell you that one morning I woke up, rather dazed and alarmed, and went into my bathroom and checked my neck for bite marks. Yes, I had been dreaming I was bitten.
I was relieved to fully awaken and greet the morning sun.