It couldn’t be true. The rumours. The speculations. Buffy and the Scoobies talking about Dracula? THE Dracula himself, in their small Hellmouth of Sunnydale? This was something you had to see.

It was probably stupid, no, it WAS stupid. But you had to know, striding through the cemetery at night as the cold wind whispers around you. You were starting to think you should turn back. There was no Dracula. Your friends were just trying to rile you up.

But then- an unmistakable, gravelly Transylvanian accent is heard from the shadows.

”Awfully late for a pretty young thing to be roaming a cemetery like this…”