Cross? Check. Garlic? Check. wooden stakes? Anybody got wooden stakes?

The spider spinning his web for the unwary fly. The blood is the life, Mr. Renfield.

Great. Let's unleash Patient Zero.

Uh-oh...

They all gon die.

Welp. Time to plant garlic bushes around my house.

DOOM, I TELL YOU! DOOM!!!

Buffy... Where are you in our greatest time of need

~points at Spanky~ Spanky wrote those bad things about you. Not me! Destroy Spanky, not me!

I'm gonna need a whole bunch of priests and a lot of colloidal silver. We're blessing the atlantic and pacific oceans.

Sorry Asia, you're on your own.

I'm a pope, will that do?

Well, it's been over two years. I guess we're not getting our Draculapocalypse.

Drakula plays the long game. Don't count him out yet.

One non believer! Two, two non believers!

lightning strikes in the distance, as thunder rumbles closer.

Ah hahahahaha! I love to count!

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Revisiting this...I recently read that a lucky couple won (or paid for) the chance to spend the night in Dracula's castle, sleeping in coffins. I think that was supposed to happen on Halloween. I wonder how it turned out....

As long as the scientists bring in an equal number of redshirts, this will all work out fine.

Hmm... Blood loss for some, unholy immortality for others!

God, the comments on that article.