They surround us.

You all know them. They pour out of cars, subways, buses and trams infiltrating all aspects of our lives. Can’t even spit these days without hitting one. Yes. Vampires. And them pooches hanging about. Nothing seems to stop them. Staking someone with “O.M.E.” screaming from their shirt seems to be frowned upon too. Not to mention the hassle it would bring from the press who’d be screaming bloody murder. This new breed seems to be immune to sunlight as well. Where have the good old Blade-days gone when vampires were respectable and partied in an underground lair with blood showers coming out of the sprinkler system? Poof. Scattered into the wind like they were dusted by Buffy herself.

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