By undead I by no means am speaking of anything that slid out of the creative mind of one George A. Romero. I am, however, referring to a certain race of supernatural beings that are called vampires. Yes, the other undead. They are immortal, super-strong, very fast, drink blood, have skin that literally pales in comparison to a humans, and can apparently fly in some story variations.
Perhaps my most fondest memories of the fanged blood-lusters are from one of my most coveted television series, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I mean yeah, I initially watched it because of the high degree of hotness that was Sarah Michelle Gellar. I thought she was extremely “purty”. But the drama powered storylines as well as the comic relief and surprising relation to real life teenage angst despite the fictitious characters forced me to continue coming back for more. I then gravitated on over to Angel, its spin-off, when it finally debuted. Joss Whedon happens to be something of a genius. Since those very classic good times, different ideas and variations of vampires have been slung upon us to hopefully accept and eventually love.