The graveyard is cold and still. Bright moonlight deepens the shadows. The silence is disturbed by a throaty moan. Breaking through the soft, recently packed earth, a claw extends, sharp and grasping. A sickly sweet stench rises with the corpse. Desperate hunger is etched on it cadaverous faceâ€â€ÂÂa hunger for your blood!
Buffy: Alright, I get it. You're evil.... [click here for more]