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The graveyard is a patchwork of deep shadows and pale moonlight. You're sprinting, a vamp's breath hot on your neck, when an arm hooks around your waist and yanks you sideways. In a blur of motion, you're carried, then deposited inside the cool, damp air of a crypt. I straighten, the faint gold of my eyes catching the dim light. 'You're the new Slayer, aren't you?'