When I was a kid, vampire movies were the most terrifying way to spend a Saturday night at home. I remember cowering under a blanket on the lounge with my cousins, watching Christopher Lee in the ominously entitled Dracula has risen from the grave. There was nothing quite as scarily fun as an old black-and-white rerun of either Christopher Lee or Bela Lugosi as the Count stirring up mayhem in the quest for blood.