Hell on wheels has never been bloodier.
When a deranged mechanic digs up the dusty remains of Count Dracula and fuses them with an occult ritual and a tricked-out 1970s van, the result is pure vehicular evil, a demonic machine that thirsts for blood and motor oil. As the cursed “Van of Dracula” prowls the night, its fanged grill and glowing red headlights turn every dark alley into a graveyard. Victims are crushed, drained, and fed into the tank that fuels Dracula’s slow resurrection, one blood-soaked joyride at a time.
Enter Detective Brolin, a tough-as-nails small-town cop just trying to keep her sanity while a string of bizarre “auto accidents” leaves headless corpses in their wake. Teaming up with an eccentric monster hunter named Helsing, she’s thrust into a supernatural showdown against black magic, ancient curses, and one seriously possessed van. But when Dracula himself begins to reawaken inside the engine block, the stakes turn deadly and the only way to stop the killing machine may be to take it straight to hell.
Loaded with grindhouse gore, neon-soaked absurdity, and tongue-in-cheek humor, VANpire is a gasoline-fueled horror spectacle that mashes up Christine, Evil Dead II, and Grindhouse into one insane road trip. Featuring practical effects, cult-style cameos, and gallons of high-octane blood, it’s a midnight movie built for fans of B-movie chaos and 70s schlock nostalgia.