Captain Kronos - Vampire Hunter Page #2

Oh, it's hardly a village.

Just a few houses

and a tavern.

We'll try it.

It'd make better sense

if I stayed

and had a look 'round up here.

Whoa.

Now, there's a funny thing.

What's a funny thing?

That soldier fellow.

The chap who's staying

with Dr. Marcus.

And what about him?

Going around asking

if anybody's seen

ought of a coach or a wagon

'round here

in the past few hours?

Offering a golden guinea

to anybody who can help him.

A golden guinea.

A man could buy himself

a deal of pleasure

with that kind of money,

eh, Molly?

Aye.

Is Kerro here?

- He's around.

- Where?

He's upstairs.

With a doxy.

Here he is now.

Here, girl.

And that's double

what you're worth.

You promised me more.

You promised.

And so I did.

You're not laughing.

Laugh.

Please, Kerro.

Laugh, I'm telling you.

I'll be damned if I will.

Laugh.

Louder.

Louder.

Oh, that's much better.

There's a good boy.

Bye.

Kerro.

When you talk to him,

speak soft.

I'll do better than that.

I'll speak money.

Dr. Marcus...

this is an unexpected pleasure.

Paul.

Good day to you.

I was just passing.

I thought the least I could do

is to offer my respects

to your mother.

And I shall be pleased

to convey them to her.

But I doubt

if she will even listen.

But a kind thought

nonetheless.

Paul...

A brandy to warm you

after your ride?

Thank you.

Mmm. It will be most welcome.

How is your mother?

No better.

But your dear sister,

Sara, she's well?

Very.

I'm delighted to hear it.

Your health, Doctor.

Thank you.

Witchcraft and Necromancy.

The book.

Oh, it was my father's.

At long last I'm setting

his library to rights.

Witchcraft and Necromancy.

That's the rumor in the village.

Yes. A grim business.

What's your opinion of it?

My brother

does not form opinions

too readily, Dr. Marcus.

Oh, no.

He broods upon a problem

a long time.

Is that not so, Paul?

You know I would not dare

to disagree with you,

dear sister.

My dear Sara,

you look lovelier than ever.

And younger.

What's your secret?

Well, she's not exactly

an aged crone, you know.

Nor ever will be.

"Crone" is such an ugly word,

don't you think?

Such an ugly thing to be.

No, I don't think

I shall ever be one.

Am I unwell, Doctor?

You're studying me so closely,

I thought, perhaps,

you could detect some malady

in my face.

No, your face is perfect...

magically perfect.

Magic?

Well, I must be on my way.

Sara.

Paul, thank you for the brandy.

Good day to you both.

Mother, you wanted me?

Yes.

Someone called just now.

It was Dr. Marcus.

Marcus?

What did he want?

He said he was just passing by.

Called to pay his respects.

Passing by?

This road doesn't lead anywhere.

I know, Mother.

I know.

Red wine.

The best you have.

Yes, sir.

Tell me, have you seen anything

of a coach or a wagon

passing by recently?

Nothing passes by here.

Only... soldiers... deserters,

running away from the war.

Come in here with big talk

of the battles they won...

or with the look of lost battles

about them.

What about you, Captain?

'Tis "Captain"?

Perhaps he stole the coat.

Tell me, did you lose

your battles or win them?

A little of both.

And not enough of either.

You haven't answered

my question.

Coach or a wagon?

Hey, you...

crookback.

Tell me, uh...

...how do you sleep at night?

On your belly or...

or in a hammock?

Or do you stick a hole

in the ground

and put your hump in it?

You see, we're interested,

crookback.

His name is Grost.

Crookback will do for me.

But not me.

Why?

'Cause I don't like it.

Oh...

He doesn't like it.

To make sport

of a physical affliction

is both impolite and cruel.

After all, I wouldn't dream

of calling you...

rat face...

...fatty...

...or big mouth.

You still haven't answered

my question.

Wagons or coaches, sir?

No, we haven't seen nothing

like that.

We haven't seen nothing at all.

Pity.

Marcus.

Stand.

Dr. Marcus.

Sara?

Marcus.

They made sport of me, Kronos.

They laughed at me.

Am I so terribly ugly

to provoke such mockery?

Am I?

Beauty fades, eventually,

but a kind soul remains forever.

My mother taught me that.

She was a gifted woman.

Very gifted.

And you, my friend,

my very dear friend,

your body was given to you

by God.

Just remember that.

He also...

...gave me a good friend

to protect me.

They were paid to laugh at you.

Those men...

they were paid to provoke

a fight and kill us both.

Is that so?

If what you say is right,

then...

It means we are getting close.

Ah. Where did you get to?

I rode over to the Durwards.

You saw nothing of a coach?

No. No, nothing.

What was it then?

A physicking or a visiting?

I hear that Sara Durward

is quite a pretty bed-full.

It was just a social visit.

And you?

Gained nothing, save a fumed

brain from too much wine.

Still, nothing like

a leech or two...

a little blood-letting

to cool a man's veins, eh?

Better remove our little friends

before they turn blue.

Blue?

I'm from very

aristocratic stock.

We are casting our net

further afield tonight, Doctor.

Do you want to come along?

Yes.

Good.

I will be looking

for something like these.

Only a little bigger.

She has touched nothing.

She just lies there,

like a thing already dead.

I never knew such grief.

She must have loved Father

very much.

Sara, perhaps if you were

to go to her...

I can't.

I'm sorry, Paul,

but I can't bear

to look at her anymore.

To look at that face

that was once so beautiful.

Age... frightens me.

I'm vain, I know,

but to look at Mother

is to look into a mirror

of what one day I must become.

No.

We are Durwards, remember?

Thoroughbreds.

The Durwards have always

been renowned

for their usefulness.

Mother is a Durward.

By marriage, not by birth.

What has happened to Mother

will not happen to us,

dear sister.

I promise you.

It will not happen to us.

You're rough with me.

So much bitterness.

So much. Why?

Why?

I once went off to fight a war.

I went off and left my mother

and my little sister behind me.

The two people that I love most.

When I returned,

my sweet little sister

welcomed me with a kiss.

Yes, both of them.

Mother and sister, fallen

to the scourge of vampirism.

I had to destroy them!

I had to bare

their breasts,

take a sharpened stake

and drive it

through their hearts.

Younger.

Oh, no.

Kronos!

Kronos!

Kronos!

What is it?

What's wrong?

My face. Look!

Look at my face.

Rope. Strong rope.

Well?

Hm... hard to say.

You see?

He's been bitten

on the mouth.

For God's sake,

I survived a vampire's bite.

But he is not the man you are.

Marcus?

Marcus...

It was me, wasn't it?

That girl in the forest...

it was I.

Oh...

Yes.

I'm doomed.

My soul in never-ending torment.

It's... I...

Oh, God.

Kill me!

Kill... kill me!

If the situation were reversed,

you would implore him

to do the same.

Kronos, this must be done.

We will not be killing him.

He is dead already.

But his death will bring life.

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