Castle of Blood Page #2

Maybe it's better

that I go away.

Are you afraid of me?

No, but if had known,

I wouldn't have accepted this wager.

Of course...

The famous wager that my brother

offers each year

in order to give me company

for one night

and to nourish the legend

that surrounds this castle.

Are these stories true?

They are fantastic stories.

They're coincidences,

chance occurrences.

Don't you want to win the wager?

Has anyone won it

before me?

The past matters little.

Now, there is just you, me,

and 100.

To tell the truth,

I bet only 10.

I'm not as rich

as you think.

You won't become rich,

but you can help me

put one over on m'lord.

Come.

I've prepared your room

on this floor.

You knew I was coming?

Of course.

You, or someone else...

Every year,

someone comes on this night.

On this night...

the night of the dead.

- Are you afraid?

- Who blew them out?

No one.

Everything goes out and lights up again

sometimes, surely you know that.

You're trembling.

It's cold here.

Must it be up to me,

a woman, to put you at ease?

- I thought you were braver than that...

- Look.

- What?

- The painting.

Once again the candlelight

has played tricks with me.

Tricks?

A simple optical illusion.

The portrait of your ancestor

looked to me

like a living image.

Julia doesn't belong

to the Blackwood family.

And what's more, she's my age.

Forgive me, I keep saying

stupid things.

Please offer my excuses

to Lady Julia,

though I don't have the honour

of knowing her.

I'm sure you'll know her soon.

I found it on the ground

in the stable.

- I brought it up, thinking that...

I've been looking for it for a long time.

I had lost it.

Strange! I was expecting

to spend a terrifying night

and I find myself

in such charming company.

If you're referring to me,

you won't be disappointed.

I don't disappoint

people I like...

And I like you.

But Julia is very mistrustful,

especially toward men.

Here we are.

Here things are a little more in order.

I have no servants anymore,

and I've neglected the ground floor.

But these rooms are still pleasant.

Come close to me, Alan.

Tell me about the world outside,

and tell me about yourself.

There's nothing new in London.

Fog, boredom,

and eternal traditions.

You see, London hasn't changed.

You haven't missed anything

by staying in this castle.

It's we Londoners who have been deprived

of the pleasure of admiring your charm

and your beauty.

You are very nice,

and you have the an

of making yourself agreeable

in a woman's eyes.

I say what I think.

It's not a compliment.

It's been a long time

since I felt myself so much a woman.

You wanted me

to speak of myself, too.

I am poor, a bachelor,

and without family.

I'm thirty years old, I'm a journalist,

and I feel terribly alone.

I'm desperately alone, too.

May I join you?

Happy to make your acquaintance.

Elisabeth has told you about me?

She only satisfied my curiosity,

because your portrait interested me.

But you are even more beautiful.

You flatter me.

What did she tell you?

Your name. Only your name.

Should I be grateful,

and thank you for your discretion?

No. It would have been better

if you hadn't come.

Why? Perhaps I'm bothering you?

Not at all. We were talking about London

and about me, before going to bed.

Together, of course.

What are you saying?

Excuse me, I didn't mean to

refer to what Elisabeth was imagining.

I meant at the same time,

- and not in the same bed.

- Stop it!

I, too, wish you a good night

even if it's without her.

I don't understand you.

Don't lie, Alan.

You don't know how to lie.

Who told you my first name?

No one. I heard Elisabeth

say it when I came in.

I'm telling you

for the last time:

stop insulting me, humiliating me,

persecuting me.

You don't know

what I'm capable of.

I know you.

What can you do to me?

Kill me, perhaps?

You can't.

- And so?

- Be quiet!

It's not enough for you

that you've ruined my life?

Why do you persecute me like this?

You like Alan, don't you?

- Admit you like him.

- Yes! I like him.

- And I desire him.

- You don't love him...

Yes, yes, I love him.

You poor thing, if hadn't been there,

you'd be happy in his arms.

Happy...

Maybe with him

I would have been happy.

No, it's not true.

You've never been happy.

But, this time,

I had a kind of premonition.

Julia, I beg you,

I entreat you,

leave me one last chance.

No, you will only be happy

beside me.

Get out! I am a woman,

do you understand?

A real woman.

Get out of my life.

What life, Elisabeth ?

Do you know

what you're saying?

I despise you, I hate you, Julia.

"I'll wait for you at midnight

in the park under the big oak tree. Herbert"

Excuse me, I wanted to see

if you were sleeping.

I was going to go back to bed

without waking you.

I was going to read

a very interesting book.

I never sleep before dawn

because I spend all my nights

at the newspaper.

- May I stay a little while?

- Of course.

One would have to be stupid

or abnormal to refuse

the company of

a beautiful woman like you.

This isn't the best thing before sleeping.

But if you were going to read, I'll go.

No, please stay.

There are so many things

to read in your eyes.

The things that are written

in my eyes:

Kiss me.

Hold me close to you.

I'm yours.

Take me -

that's what's written there.

Yes, take me.

Maybe your warmth can save me

from this cold that imprisons me

hopelessly.

Take me, kiss me,

my love.

Alan, I'm alive

only when I love.

B*tch! I knew it.

I knew

it would end with this.

- Where are you going?

- Let me go.

This doesn't concern you.

I still love her.

Don't do this.

Why? So that I can always be

treated like this?

Herbert must know about it,

immediately!

We met each other too late.

My love, the main thing

is that I've found you.

Now we'll be together always.

Always separated.

I, in my world, and you...

in yours, far from here.

My world will be yours, Elisabeth.

I can't go back.

I don't belong to it anymore.

- What is it, Alan?

- I was so frightened.

It seemed as if

your head wasn't beating.

My head doesn't beat.

It hasn't beaten for ten years.

I am dead.

It's not possible!

Yes, everything is possible, tonight.

Don't worry about Elisabeth.

But she's disappeared.

She'll come back.

She's wounded. We must take care of her.

- It's useless.

- Useless?

You're all mad here.

When will you understand that...

She's already being taken care of.

Trust me.

Who are you?

- I am Dr. Carmus.

- The famous medical researcher?

We had no news of you for some time.

We thought you were...

Dead?

I stopped living a futile existence

in a world that made it impossible

for me to complete my studies.

You have had a shock.

You need to drink something strong.

There's a stock

of excellent whisky in my study.

Sit down.

Relax, Foster.

- Your name is Foster, isn't it?

- How did you know?

I heard you speaking

with Elisabeth.

- You...

- Yes, I saw everything.

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