deux orphelines vampires, Les
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TWO ORPHAN VAMPIRES
GLYCINES ORPHANAGE
GLYCINES ORPHANAGE
FOUNDED BY THE ABBESS OF SAINT-AUBIN
You say they've been blind since birth?
I don't think so.
They say that they could see
as little girls.
Something inexplicable happened.
They said that the colors
just disappeared one day.
Colors?
They could no longer distinguish colors?
That's right.
They saw in black and white.
That's impossible.
Has anyone examined them before me?
But of course.
Their blindness is inexplicable.
But who are they?
We don't know.
They are abandoned children.
We know nothing of-
Here they come.
This is Dr. Dennery, my children.
He is a respected eye specialist.
The best perhaps.
Look at me.
Open your eyes wide.
- What is it?
- What are you doing?
You're moving too fast!
I'm scared.
Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you.
I am here to help.
You're right. They can't see.
I don't see anything out of the ordinary.
They're our little blind angels, you know.
We try to protect them.
Sister Martha
even neglects the other orphans a bit.
I should scold you, Sister Martha.
We all hope that one day,
a man of means -
a man from a good family-
will adopt them.
A man of science, for example.
A doctor who could look after them
and nurse them
and maybe one day -
With God's help.
Cure them.
A cure?
That would be marvelous!
We would be so happy.
Oh, that is impossible.
It is God's will
that we see nothing at all.
We must accept our fate.
Good night, dear.
Good night.
Good night, children.
Good night.
Perhaps you'll soon have
a wonderful surprise.
But hush.
God's will is a mystery.
Good night, little angels.
Dear Lord, I beg of you,
make it so that the good Dr. Dennery
adopts our little martyrs.
They are so dear,
so patient,
so innocent, so gentle.
How good it is to inhale our daytime.
To see, finally.
- Yes, I see.
I see!
The deserted countryside
beneath the moon.
And over there, in the cemetery,
that poor dog
searching among the graves.
A stray animal, abandoned.
- Shall we join him?
- Sure! Everyone is sleeping.
Sister Martha will be
making her rounds at 2:00.
We'll be back before then.
We came from under there.
Do you think we're dead or alive?
We're both.
And the memories?
Do you remember?
I mean before.
What We were before HOW.
A bit.
Images, with no beginning or end.
But I know that we both existed,
as we are now.
I believe that, before, we had a mishap,
and we died.
And we returned, as always.
The others -
the other deaths from before -
each time, we had a mishap.
Do you remember?
The two orphans we were,
and who died,
I feel like I see them, I hear them.
They're the ones who remember us.
Isn't that why we return each time?
Of course!
Others kill us. They kill us violently.
But we return.
Henriette, I don't believe
that we're only a dream.
Two orphans who incarnate into reality.
They can't understand that,
all those who hunt us down.
If they knew-
You know, Henriette,
if they knew that we're a dream,
they would love and protect us.
Because, that way,
That's not how it happens.
They find us out,
we have a mishap,
we are killed
and then we return.
- It's like a game?
- A strange game.
But who decides the rules of the game?
No one.
Everything simply is. That's all.
Nobody is responsible.
It's like that.
It's just the way it is.
Why are you crying?
I'm afraid that
we're going to be killed again.
So we will return again!
But what if we didn't come back?
What if one day things went wrong
and we stayed dead forever?
Oh, well,
if such a thing happened,
they would dream of the two orphan girls
who could be reborn.
You hear it?
Right there.
There's a house with an open window.
Someone is listening to music.
You hear it?
If they see us,
they'll think we're ghosts!
But we are ghosts!
Come, come.
Yes, good dog.
I remember.
It was far away.
There was a bridge, I think.
Yes.
We were on a bridge.
The night was blue, like all our nights.
We weren't blind
because we could see blue.
It was the hour of the hunt.
We had a mishap.
But before?
Before we died?
What then?
We drank and quenched our thirst.
Come, let's go.
There's no more music,
and we're alive in today,
not dead in yesterday.
You're right.
Sister Martha will
soon be making rounds.
Besides, in a little while,
we'll have forgotten our last death.
Come.
We are alive, and all the others,
it is they who are dead.
And you - do you remember anything?
Anything from before?
Close your eyes.
Do you see?
Yes.
Trains with voyagers,
with merchandise.
From here to infinity.
Yes, I remember as well.
I can see them too.
We are wanderers,
and our roamings are meetings
with creatures that are as strange as we are.
It was daytime, and we were blind.
We came from away, far away.
That's it.
Who was chasing us?
I've forgotten.
Then we found ourselves there.
Someone's there.
Who are you?
You don't speak?
Are you hiding too?
I'm from nowhere and everywhere.
If I haunt this train station,
it's because it is silent and solitary.
You know, I'm crazy.
Everyone says so.
Both of you also look a little crazy.
I was in one of their clinics,
but then I escaped.
You're blind, huh?
Not all the time.
Nighttime's coming.
We will see!
At night we see blue.
You think you see me now.
You see the madwoman
of the train station.
My reality is within.
They say I'm crazy
because I'm a she-wolf.
Do you bite too?
Do you transform into a werewolf?
An ordinary she-wolf, alone.
I'm so alone.
When there's a full moon,
People don't believe.
That's why they lock me up.
But the dogs know. They feel it.
They sniff the wolf,
their enemy, and they attack me.
Often, my stare
keeps them at a distance.
But sometimes
they scratch me with their claws.
That's horrible.
What do you do to escape them?
When there's one or two,
I slit their throats,
strangle them, break their backs.
But if there is a pack,
I find refuge in some place like this,
where they won't come.
You don't believe me. You neither.
You think I'm crazy.
Look what they did to me!
Do you think dogs
would do this normally?
No.
But to a she-wolf,
they're wild dogs.
See the full moon.
Listen now, to the she-wolf.
Her cry of anguish and agony
will resound forever in your heads.
Dogs
They are -
I hear them.
It's me they want!
We'll have to find
a new book for tomorrow.
I took one from
the mother superior's library.
- What is it?
- History of the Incas.
There are the serpent and bat gods.
Those gods - are they us?
Yes, us. You'll see.
There are human sacrifices.
People sacrifice themselves.
They let their throats be slit
just to please us.
- That would be so nice!
- Yes, it would.
Let's go to sleep.
Be happy, my children.
With God's love and the respect of
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