deux orphelines vampires, Les Page #4

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Then finally, go to bed.

Sleep.

Perhaps dream.

Before, my last rounds

were for my little angels.

I didn't have to turn out the lights.

Only wish them a good night

and close the door.

Now I walk by their empty room,

and I lose faith

in ever seeing them again.

My little blind girls,

so sweet, so pretty.

What a sad life.

We need a place to sleep tonight.

Sleep well, little Virginia.

I'm going to the chapel

to pray for you to get well.

God bless you.

A new girl!

Poor little thing. She's sick.

- What's your name?

- Virginia.

- Virginia what?

- Just Virginia. I was an orphan child.

Really! We're the two blind orphan girls,

and we're alone too.

But you two aren't blind.

- Because it's nighttime.

- Why'd you come to see me?

You know, we're thirsty.

Well, there's water on the table there.

We don't drink water.

You'll understand.

That can't be!

You just can't be!

Of course not. We don't exist.

You are dreaming. That's all.

- She looks good, doesn't she?

- Let me drink first.

You will be drunk by Aztec goddesses,

who don't exist, naturally.

It's a cult sacrifice.

I'm an offering to the gods.

That's it!

She's so dumb.

I find her innocence touching.

She believes everything we say.

And she's abandoned,

like you and me.

Come on. If we start feeling mercy,

there'll be no end to it.

And we'll die.

Do you think the others

will feel sorry for us?

Sneaking out to smoke,

the little brats.

They'll certainly taste better

than a little sick girl.

- You saw nothing.

- Heard nothing.

- It was a dream.

- We do not exist.

- Are you two smoking?

- If the sister finds out -

- Or Mother Superior.

- Don't tell!

Here, have a drag!

You're new?

- I haven't seen you before.

- What are your names?

- Henriette.

- I'm Louise.

What's that big book

you've got under your arm?

- It's the story of us two.

- Yes, we're magicians.

Yeah, right!

What kind of magicians?

Like in this book.

Here.

Look

The girl flying through the hoop -

that's me.

Yes. And here,

Wanda the goddess of mystery,

rising from the flames - that's me.

You don't believe us?

And if I said we're also Aztec goddesses?

Don't you have a good imagination!

Yes, it's rare at this orphanage.

We've got a bottle

stashed in this school bag.

You want to drink?

Yes, that's a good idea.

I agree.

We're thirsty.

Dear God, let this night

be like any other,

with nothing to disturb my rounds,

and that my orphan girls

sleep peacefully.

It's the blind girls' room.

It's been empty since they left.

But it's not possible.

I smell cigarettes.

I hear voices.

Something is going on.

I'll go warn Mother Superior.

Mother!

Sister Martha.

What time is it?

It's almost midnight.

It's room 36.

Room 36 is empty.

No, they've returned.

But of whom do you speak?

Of our dear little angels - or their ghosts!

You're being foolish, Sister Martha.

You know very well that the two girls

are now the children of Dr. Dennery.

But no, I think

they're smoking in the laundry.

All right, I'll go.

- I hear nothing.

- I tell you there was a noise.

Well, go in.

My God.

It's horrible.

We must call the police.

Now they're going to

end up getting us.

Not alive. I don't want them

to take us alive!

Don't be afraid.

We're the two vampire orphan girls.

They won't get us.

- Henriette.

- Yes?

Who are we?

I mean, for real.

We're two Aztec goddesses.

- There are no more Aztecs.

- Well, then, we're -

I don't know.

Perhaps nothing.

Perhaps we're nothing.

In any case, we'll soon disappear.

You think so?

Yes, they saw us.

They'll chase us sooner or later.

It's you they're looking for, is that it?

You don't look bad.

- They say that you bite -

- We can, if we want.

Will you bite me if I come closer?

No, not you.

You didn't call for help

when you saw us.

My name's Nicole.

Why do you have white canes

like blind people?

We like to twirl them

like Charlie Chaplin in the movies.

We're not really blind.

We see at night.

At night only.

Why is everyone looking for you?

It's on the radio too.

We bit a few people.

But then, we're not like others.

Well, who are you?

We are us!

- How do you bite?

- You see these teeth, here?

They grow by themselves,

at certain times.

- And after?

- They go back.

But then, who are you?

We're Aztec goddesses.

You are real gods?

All gods are real,

because they are imaginary.

You're in a sacred book,

like the gods are?

Take it.

It's our sacred book.

You'll see us as Indians

with feathered headdresses.

Also, as beheaded red devils

holding our heads by the hair.

And Oriental dancers!

You'll see the Dance of the Seven Veils,

the Arab lady levitating,

the Chinese lady

crucified with daggers!

The pretty blonde with wild eyes

in a straitjacket.

Houdini's assistant diving with him

in a tank full of water.

Duga the magician, who's wearing

only pearls and dances in the flames.

The girl in the costume, sawed in half!

All this is us!

One woman locked up with a tiger,

one put to sleep,

one decapitated, one quartered

and one in flames.

One stepped on by an elephant -

that's us!

All the magical girls - they are Henriette

and Louise, the Aztec goddesses.

Oh, the game is over.

We have to go back to the cemetery.

I know a shortcut you can take.

Then guide us!

Daylight is coming.

Our sight is leaving.

Look. it's the two girls from the cemetery.

Quick, get me the gun.

Henriette! Henriette!

She's not going to die

or anything, right, Louise?

She's not dying, right?

Do you know why the Aztec religion

was so different than any other?

I don't know.

Their gods are mortal.

But you'll both come back, right?

You'll return?

So I can be part of your game.

Come, say you'll return...

so I can play with you!

It's we who'll play with you, Nicole.

You are alive.

We are asleep.

You're our dream.

The dead dream about the living,

not the reverse.

Don't go away. Stay!

We are sublime disorder.

We're from before their god.

They made him say Let there be light

to cut our night in half.

But their order is chaos.

Our disorder is mad poetry.

Our existence awakens,

and our night is clarity.

The two orphan girls roar alone

in the night, like flames.

And so, no one can touch them.

All others are puppets for our game!

Henriette, nothing's real.

Don't go!

We will return, Louise.

We will be the wind and the rain.

We will be the elements

that men fear the most.

The thunder, the tempest.

But our bodies -

We can't let them find us.

Louise.

Do you see a hole to hide in?

Yes, they won't find us.

Here.

We're in there.

You won't forget us.

Can't I come with you?

No, don't watch us.

Quick, they're coming!

Louise!

Where are you?

I'm blind!

- I'm dying!

- No!

I beg you, help me to go.

I can't!

Look

it's very easy.

TWO ORPHAN VAMPIRES

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