Dracula: Dead and Loving It Page #4

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I should never forgive myself

if I didn't make sure.

All right, go ahead.

But I think you're wasting your time.

Poppycock.

Jonathan.

Lucy?

Come away with me, Jonathan.

I know you've always wanted me...

and I have always wanted you.

Finally we can be together.

But, Lucy, I'm engaged to Mina...

and you're dead.

I'm not dead.

I'm undead.

Yes, well, I'm not unengaged...

thank you.

Jonathan, let me kiss you.

Let me show you the deep, raw passion...

of unbridled, sexual frenzy.

But, Lucy, I'm British.

But so are these.

Now we can be together forever.

Back.

Back, unholy demon of the night.

- After her! This is our chance.

- For what?

To destroy her, my boy.

She's retreated to her crypt. Come!

My God.

- Now she's dead.

- No, she's not.

- She's alive?

- She's Nosferatu.

She's Italian?

No, it means the undead.

She's cursed to spend eternity in misery...

hunting the living like a wild animal.

What should we do?

For the sake of her eternal soul,

we must destroy her.

The only way...

is to drive a wooden stake...

through her heart.

That's horrible. Is there no other way?

One other. We could cut off her head...

stuff her mouth with garlic...

and tear off her ears.

Give me the stake.

Oh, no. No, I can't do it. You do it.

It must be done

by one who loved her in life.

- I only liked her.

- Close enough. Here.

Good boy. You can do it. Here.

Now place the point of the stake

directly over her heart...

and hit as hard as you can.

Wait!

Now!

Oh, my God!

There's so much blood.

She just ate.

She's still alive.

- Hit her again.

- No, I can't.

How much blood can she have left?

Go.

She's almost dead.

She's dead enough.

- This is ghastly.

- Yes. You're right.

We should have put newspapers down.

What have I done?

What have I done to poor Lucy?

You have released her, my boy.

Now she sleeps in peace forever.

- Here. Clean yourself up.

- Thank you.

Poor Lucy.

Here.

Keep it.

Essie...

your eyelids are growing heavy...

with sleep.

Sleep.

Mina, open your eyes.

Arise, Mina.

Walk to the door.

Mina, you are in the closet.

Open the door and come out.

Now walk to the terrace door.

Watch out for the foot...

stool.

Stand up.

Not you. Sit.

No, not you. You sit.

You stand. No, sit.

No, you stand.

You walk to the terrace door,

and you go back to sleep.

Watch out!

Wait. I'm coming.

Turn out the lights, so no one will see me.

You will be my bride throughout eternity.

We'll share the endless passion

of immortal love.

- Oh, I can't wait.

- Not you.

You will be my bride throughout eternity.

We'll share the endless passion

of immortal love.

Oh, my boy. Such a night.

- My God, man. What's happened to you?

- Everything.

Professor Van Helsing

was absolutely right.

Lucy rose from her grave and attacked me.

And now, at last...

she sleeps in peace.

You mean Lucy

actually became a vampire?

Yes.

- Where's Mina?

- She's all right. Fast asleep.

- Essie's sitting watch over her.

- Good.

I'll just sit watch myself

in front of her door.

Don't you think

you ought to get cleaned up first?

Oh, yes. Quite right.

Do you mind using the service entrance?

There's a good chap.

He's covered with blood

and there's not a drop on you. Why?

I have been to many, many stakings.

You have to know where to stand.

You know, everything in life is location.

And now we shall do the dance of love.

You're good.

No hickies.

- Shouldn't we rouse her?

- Yes, perhaps you're right.

Essie.

Hello. I must have dropped off.

Good gracious, it's morning.

One moment I was on guard,

wide awake...

and the next I felt like...

a dark cloud came over me.

- Are you all right?

- Fine.

Here we are, then, safe and sound.

It's getting on. I better see to breakfast.

Where'd that come from?

I had the most extraordinary dreams

last night.

I feel so different.

You look different, Mina.

Come.

Sit with me.

Closer.

Closer, you silly boy.

Darling, we know each other so well...

and yet we've never really

explored each other.

Thank God.

Jonathan, I've changed.

I'm not the Mina you knew.

What do you mean, dearest?

I want you to do something for me...

something that

I've never asked you before.

- Of course, my dear. Anything.

- Good.

- Touch this.

- Don't mind if I do.

What are you saying?

All right, you don't have to touch anything.

- I'll touch you.

- No!

Stop this immediately.

What's come over you?

- I'm leaving.

- No, please, don't go.

You're right.

Something is wrong with me

and it's taking over my mind...

and forcing me to say things

I would never say...

and do things I would never do.

Jonathan, please help me.

Mina, yes. Anything. What can I do?

Touch this.

Good morning, Mina. How did you...

Jonathan, take your hands off me.

Yes, take your hands off her.

Sorry, sir.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

But she made me do it.

- Is that right, Mina?

- No, Father.

Suddenly, without any reason at all,

he laid his hands on me.

- She told me to touch it.

- Harker!

You're a degenerate.

I take you into my home.

You eat my food, drink my wine,

but that's not enough for you. Oh, no.

After being engaged to my daughter

for only five years...

you have the audacity to touch her.

Get out.

- But, sir...

- Out, I said!

- What is happening here?

- Terrible doings.

I found Harker

with his hands all over my daughter.

But she forced me to, sir.

She's been behaving rather strangely.

It's as though

she's been under some sort of a spell.

Spell?

That's a very lovely scarf

you're wearing, Miss Mina.

Yes, I felt chilly this morning.

Excuse me.

May I have a look?

Just as I thought.

Like Lucy.

No, it's nothing.

I accidentally did it

while I was pinning a shawl.

Really?

I have something for you, Miss Mina.

A present?

Sort of. Hold out your hand.

Here.

Here.

Look.

What is that?

It is proof, my unfortunate friend...

that your daughter has been corrupted...

by the evil of a vampire.

We must find this vampire

before Mina meets the same fate as Lucy.

But who is the vampire?

Van Helsing suspects Count Dracula.

But it can also be Renfield.

The man drinks the blood of insects...

and bent the bars of his cell

like they were cheese.

It could be anyone.

There is a way, an indisputable way...

to reveal the vampire.

I'm going along with you on this,

Van Helsing...

but I think this ball

is in extremely bad taste.

Lucy dead less than a fortnight,

Mina's health hanging in the balance.

The ball's been in progress

for over an hour.

It appears as if Count Dracula

isn't coming.

I hope you're wrong, my boy.

I especially wanted to see

Count Dracula tonight.

I wonder if he suspects something.

Good evening.

- Did I startle you?

- No!

- May I take your cape, sir?

- No, not my cape.

You may take my hat.

Thank you.

We were afraid you wouldn't show up.

I would not miss your gala.

I always keep my nights open

for new experiences.

Miss Mina.

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