Dracula Page #2

Yes, but not even

one marriage proposal.

And here l am, almost 20. . .

. . .practically a hag.

Mr. Quincey P. Morris.

-Oh, look.

-What is that?

A Texan.

Quincey P. Morris.

he's so young and fresh. . .

. . .like a wild stallion

between my legs.

You're positively indecent.

l just know what men desire.

Watch.

-Quincey, darling.

-Miss Lucy.

Why, you're as fresh

as the spring rain.

Oh, thank you.

Please let me touch it.

lt's so big.

Little girl.

Oh, my dear,

sweet little girl.

l hold your hand. . .

-. . .and you've kissed me.

-Jack!

Oceans of love--

Oh, Jack, my darling.

Poor little baby.

My kitten, come over here.

Come over here

and l'll kiss it better.

My poor little blossom.

My poor little doctor.

Brilliant doctor.

-hello, Quincey.

-Jack.

What a naughty bear.

Let me--

-Arthur holmwood, Esquire.

-Arthur!

Oh, my darling.

Oh, you look wonderful.

l'm so sorry about your hat.

-Charming.

-lt's my snake dress.

ls it really?

Lucy is a pure

and virtuous girl...

...but I admit that her free way

of speaking shocks me sometimes.

Jonathan says it is a defect

of the aristocracy...

... that they say what they please.

The truth is that I admire Lucy. I'm not

surprised that men flock around her.

I wish I were as pretty

and as adored as she.

What manner of man is this?

R.M. Renfield,

successful solicitor. . .

. . . in the firm of hawkins

and Thompkins. . .

. . .respected member of

the Lord Nugent's Windem Club. . .

. . .returns from business abroad

in Transylvania. . .

. . .promptly suffers

a complete mental breakdown.

He's now obsessed

with some blood lust.

George.

Wait here.

Would you care for

an hors d'oeuvre, Dr. Seward. . .

. . .or a canape?

No, thank you, Mr. Renfield.

how are you feeling tonight?

far better than you,

my lovesick doctor.

ls my personal life

of interest to you?

Of course it is.

All life interests me.

Your diet, Mr. Renfield,

is disgusting.

Actually,

they're perfectly nutritious.

You see,

each life that l ingest. . .

. . .gives back life to me.

A fly gives you life?

Certainly.

But you might as well ask a man to eat

molecules with a pair of chopsticks. . .

. . .than to interest me

in a lesser carnivore.

l shall have to invent a new

classification of lunatic for you.

What about spiders?

Spiders eat the flies.

Yes, spiders eat them.

What about sparrows?

Oh, yes.

Did you say sparrows?

-Something larger, perhaps?

-Oh, yes.

A kitten.

l beg you.

A little, sleek-- A playful kitten.

Something l can teach.

Something l can feed.

No one would refuse me a kitten.

Wouldn't you prefer a cat?

Oh, yes.

A big cat.

-My salvation depends upon it!

-Your salvation?

Yes. l need lives.

-l need lives for the master.

-What master?

The master will come. . .

. . .and he has promised

to make me immortal.

how?

Get him off!

The blood is the life!

The blood is the life!

I think strange things which

I dare not confess to my own soul.

The count...

... the way he looked at Mina 's picture

fills me with dread...

...as if I have a part to play

in a story that is not known to me.

l didn't hear you come in.

Take care how you cut yourself.

lt is more dangerous

than you think.

A foul bauble of man's vanity.

Perhaps you should. . .

. . .grow a beard.

The letters l requested.

have you written them?

Good.

Should you leave these rooms. . .

. . .you will not, by any chance. . .

. . .go to sleep in any other

part of the castle.

lt is old. . .

. . .and has many bad memories.

-Be warned.

-l'm sure l understand.

Do not put your faith

in such trinkets of deceit.

We are in Transylvania.

Transylvania is not England.

Our ways are not your ways.

And to you. . .

. . .there shall be

many strange things.

l've seen many

strange things already.

Bloody wolves chasing me

through some blue inferno!

Listen to them.

The children of the night.

What sweet music they make.

Music? Those animals?

I did as Dracula instructed.

I wrote three letters.

To the firm, to my family

and to my beloved Mina.

I said nothing of my fears

as he will read them, no doubt.

I know now that I am a prisoner.

Jonathan.

Jonathan, come to me.

Come.

Lay down.

Lay back into my arms.

Lay back, Jonathan.

how dare you touch him!

he belongs to me!

You yourself never loved.

Yes. l too can love.

And l shall love again.

Are we to have nothing tonight?

''Dearest Mina,

all is well here.

The count has insisted

I remain for a month...

... to tutor him in English custom.

I can say no more,

except I love you.

Ever faithful, Jonathan. ''

The letters I have written

have undoubtedly sealed my doom.

The count's gypsies, fearless warriors

who are loyal to the death...

... to whatever nobleman they serve...

...day and night they toil,

filling boxes with decrepit earth...

...from the bowels of the castle.

They are to be delivered to his newly

acquired Carfax Abbey in London.

Why do they

fill these boxes with earth?

l love him! l love him!

lt's so wonderful.

l've decided.

l love him

and l've said yes.

finally. Don't tell me.

The Texan with the big knife?

Oh, no.

To my dear number three.

Lord Arthur holmwood.

Lord and Lady holmwood.

You are to be my maid of honour.

Oh, say yes.

Mina, what is it?

lt's the most exciting day of my life.

You don't seem to care.

lt's just that l'm

so terribly worried about Jonathan.

This letter l received is so--

lt's so cold. lt's so unnatural.

lt's not like him at all.

Mina, don't worry.

Captain 's log:
the Demeter.

We picked up 50 boxes

of experimental earth...

...bound for London, England.

Set sail at noon into a storm...

... that seemed

to come out of nowhere...

...carrying us out to sea.

Third of July.

Second mate has gone missing.

Nearing Gibraltar.

Storm continues. Crew uneasy.

believe someone or something...

...is aboard the ship with us.

Master, I am here!

The master of all life is at hand!

Gather round!

l am here to do

your bidding, master!

l have worshipped you

long and far off!

And now you are near, master!

l am your slave!

l await your command!

The case of Renfield

grows more interesting.

Yet, there is method in his madness

with his flies and spiders.

had l the secret of even

one such brilliant mind. . .

. . .the key to the fancy

of one lunatic. . . .

Lucy.

Lucy? Lucy!

No. Do not see me.

Oh! l couldn't control myself.

hush, Lucy. You're dreaming.

You're walking in your sleep again.

My soul,

it seemed to leave my body.

There was this agonising feeling,

and l couldn't get back to it.

l'm absolutely shaking.

lt's all right.

You were dreaming.

l had to. lt sort of

pulled me and lured me.

-l had no control.

-lt's all right.

-lt had red eyes.

-hush now.

l still have the taste

of his blood in my mouth.

here we go.

Swing it round here.

Master.

l am here to do your bidding.

Master! l am here!

l have worshipped you.

Contrary to some beliefs,

the vampire...

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