Dracula Page #4

this universe you cannot understand. . .

. . .and which are true.

Mesmerism, hypnotism?

You and Charcot

have proved hypnotism.

Materialisation, astral bodies.

Professor?

Where did he go?

You see?

l feel like a blundering novice.

Gentlemen, we're not fighting

some disease here.

Those marks on your dear

Miss Lucy's neck were made. . .

. . .by something unspeakable

out there.

Dead, but not dead.

lt stalks us for some dread purpose

l do not comprehend.

To live, it feeds

on Lucy's precious blood.

lt is a beast, a monster.

What is happening

to Lucy and to me?

When I was younger,

my feelings were never troubled.

I wish I were myself again...

... the sensible Mina

I always depended on.

Absinthe...

...is the aphrodisiac of the self.

The green fairy...

... who lives in the absinthe...

... wants your soul.

but...

... you are safe with me.

Tell me, Prince. . .

. . .tell me of your home.

The most beautiful place. . .

. . .in all creation.

Yes, it must be.

A land beyond

a great, vast forest. . .

. . .surrounded by

majestic mountains. . .

. . .lush vineyards. . .

. . .and flowers of such frailty

and beauty. . .

. . .as to be found nowhere else.

You've described my home. . .

. . .as if you had seen it firsthand.

lt's your voice, perhaps.

lt's so familiar.

lt's like--

lt's like a voice in a dream

l cannot place. . .

. . .and it comforts me.

-When l am alone.

-When you are alone.

And what of the princess?

Princess?

There is always a princess. . .

. . .with gowns flowing white.

And her face.

Oh, God. . .

. . .her face. . .

. . .is a river.

The princess. . .

. . .she's a river

filled with tears of sadness. . .

. . .and heartbreak.

There was a princess.

Elisabeta.

She was the most radiant woman. . .

. . .in all the empires of the world.

Man's deceit took her

from her ancient prince.

She leapt to her death. . .

. . .into the river that you spoke of.

ln my mother's tongue. . .

. . .it is called. . .

...argesh.

River princess.

Dear Madam.

Your fianc is safe and in the care...

...of the good sisters

of the blessed Sacrament.

Mr. Harker believes your life

is in extreme danger...

...and he desires with all urgency

that you join him here...

...so that you may

immediately be married.

Yours with all blessings,

Sister Agatha.

My sweet prince.

Jonathan must never know of us.

Dr. Van helsing.

And you're Madam Mina,

dear friend to our Lucy, ja?

-how is she, doctor?

-She's still very weak.

She tells me of your

beloved Jonathan harker. . .

. . .and your worry for him.

Well, l, too, worry

for all young lovers.

There are darknesses in life,

my child. . .

. . .and there are lights.

You are one of the lights,

dear Mina. . .

. . .the light of all light.

Go now.

See your friend.

You look different.

You look positively radiant.

You heard from Jonathan.

-Didn't you?

-Yes.

he's safe.

he's in a convent in Romania.

he's suffering

from a violent brain fever.

The good sisters

are caring for him.

They wrote to me,

and they say he needs me. . .

. . .but l won't go.

l'm not going to leave you.

You've got to go to him. . .

. . .and you've got to love him. . .

. . .and marry him

right then and there.

And l want you to take this,

my sister.

lt's my wedding gift to you.

Don't worry about

spoiled little Lucy.

l'll be all right.

Tell Jonathan oceans of love.

Jack, how is she?

This is why l cannot breathe!

Lucy, it's medicinal.

To help you sleep.

To dream better dreams.

lt's garlic!

lt's nothing but common garlic!

Quincey's here to see you.

Get some brandy.

Now, Miss Lucy,

you just rest easy.

Arthur sent me

to take care of you.

he said

if you don't get better quick. . .

. . .l have to put you out of your misery

like a lame horse.

You're such a beast.

Will you kiss me?

Kiss me.

-That old coot!

-Get off me!

Listen to me!

Sleep, sleep now. Sleep.

You're at peace.

Look. There. There.

Nosferatu.

''here occurs the shocking

and frightening history. . .

. . .of the wild,

berserk Prince Dracula.

how he impaled people

and roasted them. . .

. . .boiled their heads in a kettle. . .

. . .how he skinned them alive. . .

. . .and hacked them to pieces

and then drank their blood. ''

Dracul.

for blood is the life.

''My dearest Prince, forgive me.

I have received word

from my fianc in Romania.

I am en route to join him.

We are to be married.

I will never see you again.

Mina. ''

It is odd,

but I feel almost...

... that my strange friend

is with me.

He speaks to me in my thoughts.

With him I felt more alive

than ever I had.

And now without him,

soon to be a bride...

...I feel confused and lost.

Perhaps, though I try to be good,

I am bad.

Perhaps I am a bad,

inconstant woman.

Winds!

lt is the cause.

lt is the cause of my soul!

lt is Dracula. . .

. . .the undead. . .

. . .the foe l have pursued

all my life.

Dracula!

Jack, hurry!

l have much to tell you.

Guard her well, Mr. Morris.

Do not fail here tonight.

We are dealing with forces

beyond all human experience. . .

. . .an enormous power,

so guard her well.

Otherwise your precious Lucy

will become a b*tch of the devil. . .

. . .a whore of darkness!

You're a sick old buzzard.

hear me out, young man.

Lucy is not a random victim

attacked by mere accident.

Do you understand? No.

She is a willing recruit,

a breathless, wanton follower.

l dare say, a devoted disciple.

She is the devil's concubine!

Do you understand me?

Yet, we may still save

her precious soul.

But not on an empty stomach.

-Jack!

-here, sir.

l starve. feed me.

You old coot!

Your impotent men

with their foolish spells. . .

. . .cannot protect you

from my power.

l condemn you to living death. . .

. . .to eternal hunger. . .

. . .for living blood.

l know how deeply you loved her. That

is why you must trust me and believe.

Believe?

how can l believe?

l want you to bring me, before

nightfall, a set of post-mortem knives.

An autopsy? Lucy?

No, not exactly. l just want to cut off

her head and take out her heart.

Diary, 1 7th September.

Poor Jonathan.

He's still so ill.

He's cheered by

the familiar streets in London.

For me, now that Lucy is dead,

it is a sad homecoming.

It is as if a part of me

is dead too...

...except for the tiny hope

that lives in me...

... that I will again

see my prince.

Is he here?

Now that I am married...

...I begin to understand the nature

of my feelings for my strange friend...

... who is always in my thoughts.

Jonathan, what is it?

lt is the man himself.

Look, he's grown young.

Gentlemen, must we desecrate

poor Lucy's grave?

She died horribly enough.

lf Miss Lucy is dead,

then no wrong can be done to her.

But if she's not dead. . . .

What are you saying, man?

That she's been buried alive?

No. All l say is

she is undead.

Undead.

This is insane.

Gentlemen, shall we?

One, two, three.

Where is she?

What have you done with her?

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