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Eva isn't coming back.

They'll kill her.

- I'll go.

- It's not worth it. Look.

Well, what's this farce?

Are you making fun of me or what?

Anyway, I'm staying.

Ah, so you're the mysterious danger

that the girls have been expecting.

Do you find me dangerous?

Like danger, you're attractive,

but there the likeness ends.

Beware, death sometimes

takes the form of seduction.

Just now, Elisabeth was saying

that death would appear at the chteau.

Here it is.

Let me guess.

You rock tables,

you invoke spirits -

Or perhaps -

Or perhaps you just wait for men.

It's nothing like that.

It's a club,

a sort of gathering for women.

If you stay -

and I know that you're going to -

you'll be the only man.

Except for Satan himself, of course.

But what's this club all about?

You'll see.

You'll see...

let's say, at midnight.

Ah, at midnight.

Satan.

Death!

You're still not afraid?

I am!

I'm even beginning to find the situation

very amusing.

I believe you've been talking

to your guest about a danger.

It was to intrigue him,

so he wouldn't leave.

I trust that you wouldn't try

to chase him away, would you?

I see that you've met him.

Go and greet the other guests.

Who is still to come?

A few friends.

Come, let's go and receive them.

But first, let me look at you.

You've been bleeding.

A bit.

That's good.

You're handsome.

And strong.

Really?

You don't mind if I examine you

as if you were my horse?

That's very amusing.

You and your friends are going to

a lot of trouble to entertain me.

Take care that I don't get bored.

You think that

you could get bored with me?

You'd love to take me by force.

I'm only taken if I want to be.

I'm in charge here.

Of everybody.

Even you.

Come on, I forgive you.

Curiosity obliges me to say nothing.

Everything's ready.

You can come in.

Who's at the chteau at the moment?

Elisabeth, Eva and a guest.

- A guest? A man?

- Yes.

- What's he doing?

- Is he expecting to see us all?

He knows there's a gathering tonight

and he wants to be there.

- Where is he?

- In the drawing room.

Should we get changed straightaway?

Keep those clothes on for now.

We'll put on the veils at midnight.

Who is this man who's going to

take part in our reunion?

He's a thief on the run.

Isn't that amusing?

How ironic -

a crook on the run hiding out here

on the night of our annual reunion!

Is he attractive?

- Has he got style?

- Is he strong?

What color are his eyes - blue?

Come, let's go and find him.

Oh, very nice.

How impressive.

Is this for the arrival of Death?

But where are the guests?

I don't see them.

So when do you start your

mysterious reunion? I can't wait.

At midnight and not before.

Don't be in such a hurry.

You might regret it.

Make the most of life, and of us!

You seem to be telling me

to enjoy my last moments.

No one survives our secret ceremonies.

Then I must do as you say.

Let's see.

Elisabeth is strange this evening.

She set out to make him stay,

but her heart's not in it.

What a pity

for him.

And for her.

Elisabeth, you seem preoccupied.

I was thinking that I wanted you

more than ever.

You're mine.

I don't belong to anyone -

not to you, nor to your mysterious friends.

The only reason I stayed...

was for your secret meeting.

I don't believe in Eva's passion

or your unlikely words of love.

Maybe one of us was sincere,

but what does it matter.

At midnight, you'll see what

seven women can do to a lone man.

I'm tired of all your secrets!

All your efforts to scare me are useless!

I want to enjoy myself!

Find us!

It's...

Eva!

You got it wrong!

It's...

Helen!

You've won.

- Then I have a right to a forfeit.

- Yes, but it will have to be quick.

It's past 11:
00,

and the games stop at midnight.

For fifteen minutes,

you'll obey me as if you were my slave.

- So be it.

- Come to the smoking room.

- Stop them.

- Why?

Don't you feel anything for him?

Elisabeth, you're not going

to betray us, are you?

- You're not in love with him?

- No, of course not. Only -

Only?

Why her?

Those are the risks of blindman's bluff.

Do you think she cheated?

I was watching closely.

He guessed correctly on his own.

He didn't recognize me.

What do you think he'll do to her?

I'd love to be in her place.

He'll take revenge, humiliate her.

We forced him to stay here.

He was manipulated and he knows it.

He'll take revenge on her

because she's the one in charge.

Don't be jealous. He'll be here

for all of us, won't he, Elisabeth?

Yes,

for all of you.

We won't have much longer to wait.

That's right, it's nearly midnight.

- It's time to put on the costumes.

- I'll get them.

Get undressed.

That's good. You're very brave.

Did you really think

that I would burn you?

Is that all?

I just wanted

to bring you down a bit.

You're too bossy for my taste.

The fifteen minutes are up.

It's nearly midnight.

Now you're ours.

The show's over now.

I don't even want to know the secret

behind your little reunion.

Perhaps your position shields you

from the murder of a girl like her,

but it's not the same for me.

I belong much more

to her world than to yours.

Maybe Elisabeth was right.

Perhaps you're Death.

Perhaps you kill for amusement.

I'm going.

You're mistaken.

That girl, who was actually your enemy

and wanted you dead,

was killed accidentally.

But what does it matter?

Nobody's going to keep you here.

Have my horse as a gift.

It's in the stables.

You'll get away faster from here,

as we appear to frighten you so.

Frightening?

A bunch of bourgeois crackpots

playing questionable games?

Why did you do that?

You were mine.

I loved you.

That's enough! You're mad!

You're not going to finish her off!

Look at her blood running.

Look... how the blood attracts them.

They're coming nearer.

They can see it.

They want it!

Stop!

You don't know what you're saying!

Come, I'll tell you everything.

Come!

Stop!

Aren't you coming, Helen?

Come and satisfy your thirst, like us.

Hurry, she's still warm.

Now we can rest.

It will soon be daylight.

The man and Elisabeth -

They've both gone.

He won't say anything.

He's on the run.

Elisabeth will come back, I'm sure.

She's too much like you.

Elisabeth.

I love you too.

Now tell me the truth.

Your companions - who are they all?

What is their secret?

In the morning, some of us

go to an abattoir to drink fresh ox blood.

On doctor's orders, of course.

It's a cure for anemia.

It's become very fashionable.

Smart ladies meet gentlemen,

fashionable women see old admirers.

But one day,

a few high society girls decided

to try something other than ox blood.

These girls meet at the chteau.

Two of them come the evening before

and look for a male victim.

He is sacrificed,

and the smart ladies drink his blood.

When the servants return a bit later,

all traces of the killing have gone.

That's all.

But it's completely mad!

For the taste?

For pleasure? Out of depravity?

Why would they do something so dreadful?

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