The Countess Page #4

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The Baroness von Kraj.

Only 17 and very pretty.

He says he love her more

than anything in the world.

That his heart will only be hers.

He writes that he'd be sorry that mistook his

feeling about admiration and respectful love.

That I reminded him so much of his late mother!

Look!

Smooth and flawless.

Even if she smells like hog sh*t,

any man will choose her over me.

Erzebet, forget about him. I beg you!

How?

A man dresed in black at

the door, asking for you.

- A young man?

- Count Dominic Vizakna, he says.

- Should we let him in?

- Of course.

I wish to see him alone.

- What brings you here so late?

- I do not like travel during the day.

The frighten my maids.

All my soldiers are at war.

We are careful about who we let in here.

I have brought you that book of

Turkish customs I was telling you about.

Traveled a long way to bring me a book?

It concerned me to hear nothing

from you ever since that afternoon.

I've been quite busy.

The truth is I could not wait

any longer to see you again.

Let me show you other ways to use this belt.

And someone might find

it's more suited to his taste.

When my father first told me of the

nature of her liason with Dominic Vizakna

I could not believe she was

capable of such decadents.

- Did you truly enjoy that?

- Yes.

- How can you?

- You do not now...

...because you do not have

taste for recieving pain.

- Did you enjoy inflecting though?

- I do not sure.

I wish to be your servant ... always.

I am not young and foolish.

I mean what I say.

I wish to be alone.

I came to tell you I did not

like the man visit in the night.

I was such a fool to believe Istvan's love.

I was just too old to be loved.

But it is not true.

Maybe I should never have shown

my face during the daylight.

Look at me. I am rotting.

- She was right.

- Who?

The old witch in the park.

She put a curse on me.

Your ointments are no longer effective.

Make something that works!

Erzebet, I will not have you

talking to me with this maner.

What do you looking at?

Come and brush my hair.

It's bad enough my face has wrinkles.

Now you want me bald like old man?

Look at what you've done!

Leave! Leave!

No one knows what she saw in the mirror.

Is because of soft morning light merely illuminated in an unusual maner,

xx xxx have wakend.

Thank you, my Lord.

You can stay at the castle.

We'll take care of you until you're healed.

This is for you from the Countess.

The countess is a good woman.

I did pulled her hair a bit hard.

Dorothea, Susanna needs

you down in the kitchen.

- How old are you, my child?

- 16 years.

- Where is your family?

- In Novky.

- It is great far. Do you see them often?

- I visit them once a year.

Are you a virgin?

- Yes, Countess.

- Of course.

Get better.

- The wound is completely healed.

- I told you to remove the scull every time.

I did, but it healed anyway.

Darvulia, come have a close look.

- I have not seen any difference.

- Nonsense.

Helena, Dorothea what you see?

- It looks smoother to me.

- Yes, yes, absolutely.

Yes, it is Lord's answer to my prayers.

Not only the look, but the

feel of my skin is incrediblly different.

As if I was younger. I believe

it is because she is a virgin.

The purity of her blood seems

to be the reason it does working.

It really is a true miracle.

It is for your own good.

Did I kill you?

Almost.

I felt the cold breath of death and I

saw two doors open up to a bright light.

You mean heaven alway opens a door for you?

I doubt you will go to heaven

with recognition of these games.

In fact I am sure to go to hell so why not

do exactly what I wish during my time here.

I am so fond of you that I could not

stay away from you for than a week.

To my behavior to that old woman, I

thought you might have being frightent of me.

For what I thought she'd put a curse on me.

It's old and torn off.

You looked exceptional ravishing tonight.

- Tonight more than the other night?

- Yes, more than the day we met.

More than that afternoon in the park.

Tonight it seems the sun itself

is glowing from under your skin.

Now that I look closely,

It is quite magical.

Tonight you looked no more than 20 years old.

I know.

Countess ...

What is happening?

You are giving me something beautiful.

Something I had lost.

But when will you stop?

When you are empty, my child.

It is God's will.

It is said that it is how the murder started.

To achieve her mad pursuit of

eternal youth and beauty,

she needed fresh blood, more and more.

God, is it wrong to one to stay beauty and young?

All around you is beauty.

If only Istvan could see me today.

You seem to be only one that

can not see the blood is working.

Fortunately, Dominic was there to notice...

...how different I've looked ever since I started.

I will not trust a word comes out from his mouth.

Will you stop this before it is too late.

I tried to stop, but I already found it less alert.

I applied the blood again and I found incrediable strength invading every part of my body.

The blood is not making you any younger.

On the contrary, you starting to smell of death.

- Leave.

- Your vanity will be your undoing.

And you impudence will bring yours.

- Leave and never come back.

- No, I care too much.

Is it true that you share loved only with women?

It makes you virgin then.

There have been so many maids died in the castle lately.

They were clumsy little geese.

Some cut themselves while cocking and got sick.

Others fell down the stairs.

- Here.

- Thank the Countess for me.

We shall stop bringing girls to church.

I know the Countess wants to give

them proper burials, but above all...

...the Countess want fresh blood.

A quite invention.

I want make sure the witches around

here are bled before they are burned.

I have heard that the moisture in their

body keeps them from burning in the inside.

It is said that the cages allowed her to bleed the girls...

...more effectively with very little blood wasted.

The murders quickly multiplied. Witnesses

said she used took ten girls a month.

I wrote Erzebet many letters

but never received one from her.

After I was sured of her affair with Count Vizakna,

I stop writing and resigned myself to my fate.

What a staring jewel, matches your beauty.

A token from the King Matthias

for my armie's many victories.

- Must be exhausting to deal with war.

- Indeed. And it is costing me a fortune.

It is a shame that a beautiful woman

has to worry about such matters.

After all, it is said that the Queen

of England lost her looks xxx...

...because of her war with Spain.

- Do you care for me?

- No.

You are not beautiful enough.

Your features are almost like those of Turk.

Oh, Unlike Istvan?

- Do not say his name.

- Would you like me to kill him for you?

- Is he back?

- He is visiting Vienna, with her wife.

So, should I, be his death?

No.

- What are you looking for?

- I thought the Countess has sent you away?

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