The Incantation

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I knew the very

first moment I saw her,

she was pure helium.

Here, hot on the resting place

of the restless dead.

The crossroads of demise

as well as sex.

Where death begets life,

and life begets death.

May I throw your case,

Mademoiselle?

Merci.

"Out of Character"

by the Eulogies playing

So out of character

Lying there lifeless

I just wanna see your eyes

It's really not what

but why

Wherever that you went

that day

I'm sorry

that we let it slip

Away

Away

How then can I explain

Whoa.

Without a word...

Do you mind if we stop

and take a selfie?

Oui, Mademoiselle.

Whoa!

Lying there lifeless

I just wanna see

your eyes

It's really not what

but why

Whatever that you took

that day

I'm sorry that we

let it slip

Away

Away

Away

Away

Mademoiselle?

Do you have an address?

Huh?

To where you are going?

Oh.

I just wanna see your eyes

I just wanna see

your eyes

I just wanna see...

Mother, so weird.

"Transport."

What the hell, Mom?

Uh, this place.

Do you know it?

Here? Are you sure?

I guess so.

Mom always was

one for adventure.

A storm is tossed

Upon the sea

Whose eye

Is stained with tears

A wretch hell bound

And bent on blood

The makings

Of the fearful spheres

The tide it stole

Away her grace

The depths

They wouldn't claim her

Toil begat

By a father's blood

This path

Was laid before her

Redemption bought

By beacon's blood

Applied upon

The darkness

The pact embraced

The road unsought

The maiden of death

Won't be unmarked

Isn't it beautiful?

Is something wrong?

I'll just be leaving now.

Wait, seriously?

Can you at least help me

with all my bags?

I'd rather not.

Okay.

Not such a generous tip then?

As you wish.

Okay, I guess the French

are rude.

Hello?

Hello?

Is anybody home?

-Good afternoon.

-Oh!

You scared the sh--

Sorry, uh...

I didn't see you there.

Miss Bellerose, I presume?

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am the Vicar of Borley.

Vicar, please.

Please...

be seated.

Sorry.

I'm just a little nervous.

Uh, tired.

I think I'm jetlagged.

Sorry.

I'm listening now.

Um, I'm Lucy.

Miss Bellerose,

you will notice

that we conduct ourselves

with a little bit

more civility here,

perhaps a modicum of decorum

you're not yet used to.

Yes, sir.

I would like to first express

my deepest condolences

for the passing

of your great-uncle,

The Count Rose du Sang.

I can assure you

he was an exemplary pillar

of the community.

Thank you.

I didn't really know the guy.

Regardless,

it's quite fortuitous

that you arrived in time

for the interment tomorrow.

I trust you'll get some rest

and come amply rejuvenated

come morning.

Yeah, that

would be proper, right?

What am I saying?

He's my uncle.

Yes, of course, I...

I will be ready

bright and early.

Before you retire

for the evening,

I'm afraid there's a few rules

that we

quite stringently enforce

here at Castle Borley.

Yes, of course.

The upper floors

are strictly off-limits.

They're currently

under renovation

and can prove to be

quite dangerous.

Yeah, I wouldn't want

to get hurt

or fall down a rabbit hole.

Next, please be aware

that there are others

residing here,

and it would behoove you

not to disturb them.

It definitely seems big enough.

I can keep my own space.

Do not feel compelled

to return each utterance

with a banal affirmation.

Now best if you remain here

on the bottom floors only.

And, Lucy, any uninvited guests

are severely frowned upon.

Understood.

The chambermaid has provided

sustenance for you

in the pantry,

fresh bed linens

in your bed chamber.

Your room is the furthest

due westward

on the tertiary floor.

I bid you adieu.

Thank you.

Oh, and, Miss Bellerose?

As Vicar of the consecrated

grounds here at Castle Borley,

my ancestors and I have

dedicated our lives

to preserving and upholding

the reputation of your family

for generations.

So, please, do not make me

regret that now,

starting with you alone.

I'll do my best

not to disappoint you.

Oh, sh*t, I almost forgot.

Hi, virtual friends.

It's me, and guess what?

Surprise!

I'm in Paris!

Well, close enough.

Bad news? My uncle died.

I know, I know.

But it's okay. He was

a really distant relative.

Good news I'm in Paris!

Mom's not here yet,

but when is she ever?

Seriously, Mom,

if you see this,

will you please let me know

when you're gonna get here?

Wait till you guys

see this place.

It's straight

out of a fairy tale.

I'll try to post more soon.

Au revoir, Lucites.

Oh.

Note to self,

need to check on Internet

for personal sanity.

In the darkness I see

I moved

What has passed

Was never meant to be

But my arms still ache

From the punches

that I've thrown

And my soul still bleeds

From the sorrows

that I've known

And though

I've never complained

About being alone

Somehow I still cast

A night shadow

For I cast a night shadow

As I bask in the light

of the moon

I called out,

searched the ocean

Ow.

I see you've found

everything all right.

Holy crap.

What is it with you people?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Shall I draw you a bath?

No. No, it's-- it's fine.

-Um, I'm...

-Lucy.

Yes, I know.

Um, I'm fine if I could

just get some rest.

Of course, ma'am.

I'll leave you.

Creep show!

Mm.

Must... take a shower.

Oh, sh*t.

What the hell?

If you'd be so kind

as to join us

for the funeral rites.

I'll be down soon.

I just need some privacy

to shower and get dressed.

Please, make haste.

You guide me

along the right path

for the sake of your name.

Even when I walk

through a dark valley,

I fear no harm,

for you are at my side.

Your rod and staff

give me courage.

You set a table before me

as I watch my enemies.

Excusez-moi, Mademoiselle?

Do you have some light?

Sorry, I don't smoke.

Of course you don't.

With a face like that, though,

I don't blame you.

You're not from around here,

are you?

Is it that obvious?

Uh, my name is Jean-Pierre.

You can call me J.P.

Bit more American style, no?

And they say

the French are rude.

Well, J.P., the devilishly

handsome gravedigger

at your service.

That's an actual job?

Round here,

quite a lucrative one, yeah.

Wait,

you knew I was American?

So it is that obvious.

Well, without the handgun

and the Freedom Fries,

it was extremely hard to tell.

I'm Lucy.

Lucy? Well, that's a name

you don't hear that often.

Well, my mom wanted

to call me Desi,

but I'm not a boy, so...

You certainly are not that.

Uh, Lucy Bellerose.

Bellerose.

Rose like the Count?

-Are you... ?

-Yeah, he's my uncle.

Sorry, he was my great-uncle.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Madame,

I didn't know.

No, please, it's okay.

He was always

just some blood relative

living an ocean away

in a castle.

To be honest, growing up,

I used to call him

Count Dracula.

Well, he was

the Blood Rose Count.

No, no, no-- Dracula,

like, uh...

um, Frankenstein

or Wolfman.

Never mind.

Oh, but you know

the story, right?

Of how the Count

got his namesake?

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