Twins Of Evil Page #3

Anything.

Look. What do you see?

We are the undead.

Immortal.

No man can harm us unless

he bores a stake through our hearts

or beheads us.

No one is protected from us

unless they hold the hated cross.

You're a vampire.

Yes.

I can savor the most extreme

of Satan's delights.

I can feed on the blood

of a human victim.

- No. Not me.

- It is a test.

One who is dedicated

to the devil and his deeds

will not die by a vampire's bite,

but will become one of the undead.

A vampire.

The good and the innocent die!

Now...

Oh! No! No!

Another funeral pyre.

Another sacrifice.

They are frightened.

Is that an excuse for wanton cruelty?

Five people have been found dead.

Three others have disappeared.

And three young girls

have been burned at the stake!

Add those lives to the total.

Anton, I know how you feel.

No! You don't.

You think I'm just angry.

It's more than that.

I feel sick with fear

and revulsion against myself.

Anton.

Yes. Because I'm such a coward.

Oh, lngrid... how much longer

can decent people stand by

and watch this reign of terror

by Gustav Weil

and his religious friends?

But what can we do?

Oh, I know some of those poor girls

were innocent.

I'm sure they were, but...

Anyone poor, living alone,

and not a devoted member of the church.

Anyone young and pretty.

Because then their morals

are questionable.

But Gustav has young

and pretty nieces.

Under his protection.

It's probably just as well.

They have a great many admirers.

Frieda in particular.

Did you think I wouldn't notice, Anton?

I'm afraid it's rather obvious.

But why Frieda, though?

Maria seems much nicer to me.

Since one can hardly tell

the difference between them...

Oh, I can!

Maria is very nice,

probably much nicer than Frieda,

but Frieda has a kind

of fire inside her.

I can almost feel it burning

when I'm near to her.

And she has a strange,

mysterious quality.

Maria is like an open book,

while with Frieda one feels you could

go on learning about her forever.

I suppose it depends

on what there is to learn.

Still, it's a very romantic notion.

- The only trouble is...

- What?

If you want to court

Gustav Weil's niece,

you'd better not offend him.

Someone has got to do something.

Frieda.

Frieda, that's Uncle Gustav.

You only just got back in time.

Who cares?

I may leave here altogether soon.

Although, in a way,

I like having our uncle as my protector.

Frieda, you must stop it.

Uncle Gustav

is bound to find out soon.

I can't keep covering up for you.

I don't want to!

You will do what I tell you.

But it was only luck

he didn't find out today.

He knew you weren't here.

He what?!

Oh, it was all right.

I pretended to be you,

and he can't tell

the difference between us.

That's all right, then.

Except that he thrashed me

with his belt

because he said I was telling lies

about not knowing where you were.

- Where you were.

- Yes.

And tomorrow I get beaten again

for being me

because I wasn't home at dusk.

My poor Maria.

It isn't fair.

I think tomorrow

you ought to pretend to be me.

If he ever touches me, I'll kill him!

Frieda, what's happened to you?

Ever since you went away that night,

you seem like a different person.

Yes.

Get ready to go out now, girls.

It's a lovely song, Anton.

We'll leave you to finish it in peace.

Right? Come on.

Anton, a visitor for you.

Gustav.

Won't you sit down?

You sent a letter

to the elders of our church

complaining of my ungodly behavior.

Yes.

They have written to me

asking that I investigate

whether you are a servant of the devil.

You read a great deal?

Yes.

Books on black magic... vampires.

I study history,

and superstition is a part of it.

Superstition?!

Do you not believe

in the existence of the devil?

I believe that wickedness

exists in every man.

Then, tell me now,

do you believe in the existence of God?

Not in the cruel and vengeful being

that you believe in,

which must always take a life

for a life.

Burning purifies!

Not if you know anything

about vampires!

By burning, you char the body.

The soul will only re-create itself

in another body

and continue with its carnage.

Only a stake through the heart

or decapitation

can end their torment of evil

if vampires exist.

You know they exist.

There are many things

even men of learning do not understand.

If you ever interfere with the ways

of the Brotherhood again,

you will suffer.

Take care, Anton.

For your own sake.

And your sister's.

Gustav, I...

Thou little, youthful maiden

Come unto my great heart

For my heart and the sea

and the heaven

Are melting 'way with love

I'm sure you must be sending me away

for some other reason.

Why the sudden concern

for Aunt Heidi?

I'm worried about her.

She must be ill

or she would have written.

Anyway, a few days away

will do you good.

But I'm all right.

It's you who seem nervous and upset.

Why don't you go?

- And what about the school?

- Oh, I can take the girls.

For crochet work?

For extra choir practice.

All right. I'll go.

But I think you want to be

left alone with someone,

and I can guess who.

What else did he say?

I don't know.

I didn't hear it all.

Aunt Katy shut the door.

Something about everyone

going on trial from now on

for complicity with the devil

so that the whole village can see

how just and lawful they are, I suppose.

But he didn't threaten Anton?

I'm not sure.

He had some kind

of a grudge against him.

What do you care?

Are you in love with him?

Of course not.

The rest of the girls seem to be.

I'm not.

Frieda..

Frieda..

You won't go out tonight, will you?

Please!

I get so frightened.

Don't you realize if I stayed,

I might...

Oh, leave me alone!

Help!

Heathen!

I regret my sister

cannot be present this morning.

An aunt of ours in the next village

has taken sick.

I hope she'll be back this afternoon,

but in the meanwhile

I shall be taking her classes.

However, as I'm not really competent

to instruct you

in the art of needlecraft,

we shall be having

extra choir practice instead.

Sir, can we have your song?

- Well...

- Please?

- All right.

- Is it a hymn, sir?

My father only allows us to sing hymns.

It's kind of a hymn.

Ready?

So, schoolmaster,

you do not believe in the devil!

What is the meaning of this?

I demand an explanation!

Gustav, what kind of a charade is this?

A victim of the vampires you scorn

found this morning.

This is a schoolhouse,

not a burial place.

You're disgusting, barbaric, all of you!

Now get out!

These girls are all our kin.

We leave to you

the training of their voices,

but we teach them the path to God

and the byways of the devil.

No, I forbid it!

Let them all see!

And learn your lesson, choirmaster.

And prophets and wise men

and scribes,

and some of them

you shall kill and cru...

Child, you should not be out so late.

Maria? Or is it Frieda?

Your uncle would be very angry.

Unto you brothers...

Uncle, save me.

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