Van Helsing Page #3

- I can't. If people knew...

He's not your brother anymore, Anna!

- You knew?

- Yes.

Before or after I stopped you

from shooting him?

Before.

And still you tried to kill him!

He's a werewolf!

He's gonna kill people!

He can't help it!

It's not his fault!

I know, but he'll do it anyway!

Do you understand forgiveness?

Yes. I ask for it often.

They say Dracula has a cure.

If there's a chance

I can save my brother...

- I'm going after it.

- No.

- I need to find Dracula.

- And I need to find my brother!

He gave his life for me.

He's the only family I have left.

I despise Dracula

more than you can ever imagine.

He has taken everything from me,

leaving me alone in this world.

To have memories

of those you loved and lost...

is perhaps harder

than to have no memories at all.

All right.

We'll look for your brother.

- Igor.

- Yes, master.

- How long before we are ready?

- Soon, master. Very soon.

It is difficult

without the good doctor...

but the Dwergi, they are doing well?

No!

Good.

For me, this is all personal.

It's all about family and honour.

Why do you do it, this job of yours?

What do you hope to get out of it?

I don't know.

Maybe some self-realization.

What have you got out of it so far?

Nightmares.

Werewolves only shed

before the first full moon.

Before the curse

has completely consumed them.

- What is this place?

- Castle Frankenstein.

But it should be abandoned.

I don't understand.

The man who lived here

was killed a year ago.

- A grave robber, among other things.

- A year ago.

It was just after that

that your father went missing.

Yes. He was looking for Dracula.

He was on his way to the sea.

I have never been to the sea.

I'll bet it's beautiful.

Werewolves are such a nuisance

during their first full moon.

So hard to control.

I send you on a simple errand...

to find out

who our new visitor is...

and you have to stop

for a little chat with your sister.

Leave her out of this, Count.

She doesn't know your secret.

And I am soon to take it

to my grave.

Don't wish for death so quickly.

I intend for you to be quite useful.

I would rather die than help you.

Don't be boring.

Everyone who says that dies.

Besides, tonight...

after the final stroke

of midnight...

you will have no choice

but to obey me.

Look familiar?

Father?

No!

He proved useless.

But I'm hoping, with werewolf venom

running through your veins...

you will be of greater benefit!

I may have failed to kill you,

Count, but my sister will not.

Never!

- Dwergi.

- Dwergi?

Dracula's servants.

Industrious but extremely vicious.

If you get the chance to kill one,

do it...

- Because they'll do worse to you.

- Right.

They say they're using my brother

in some sort of experiment.

My brother is still battling

the sickness within him.

- There's still hope.

- Anna.

There is no hope for your brother.

But we can still protect others

by killing Dracula.

Let us begin!

"No slacking! Up! "

- You ever see these things?

- No.

- What do you think they are?

- Offspring.

- What?

A man with three

gorgeous women for 400 years.

Yes, vampires are the walking dead.

It only makes sense

their children are born dead.

He's obviously trying

to bring them to life.

Ladies first.

Dracula and his brides only kill

one or two people a month.

If he brings

all these things to life...

- Throw the switches!

- Yes, master.

What are you doing?

I want to see what we're up against.

So this is what you get

when vampires mate.

Come on!

They need to feed.

Teach them how. Teach them!

And beg the Devil...

that this time they stay alive.

- This is where I come in.

- No, wait!

Now that I have your attention...

Yes, well, that's interesting.

That's not good. Must warn somebody.

I can tell the character of a man

by the sound of his heartbeat.

Usually when I approach...

I can almost dance to the beat.

Strange that yours is so steady.

"Hurry up! "

We must keep the

atmosphere electrified!

Accelerate the generators!

Power the dynamos!

We are losing power.

The human is insufficient.

Velkan.

Oh, my God.

Feed, my darlings! Feed!

May he rest in peace.

Hello, Gabriel.

We must not lose

the master's progeny!

Is this your silver stake?

How long has it been?

300, 400 years?

You don't remember, do you?

Exactly what is it

I should be remembering?

You are the great Van Helsing.

Trained by monks and mullahs

from Tibet to Istanbul.

Protected by Rome herself.

But, like me, hunted by all others.

The Knights of the Holy Order

know all about you.

It's no surprise

you would know about me.

Yes, but it's much more than this.

We have such history,

you and I, Gabriel.

Have you ever wondered why

you have such horrible nightmares?

Horrific scenes

of ancient battles past.

How do you know me?

- Velkan.

- Anna.

No. Don't unstrap me.

Don't unstrap me!

No, you must not! No! Stop!

Stop it.

I'm getting you out of here.

Velkan, it's all right.

I'm taking you home.

So would you like me

to refresh your memory a little?

A few details from your sordid past.

Perhaps that is a conversation

for another time.

Allow me to reintroduce myself.

I am Count Vladislaus Dragulia.

Born 1422.

Murdered 1462.

Help me!

I think

we've overstayed our welcome.

- Have you found the children?

- Not yet.

- What happened?

- They just died.

How can I ever repay you?

But you can't do that.

You are a monk.

Well, actually I'm just a friar.

I am sorry, master.

We try and we try...

but I fear we are not so smart

as Dr. Frankenstein.

Truly.

It would appear the good doctor

took the key to life to his grave.

Hunt them down.

Kill them both.

A silver stake? A crucifix?

What, did you think we

haven't tried everything before?

We've shot him, stabbed him,

clubbed him...

sprayed him with holy water,

staked him through the heart...

and still he lives!

Do you understand?

No one knows how to kill Dracula.

Well, I could have used

that information a little earlier.

Don't give me that look.

You were right. I'm sorry.

He's not my brother anymore.

Do you have any family,

Mr. Van Helsing?

Not sure.

I hope to find out someday.

That's what keeps me going.

- Here's to what keeps you going.

- Absinthe. Strong stuff.

Don't let it touch your tongue.

It'll knock you on your...

Vampire.

Vampires!

Now I remember.

"Even a man who is pure in heart

And says his prayers by night

"May become a wolf

when the wolfbane blooms

"And the moon is shining bright

"Or crave another's blood

when the sun goes down

"And his body takes to flight"

There's something down here.

And it's carnivorous.

Whatever it is,

it appears to be human.

I'd say he's a size 17.

Around 360 pounds.

8.5 to 9 feet tall.

He has a bad gimp in his right leg

and three copper teeth.

How do you know he has copper teeth?

Because he's standing

right behind you. Move!

Oh, my God!

The Frankenstein monster!

Monster? Who's the monster here?

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