Van Helsing Page #4

I have done nothing wrong...

and yet you and your kind

all wish me dead!

What do you want?

To exist.

Don't!

- We must kill it.

- Wait.

If you value your lives

and the lives of your kind...

- You will kill me.

- No.

If Dracula finds me...

I am the key to my father's machine.

The key to life.

Life for Dracula's children.

He already awakened them last night.

Two.

And those were from only one bride.

From one single birthing.

And they died

as they did the last time he tried.

Only with me

can he give them lasting life.

There are more?

More of those things?

Thousands.

Thousands more.

- No.

- You heard what he said.

My life, my job is to vanquish evil.

I can sense evil.

This thing, man, whatever it is...

evil may have created it,

may have left its mark on it.

But evil does not rule it,

so I cannot kill it.

- I can.

- Not while I'm here.

Anna.

Your family has spent 400 years

trying to kill Dracula.

Maybe this poor creature

can help us find a way.

Oh, my God. He's seen us.

Now they'll come for him.

Neither you nor I

will be able to stop them.

If I can get him to Rome,

we can protect him there.

And then the painting came alive...

and the two creatures

attacked each other.

- What does it mean?

- I don't know.

Listen, Carl, whatever you do,

don't stare at him.

I'm staring at him.

Is that a man?

Actually, seven men.

Parts, anyway.

By exposing me,

you have condemned me!

Me and all of humanity!

Nothing is faster

than Transylvanian horses.

Not even a werewolf.

Anything else, you're on your own.

- Let me go.

- Where are you going to go?

I don't know

if you've seen a mirror lately...

but you kind of stick out

in a crowd.

We must not let the creature

be destroyed!

Save him! Save the monster!

Stakes!

No!

Oh, my God.

What are you doing out here?

Right.

Don't let go!

I can help!

You won't kill me?

Only if you don't hurry!

Jump!

Velkan.

Velkan.

Anna...

forgive me.

I will see you again.

You killed him.

Now you know

why they call me murderer.

Oh, my God.

You've been bitten.

Anna!

Anna.

So much trouble to my master.

So much trouble.

What do you want?

The master commands a trade.

The monster for the Princess.

Somewhere public. Lots of people.

A place where your master

will be less inclined...

to expose his other side.

Tomorrow night is All Hallows' Eve.

Here in Budapest there is

a wonderful masquerade ball.

- Are you all right?

- No.

He has been bitten.

Bitten by a werewolf.

Now you will become that which

you have hunted so passionately.

I am sorry.

May others be as passionate

in their hunting of you.

Well, they won't find him in here.

I'm sure this is some sort of sin.

God will forgive us.

We need to save Anna.

You don't think

the hat's a bit much?

- Carl, help me!

- Right.

How many commandments

can we break in one day?

Anyway, according to the book...

you won't turn into a werewolf until

the rising of your first full moon.

That's two nights from now.

You'll still be able to

fight Dracula's hold over you...

until the final stroke of midnight.

So I have nothing to worry about.

My God, you should be terrified.

- Thanks.

- Sorry.

We still have 48 hours

to find a solution.

You sure he can't get out of there?

Not without some help from the dead.

How does it feel

to be a puppet on my string?

I won't let you trade me, Count.

I have no intention of trading you.

And if I know Van Helsing,

which I do...

he is not planning on

making a trade, either.

Neither of us

has ever settled for half.

There they are.

You make my skin crawl.

This is not all I could do

with your skin.

Carl, I need you to do something.

I'm not gonna like this, am I?

Don't we make a lovely couple?

Oh, my God.

I am looking for a new bride, Anna.

Someone strong and beautiful.

One brief moment of pain...

and we can be together forever.

You have no heartbeat.

Perhaps it just needs...

to be rekindled.

Anna. Anna!

Wake up.

Gabriel.

Oh, Gabriel.

Welcome to my summer palace.

Master! Look, master!

We have him, master.

We have him!

You wretched undead...

I shall have my revenge!

"Though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death...

"I shall fear no evil."

You are nothing but damned bones...

and damned souls...

and will burn in the flames of Hell!

Now that everything

is as it should be...

ladies and gentlemen,

I give to you...

Van Helsing!

Come on.

Yes!

Now I know what it's for.

- Where are we going?

- Through that window!

Carl, you're a genius!

A genius with access

to unstable chemicals.

Say goodbye to your friends.

I'll find you!

I'll get you back and set you free!

I swear to God!

- I must save him.

- No, you can't.

Why?

I cabled Rome earlier

to apprise them of our situation.

What did they say?

Even if you kill Dracula...

Rome orders you to destroy

Frankenstein as well.

He isn't evil.

But they say he isn't human, either.

Do they know him? Have they spoken

to him? Who are they to judge?

They want you to destroy him so he

can never be used to harm humanity.

What of me? Did you tell them

what I'm to become?

Did they tell you how to kill me?

The correct angle of the stake

as it enters my heart?

The exact measure of silver

in each bullet?

- Stop!

- No, I left you out!

I'm sorry.

It's starting.

They must have taken

all the equipment to Dracula's lair.

Wherever that is.

Look, there's still time.

Dracula can't bring his children

to life until the sun sets.

The sun sets in two hours.

We've been looking for him

for more than 400 years!

Yes, well, I wasn't around

for those 400 years, now, was I?

Okay, Carl,

what have you learned?

That Count Dracula was actually

the son of Valerious the Elder.

The son of your ancestor.

Everybody knows that. What else?

All right.

Well, according to this rubbing...

it all started

when Dracula was murdered.

Do you know who murdered him?

No, there's just some vague reference

to the Left Hand of God.

And in 1462, when Dracula died...

- He made a covenant with the Devil.

- And was given a new life.

But the only way he could sustain

that life was by drinking blood.

Excuse me. Are you going to

let me tell the story?

Sorry.

And your ancestor,

having sired this evil creature...

went to Rome to seek forgiveness.

That's when the bargain was made.

He was to kill Dracula...

in return for eternal salvation

of his entire family...

right down the line

all the way to you.

But he couldn't do it.

As evil as Dracula was, my ancestor

couldn't kill his own son.

So he banished him

to an icy fortress...

sending him through a door

from which there was no return.

- And then the Devil gave him wings.

- Yes.

- All right, so where is this door?

- I don't know.

But when your ancestor couldn't

kill his son, he left clues.

So that future generations

might do it for him.

That must be what my father

was looking for in here.

Clues to the door's location.

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