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Reincarnation of Isabel

Yesterday and today.

Today and tomorrow.

Always. Why?

Rites, black magic and secret orgies
in the 14th century

No.

Help.

Help.

Let me go.

Let me go.

To you, Isabella, Great Mistress,
we dedicate this sacrifice.

Let us sacrifice,
awaiting the twenty-fifth moon.

Let me go. Help.

Isabella, Great Mistress...

this sacrifice is for you,
so you may rise from the dead...

until the great ritual
of the twenty-fifth moon.

For you, Isabella...

her suffering.

To you, Isabella,
we dedicate this sacrifice.

Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is
with thee; blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the Fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now and the hour of our death, Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee...

A deceased lover can only
be brought to life...

if she is given the heart
and eyes of young virgins...

until the day the Prince of Darkness
plants in her womb...

the seed of his immortality.

May I remind you, the new owners
of the castle will arrive tomorrow.

I'll stay here.

Raquel is dead, father.
It's the hand of the devil.

Christa.

Raquel is dead.

I know. A demon took her heart.
- Nonsense.

What else then?
- I don't believe in demons.

It must have been a maniac, someone
who gets his pleasure from blood.

Raquel has been murdered.
- Oh no, let's go and see.

Lenda.

Viveca doesn't believe in vampires,
only in bloodthirsty maniacs.

And you?

I...?

Yes, you.

Laureen's stepfather has bought
the castle.

They say it is cursed.

In the name of the Father...

Bring us all the way up to the castle.
- No, it is cursed.

I'd like to introduce myself,
since we're both living here.

My nephew shouldn't have sold
his part of the castle.

Nobody will come here
to bother you.

I don't want to hear that piano.
- I've bought it.

My stepdaughter Laureen is celebrating
her engagement to Richard Brenton.

You must know him, he's a local.

I won't have anything to do
with anybody.

You play divinely but I am jealous of
the music. It gets all your attention.

Hello, congratulations.

The sound of the piano is enchanting.
Play on, Lenda.

Mother...

Richard gave me this.
- It's beautiful, darling.

Doesn't she play divinely?

Let's toast to her and to you.

I'll get you a magnificent
wedding present.

Wait and see.

You're in a strange mood tonight.

Sorry, I'm not used to electric light.
I'll go outside to get some air.

You're transcendent and volatile.

Here, have one of these.
- No, thanks. William's going outside.

I'll try to seduce him.
I would die for such a mysterious man.

Go back inside.

Jack Nelson. I know you.

I know you, Jack Nelson.

Go back inside. Quickly.

I had no intention to dance.

Should I be happy or scared
in this castle?

It's a castle like any other.

Help me.

Help me.

I was attacked.
Somebody attacked me.

She slipped.

No, I was attacked.

It was a horrible monster.

Something jumped me from behind.
I felt a terrible force.

I was scared to death.

It had green hair, like all monsters.
And its eyes were like fire.

I jumped to free myself.

He held my mouth shut with an awful,
big, hairy hand. It was disgusting.

You have a rich imagination.
- Why do you want to ruin my party?

It's true, I swear. I didn't just slip.
A terrible monster attacked me.

I can't tell you how horrible it was.

Viveca,
why don't you tell them it is true?

It's hard, it is very hard to die.

We wish you great joy and happiness.

Gros.

Gros.

Why don't you say something?

How handsome you are.

At least you will believe me.
- Get lost.

Tomorrow they'll tell a new story
about this castle.

Burn the witch.

It's only a story. Don't kill her.

Don't let them kill me, Jack.

I don't want to die. Let me go.

I'm not a witch.

Help me, Jack. I don't want to die.

Murderers.

Murderers.

Isabella, Great Mistress...

We bring you back to life...

until the great ritual
of the twenty-fifth moon.

Isabella.
- Burn the witch.

Jack.

Thank you for your tears.

I consider them as your blessing
of my engagement.

You will live again, Isabella.

You will live again, I swear.

You will live again, Isabella.

I swear.

You will live again, Isabella.

A lover can only be brought to life...

if she's given the heart and eyes
of young virgins.

Until the day the Prince of Darkness
plants in her womb...

the seed of his immortality.

Why, Isabella, why?

Why?

Let me go.

Burn her.

Burn her.

Murderers.

Stephy, don't do this.
- What?

Voilà, the divine innocent.

I've got a nicer one.

It's transparent.

It tells the future...

and reads our minds.

I love you, Richard.

You're perfect fools if you don't see
how I'm turning and flying like a bir...

It's very hard.

Just imagine that someone is
attacking you from behind.

Lenda.

Christa.

Christa.

Where are we?

We're not in the castle.

Where are we?

Why did the gate close?

Have mercy.

Stop it.

Help.

I swear it's for real.

Christa is dead. Come quickly.
She's really dead, everyone.

Come quickly.

In the name of the Father, the Son...

Father, give her your blessing.

Her body belongs to Satan.
She's damned for all eternity.

Impale her,
only then she shall find eternal rest.

Superstitious nonsense.
It's just a dead girl.

Dead?
- And those wounds on her neck?

That's what vampires do.
They're dead scary.

Let's go to the cemetery.
- Me too?

Yes, you idiot.

Father...

Listen to me. I heard a noise.

It's just your imagination.

Help.

Help.

Help.

Help. Let me out.

Let me out.

Please, let me out.

Help.

Go away.

Vampires need blood that's not
contaminated by human semen.

The mystery involves eternal life,
reincarnation and...

I was ferreting about in your books.
- Without my permission.

Mr. Jack Nelson asked my permission.

Is it forbidden?
- What if it is?

That would be ridiculous. The bit
I read was just superstitious nonsense.

Don't you believe in vampires?

No. Only in psycho's who find sexual
fulfillment in the sight of blood.

There's nothing supernatural about it.

Vampirism, witchcraft and demons
are a concoction of the ignorant.

The people thought Isabella was
a witch and burnt her alive.

Why, if she was innocent?
- That happened five centuries ago.

Am I right, Nelson?
- Certainly.

Today I talked with some farmers.
It happened five-hundred years ago.

And telling the story still gives them
the creeps. Why?

Because we all played a part in it,
at the time.

Or still do.

It's all in the chronicles of that time.
No horror story, simply the facts.

Have a look for yourself, Richard.

In the village of Ariel, the Inquisition
started a ruthless witch-hunt.

Isabella Drupel, a vampire and a witch,
was arrested in her bed.

That's her.

She's the witch.

What do you want from me?

You come with us.

You idiots.

Count Dracula, her heartbroken lover,
vowed revenge.

He invokated the powers of darkness
and became the first vampire.

In return for his vow,
he had to live off blood.

And I, a human being,
am in love with a creature...

that was murdered by the ignorance
of human beings.

Or by their truth.

By their terrible truth.

So in love that he wanted to bring her
back to life by sacred rites?

Why was Isabella burnt alive
if it wasn't true?

Why?

Help. Let me out.

I go crazy in here.
Richard, help me.

Let me out.

Viveca.

Laureen is gone. She's dissapeared,
but I heard her scream.

Laureen.

Richard. Help me.

Where is she?

Help.

Help.

Help.

She probably wanted to see
the cellar.

A sudden noise frightened her so much
that it caused a traumatic shock.

It's normal that she doesn't remember
anything, because nothing happened.

What about the blood, doctor?

She must have been so seized
by panic that she hurt herself.

That corridor is narrow and
the walls have sharp protrusions.

Anyway, it's only a scratch.

Where is Lenda?

She was thinking of leaving
the castle.

I saw her leaving.
- She didn't say goodbye to me.

Try to get some rest, Laureen.

Exactly.
Sometimes sleep is the best cure.

Hey, Viveca, I can't sleep.

Viveca, I can't sleep.

Go bother Rochy, or William,
or whoever you like, but let me sleep.

I'll keep my own company.
To hell with you.

You can drop dead, for all I care.

Stephy, don't play tricks on me.

Say something.

She's dead.

You don't believe me, do you?
But Christa is dead.

What's that?

Who's there?

I heard something. What happened?

Stephy is a fool. She feels neglected
by everyone, including vampires.

Her blood isn't tasty enough.
I told her so.

My eyelashes.

Her eyelashes.

I liked Christa.

I saw her by the window.

It's Rochy's fault.
He's made you cry again.

She has always rejected me,
using the excuse that she is a virgin.

I told her so.

We all came into the world as virgins.
I too was once a virgin.

Move over so I can lay down
beside you.

She really did it.

No, let go of me.

Let me go.

Let me go.

Stop it.

It's the night of the twenty-fifth moon.

Your eyes will see the eternal light,
Isabella, Great Mistress.

The hour of the sabbath for the young
virgins has come.

They who believe in eternal hell fire
will sacrifice their blood to you.

And you, Great Mistress, will choose
the eyes in which the glow of desire...

...illuminates all suffering.

Through those eyes you'll see
the light again...

for the glory of Satan.

What's happening?

What's that? What's happening?

Father, have mercy on us.
Free us from worldly sins.

Defeat Satan. Only You can do it.

This castle is becoming an obsession
for me too. Let's leave.

We will, darling.

Who's there?

Satan. Go away.

Monster. Devil.

Let me go.

Help.

Mabel. I'm scared.
The cross is burning.

The sky is clear.
How come there's lightning?

Those two are posessed by the devil.
They set the cross on fire.

It's them.

They have set the cross on fire.

In the name of the Father, the Son...

They're not shouting at us, my pet.
- They're witches.

Burn the witches. Kill them.

What's happening?

They're witches.
- Kill them.

What do they want?

I'm scared.
- Come.

Why?

Burn them.
- They must die.

Mabel, what do they want?
- It's not true.

What are you doing?
- What do you want?

Kill them.

It's not true.

You are posessed.
- Witches.

Stop it.
- They're posessed.

They're vampires. They're a threat
to our villages and women.

I agree with you. They're posessed.

I too have seen the signs
on their bodies.

But let's submit them to
the definitive test.

No demon can pass by the altar at the
crossroads without being incinerated.

That's what the chronicles say.
Let them try to pass by the altar.

Why are they doing this?

I'm not posessed. I'm not a witch.

You're crazy. You're the demons.
- Murderers.

Where are we?
- They're all gone.

Where are we?

It's all gone.

By dying for Satan,
they will all live again in our light.

She will be brought to life again on
every night of the twenty-fifth moon...

Great Mistress Isabella.

I want an explanation. Nothing is
real anymore in this damned castle.

I cannot help you.

Yes, you can. But you prefer to
keep up a curtain of mystery.

I cannot help you.

You know more about this. Girls in
and outside the castle have vanished.

You know how to find them.
You'll be sorry if you don't speak.

It's a very fine line between
the known and the unknown.

I spent my life trying to understand
it. Nobody knows for sure what is real.

Maybe the things we see
are just the things we want to see.

On moonlit nights
I am always scared. Why?

Where is Laureen?

Where is Laureen?
- Vanished.

You're the chosen one.

But only if your eyes
reflect the glow...

...of the infernal fire of desire.

Then your eyes will live on
forever...

...in Isabella.

Monsters.

Monsters. Let me go.

Murderers.

Quiet, you mandrill.

Little witch.

I have found my big vampire.
I don't care about Laureen.

He is not yours. He is mine.

He is my vampire.

That gate hasn't been opened
for a thousand years.

Miss Laureen cannot be there.

The villagers can't find my daughter.

She must be inside.
You know this castle. Help us find her.

Where is Jack Nelson? Why is he
not looking for your daughter?

He has vanished too.

Gerg, why did you let him pass?

Why did you let him pass?

He must look for her
in the underworld.

You will walk in front of us
to the snake pit.

Go on, to the snake pit.

Get going.

Let me go.

I don't want to.

Let me go, monsters.

He is my vampire.

The castle gave him to me and
I won't let anybody take him from me.

Great Mistress Isabella,
you will unite with Laureen...

when in her eyes the fire lights
that will consume the ages.

Then you will enter her
and she will enter you...

and her eyes will be yours
for all eternity.

Go on.

Go on.

We're there. I've been looking for
that coffin more than four centuries.

Hurry, we've got to find Laureen.

Her life depends on this coffin.
Only a woman's will can open it.

Laureen's will.

Keep looking. Ignite in your eyes
the internal fire of desire.

Look.

Monster.

Monster.

I got lost in the cellar
of the castle.

That's all I remember.
- You got lost in time.

You mysteriously succeeded in bringing
Jack and me to life by reincarnation.

You were Isabella,
and Gerg was your servant.

And you were me. Nelson turned you into
a vampire in your previous life.

Because of him you were burnt
at the stake. Kill him.

When you called him a monster...

you erased from your memory the
horrible rite he forced you to endure.

You drive me crazy.

Not today. I did drive you crazy,
more than four centuries ago.

Don't try to understand it.
I told you tonight...

It's a fine line between the known and
the unknown. I've been reincarnated.

And as a consequence of some
terrible curse, I'm aware of it.

Your science doesn't provide an
explanation of my case or his.

Kill him.

Only the woman he adored can kill
his eternal hate, in the name of love.

Kill him, before it's too late.

Kill him, before it is too late.

Kill him.

I love you.
- Look at her, that crazy girl.

A nice castle here,
A nice castle there

I never seem to land on my feet.