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My Lord, the enemy is at our door.

Are the Ottomans so cruel that they interrupt our love?

They will pay for it, my beloved.

Come on.

Is this war necessary?

Can't we all live in peace God intended for us?

You are my reason for being, Elisabeta.

Please, take care of yourself, my King, my life.

Because I cannot survive without you.

That's enough, my Lord.

War calls! Victory is yours.

My men will take you to Vilmuro castle. To our cousins.

You will be safe here.

[Latin prayer]

Amen.

This battle will be bloody, Your Eminence.

The dead will number in the thousands.

Are you sure God wills this?

Our kingdom is the last bastion against the Muslims.

Put your faith in our Lord.

I do.

I am ready to die for Him.

Then hunt these barbarians to the last man.

I will fight in His name, but I ask Him for one favor.

I'm listening, my son.

I want Him to spare my wife.

If she doesn't survive, I won't be able to go on.

Everything would lose meaning.

Life would become unbearable.

Calm yourself.

This is blasphemy.

The Lord gave you life.

You must honor and serve Him.

But He gave me love as well.

He cannot blame me for being unable to live without it.

If He takes her life, He can take mine too.

I will pray for your request.

No, don't pray.

Tell Him.

For the Prince!

They're here. In the forest.

What is your plan, sir?

Let them come.

Go, Princess, go!

Friends!

Save yourself!

Release the barrels!

Lord!

The Princess.

Speak.

There was an ambush.

She managed to escape.

Where did she go?

The Forest of Wolves.

Please.

No!

My Prince.

My wife is dead.

We've been praying for her since you left.

So God is deaf?

Or did you not pray hard enough?

My Grace, God has His own reasons.

It is not for us to question Him.

Perhaps He had another destiny for her.

She has no other destiny.

She is dead.

And He didn't even allow me to say goodbye to her.

I beg you, tell God to send her back to me.

It's impossible.

Why?

Why?

Because God does not perform reincarnation.

But He can perform miracles, can He not?

Can He not?

If you pray hard enough, He will listen to you.

Please, tell Him.

Tell Him!

She...

She was a good Christian, of pure soul.

I'm sure God will take care of her.

And what about me?

I've done everything He has asked.

My soul is stained with the blood of our enemies, whom I have killed in His name.

I don't have the answers, my Prince.

I am only His humble messenger.

Good.

I have a message that I want you to deliver to Him.

Tell your God that until He brings back my wife, my life no longer belongs to Him.

When did you arrive?

I arrived ten minutes ago.

Okay.

Come!

Where did you leave him?

In the chapel.

It seemed the most appropriate.

You did the right thing, you did the right thing.

Let him finish praying.

Father?

Dr. Dumont, I presume.

Yes.

You have a very beautiful chapel.

Yes, it's true.

Thank you for making this trip, Father.

It must have been a long and arduous journey.

Exhausting, I must admit.

That's why I'm partaking in some light refreshment I found right here.

I hope you don't mind.

Not at all.

You're most kind.

I'm sure it tastes much better than the beer in my native Bavaria.

I'm sorry to welcome you in such an ungracious manner, but I'm afraid

the hospital administration and Diocese don't support your presence here.

I'm used to it.

The Church and the scientific academies don't get along very well.

That's why the Vatican for centuries has been in the

habit of delegating its most delicate cases to us.

This case is very delicate.

The Queen of England herself is concerned.

The Queen?

Exciting.

No, no, no, no.

It's the ceremony of the centenary of the French Revolution.

In a few days.

There's a lot of excitement everywhere.

Close the door.

Why so many chains?

Afraid she'll fly away?

She was quite aggressive when we picked her up.

A real beast.

Even animals are entitled to a little humanity.

What do we know about her?

Please.

Maria de Montebello, twenty-five, from Bologna, Italy.

Engaged to Mr. Henry William Spencer, consul here in Paris,

and the great-nephew by marriage of the Queen herself.

That's why this case is so delicate.

More than delicate, sensitive.

Anything else I should know?

From what I've been told, it all began during the wedding which

took place on their family estate, as Maria objected to a church.

However, the groom had invited the Bishop of Westminster to bless the union.

And at the sight of the clergyman, the bride was seized

with hysteria and a sexual appetite beyond comprehension.

Appetite can be a sign of very good health, can it not, Doctor?

Well, certainly within limits.

Born?

- May I? - Sure.

Born on the eighteenth of March, seventeen fifty-nine.

It must be a clerical error.

Otherwise, it would mean that she is...

One hundred and thirty years old, exactly.

One hundred and...

So you believe this woman is a creature of the Devil?

Well, that's a hasty conclusion, Doctor.

Very often when a situation escapes our

understanding, we see in it the work of the Devil.

Well, the fact that she's old and allergic to God's

representatives is merely a symptom, not a disease.

It is very important in cases like this to study, to observe without prejudice.

We must follow the rules and laws of nature, science, mathematics, not those

of superstition and the Church, which I must admit can be a trifle obscure.

You see, Doctor, we have to approach this like a criminal investigation.

First we establish a fact.

From there we deduce the motives, the circumstances, the location.

Could you hold this, please?

And the murder weapon is this.

My order has been studying this phenomenon for more than four hundred years.

I personally, for more than thirty.

And I can state for the record, Doctor, you're

the first one to have captured a specimen alive.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

What exactly did I capture?

A vampire.

Don't listen to him, Doctor.

Help me.

I'll let you do whatever you want.

Smile, please.

The oversized canines could be a clue, but there could also be a natural explanation.

So we must look elsewhere.

Now this creature, like any other, is definitely the work of our Lord.

But for some mysterious reason, it seems God may have other plans with it.

Contrary to popular belief, vampires adapt very well to

light in general, but it is direct rays they cannot take.

This is crazy.

Doesn't make any sense.

Again, you may be right.

This could be just another anomaly of nature.

So we have to continue until we find irrefutable proof.

Well, I think we have all the proof we need, Doctor, don't you?

This is beyond science and understanding.

That's why I am here.

My dear child, may I call you Maria?

Of course.

You can call me as you like, Father.

I'm all yours.

Maria, if you answer my questions nicely, I will give you what you want.

You know my desires.

I know your needs.

Allow me.

Come a little closer, son.

Science requires sacrifice.

Are you ready to make one?

I suppose so.

Good boy.

What are you doing?

A few drops into our meagre contribution to science,

followed by a lentil soup. You'll feel like a new man.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Maria, show me your neck, please.

You see, she's not a first-generation vampire.

So you mean there could be more of them?

Without a doubt.

For four hundred years now, we've been looking for the source.

The source?

Yes.

My master.

Who is he?

What's his name?

Where can we find him?

No, don't bother.

He'll find you.

He's here?

In Paris?

No.

Very soon.

Maria.

Maria.

Maria!

Who is he?

He's a Prince.

A Prince?

He comes for the celebration?

No.

He comes to find his Princess.

His Princess?

Who is she?

What does she look like?

Very beautiful.

More blood, please.

Surely had enough.

More would be greedy.

So what is your conclusion?

Now we can find a Princess who will lead us to her Prince.

Good luck.

Are we there?

Take this road.

It is at the end.

Can you help me with my luggage?

Can't leave my horses alone.

Too many wolves around.

I'm glad to hear it.

Do you have a crucifix with you?

No.

Take mine.

Keep it always with you.

Well, thank you, but I do not believe in God.

Then pray God believes in you.

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Oh.

Excuse me.

I... You surprised me.

I desire to apologize for tonight...

...for my somewhat dramatic entrance.

Give me this.

Oh, my apologies, sir.

I didn't introduce myself.

Jonathan Harker, solicitor.

You are quite young for a lawyer.

Yes, I joined Phillips law office in Paris earlier this year.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

And you are?

Vlad III, Prince of Wallachia.

Count...

Count Dracula.

Oh, Your Excellency.

Apologies for my clumsiness.

I was given no physical description of you.

My portrait is not well known except on these walls.

Oh.

Magnificent.

Is that a gramophone?

Yes, it is.

I've never seen one before.

I'm very curious to...

Later, maybe.

Let us dine.

Fine.

This is so good.

Your appetite is a pleasure to see, young man.

Everything is so delicious and to be honest, I was starving to death.

That certainly won't be the case here.

The upkeep of such an abode must require a countless amount of staff.

Too many.

And yet I'm puzzled not to have seen any.

They are very discreet.

You aren't eating?

Later.

Try these.

Nice trick.

Fantastic flavour.

It is one of the recipes I brought back from India.

You travel a lot?

Not anymore, but once upon a time, yes.

I visited every continent and crossed all oceans.

Oh, you must have so many wonderful stories to tell.

I do.

What are your travels for?

Work or pleasure?

I handled certain affairs, it is true.

But I am retired now.

I let my associates travel around the world in my place.

And it's my associate, Mr. Jenkins, who arranged for my visit here.

And once again, let me thank you for granting me a moment of your time.

I have plenty of time.

So, what brings you here, young man?

Now.

Among the many properties that you own in Europe, there's one in particular.

An old abbey in the heart of Paris.

The company, which we represent, wondered, given the dilapidated

state of the property, if you might be interested in selling.

I think it's this one.

No, not this one.

Sorry.

I must admit the roads are quite chaotic to get here and my stuff is all upside down.

What do they want to do with it?

A hospital, I believe.

The Great Paris Exhibition is coming soon and the city will receive millions of visitors.

And this one...

It's located near Saint-Germain-des-Prés, not too far from the River Seine.

I will show you.

Are you a believer?

Sorry, what did you say?

Do you believe in God?

Not really.

The coachman gave it to me.

Old superstitions run deep, I suppose.

Got it.

Enough talking for tonight.

Let me show you to your room.

This castle is well guarded, but I prefer you

do not leave your room under any circumstances.

Forgive me, but what exactly are you afraid of?

Old castles like this are filled with memories that might haunt you.

No, I'm not superstitious.

That is a pity.

Watch him.

Elisabeta...

Good evening.

How may I help you, Father?

I'd like to speak to Mr. Henry William Spencer, please.

Yes?

My apologies for disturbing at such a late hour, but I was

sent by a friend, Dr. Dumont of the Hôtel-Dieu hospital.

Oh God, the hospital where Maria is?

Indeed.

There's something awful has befallen her.

Yes.

No, she's alive, clinically speaking.

Oh, thank God.

Please come sit down and tell me everything, Father.

I'm worried sick.

Is her health stable at least?

She doesn't eat much, drinks reasonably well, yet she's bursting with energy.

That bodes well, but...

Yeah.

That bodes very well.

Yet do we know more about this evil thing that's eating away at her?

We're making progress, but as you know, science is a long

winding road that we can only travel step by tiny step.

You have a very nice place here.

It belongs to the English Crown.

Yeah, the Crown has always known how to make good investments.

What can I do for you, Father?

I'd like to visit her room.

May I ask what you're looking for?

Nothing in particular.

It's just important that no stone be left unturned.

You're a bit like an inspector on a police investigation.

Precisely, except I try to solve the case before the murder.

I'll leave you to it.

And if you ever need any help on any occasion, I'm your servant.

Thank you.

That's very kind of you.

There you are, Princess Elisabeta.

You should not have left your room.

Oh, my God.

Don't utter that name.

He is not welcome here.

Are you the Devil?

Good... Evil...

Two almost identical entities.

Two minds battling one another without showing themselves.

And we, we are their playthings.

We are puppets that move only at their behest.

No.

No, no, no!

Do you intend to kill me?

I do.

But not right away.

It is important to wait until the blood engorges the head.

Who are you really?

I am just a poor soul condemned by God and cursed

to walk in the shadow of death for all eternity.

And sustain myself on fresh blood.

Human blood is recommended.

Why would God do such a thing?

He has only love and mercy.

Oh, I thought you were not a believer.

I am now.

You are very funny.

Thank you.

What is your last wish?

Tell me your story.

My story?

Yes, please.

I want to know everything about you.

This is your last wish, to listen to a story from an old man?

I'm dying to.

You're dying to.

It is very funny.

Let's grant it then.

Lower him down.

Lower him down.

Life is nothing but a long hard road, my friend.

Death is a privilege that God grants you and denies me.

And yet I was one of His most faithful servants.

What happened?

He took my wife, my Princess, the love of my life.

Leave me alone.

Since then, I've lived on waiting for her return.

How long exactly?

Four hundred years.

That's pretty long.

But how can you be sure she'll come back?

Sometimes pure souls can be reincarnated.

And my beloved was the purest of them all.

Forgive me, but I presume you don't know when, where, or how.

Precisely.

That doesn't seem like a very good deal.

Had I known...

sooner, young man, I would have hired you as my lawyer.

You've been looking for all this time.

The task has not been easy.

The Black Death spread all over Europe for centuries.

Nearly two hundred million souls were decimated, half of them women.

This made my research all the more difficult because all the

remaining women were gathered in holy places where I was not welcome.

I was so lonely that I began to envy the unfortunates that Death claimed.

Living without love is the worst disease of all, my friend.

It is like a fine, incessant rain that gradually eats away at your bones,

turning you into a formless sponge unable to stand upright.

And then, after a while, no matter how strong your love is, you lose your faith.

And yet, they say that hope is the spice of life.

In my case, I would prefer death.

Hope kills me.

But all this was of no use because God denied me the right to die.

Over time, all desire disappears.

Even the desire to end one's life.

All you are left with is...

an odorless, charmless melancholy.

And the hope that I would find her one day.

But I couldn't visit every castle, house, and hamlet.

So, if I couldn't go to her, I had to find a way for her to come to me.

How?

Poison?

Now, look at this. Who is being dramatic?

It is a fragrance that I developed for over a century.

I visited the great city of Baghdad, known for its magical gardens of a thousand flowers.

Then I continued my journey to Kannauj in India, where I

learned to capture the souls of the most sensitive flowers.

But it was only back in Europe that my research came to fruition.

First, through the colorful fields of Grasse in France, where

some flowers have intoxicated our imaginations for centuries.

And then finally, in the heart of Italy, in the magnificent city

of Florence, which was at the time the capital of all perfumes.

Sir, I think this is it.

The color is quite pleasant.

Oh, never mind the color, the scent is divine and the effect guaranteed.

We shall see.

Perhaps it's wiser to try it outside?

No, this seems to be the ideal place.

Oh, Mamma Mia.

This perfume was highly effective, more powerful than I could have ever imagined.

I have to admit, this period was not the most unpleasant.

Indeed.

And then, after visiting every court in Europe, I ended

my journey with the famous French court of Versailles.

The King at the time, Louis, whose number I forget...

This little buttercup had the bright idea to bring together all

the nobles and artists of his kingdom to keep a closer eye on them.

There is no doubt in my mind that if Elisabeta had returned, she would be here.

I had never been so close to finding her.

In my heart, I was as excited as when I began.

Elisabeta?

No, I'm not Elisabeta.

I'm Isabelle de Touraine, but I'll change my name if you insist.

But my task seemed impossible and only seemed hopeless to me.

All that effort and time and money spent only served

the altar of debauchery and artifice which left no place for love.

It was now time for me to entrust the task of finding my Elisabeta to others.

How many did you bite?

It doesn't matter.

Because in the end, my associates were as unlucky as I was.

So I returned to my Elisabeta.

And since then, I have rarely left this castle, with the deluded

hope that one day my disciples will finally find my beloved.

Sir, you seem to know what you're talking about when it comes to love.

I do.

And you have to spare me, please.

I do have a beloved and you'll separate us forever.

In whose name?

God.

No.

In the name of love.

Are you married?

I proposed to her just before I left.

And she accepted?

Yes, she did.

We are to be wed as soon as I return.

That is unfortunate.

If you kill me, she'll die of grief.

I know it.

What does she look like?

The locket, there, around my neck.

Inside is a photograph.

My prince...

Elisa...beta?

No, Mina...

Mina?

This woman is mine, young man.

But I will spare your life for finding her for me.

Keep him prisoner.

Everyone, come down!

Come down from there!

Fill this vial!

Fill it!

My horses!

Prepare my horses!

I need to clean. I need to be beautiful!

I need blood!

Lots of fresh blood!

Elisabeta...

I found you.

This is a portrait of the woman now.

A Prince is searching for her in the great city of Paris.

He's been looking for his beloved for more than four hundred years.

We've been tracking him for just as long.

But the resolution of his endless wait is about

to happen now, right here in the heart of Paris.

She is left-handed?

Yeah.

Good observation.

This book contains all observations my congregation has compiled over the centuries.

You speak German?

No.

Well, let me read you a little piece.

It is likely that these creatures are the way they are as

a result of a divine curse, "göttlich verflucht" in German.

If God can give life, then consequently He can also give death.

But He can refuse in cases of great offense or blasphemy.

Then the offender will be condemned to wander the earth for all time.

But even more interesting, God can forgive the offender.

However, in the event of true repentance, death

will be granted and the curse will be lifted.

This means if we succeed in destroying the demon, all

those whom he's bitten will be freed from the curse.

And suppose, when you manage to find this demon, how do you intend to get rid of it?

That's the easy part.

You'll drive a stake through his heart with a hammer and cut off his head.

Wonderful.

In another book, it's mentioned that cloves of garlic will cause it to flee.

I doubt this method is effective.

Yet more within my grasp.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

First, we have to find this woman because she's the only one who can lead us to him.

Strange.

What?

The young woman, the portrait.

Yes, what about her?

She bears a striking resemblance to the young woman

you asked me to keep waiting in the next room.

Madame?

Are you Dr. Dumont?

Indeed.

How can I help you?

I'm a friend of Maria Dumont-Bello.

I learned that she's under your care and I came to inquire as to her condition.

Of course.

To whom do I have the honor?

Mina.

Mina Murray.

I was at Maria's wedding when the tragedy occurred.

You knew her well?

Knew?

Oh.

No, no, no, please, please.

My apologies.

No, no, she's very well.

I mean, her condition is stable.

Sorry.

Praise be to God.

Indeed, my child.

Would you mind if we ask you a few questions?

It could help her recover.

Yes, of course.

Are you related?

No, not at all.

I'm not from here.

Can you tell us about your relationship, her behavior?

I met Maria a few days ago at a tea party her future husband organized.

Henry.

When she saw me, she...

She took me under her wing.

She never really let me go.

Look at her!

It was as if she could sense that I didn't really belong.

She took me into her room and we talked.

We laughed a lot.

It was so nice.

What did you talk about?

She could talk about anything.

She was...

She was particularly fond of...

Discussing love.

To the point of making me uncomfortable.

But she was so excited.

About what exactly?

About everything.

And then suddenly she just...

She tore herself apart.

Why did you attend the wedding?

I... I accompanied my fiancé.

Who knows everyone, it seems.

He's from a very respected family, I suppose.

You suppose?

Yes, I do.

I don't know.

Get some water, please.

My dear child, you have before you a doctor and a

priest, both bound by the strictest confidentiality.

You can express yourself without fear.

To tell you the truth, this wedding has upset me.

Like a bad premonition.

My engagement happened so quickly.

I don't...

I don't know if...

If you love him?

I do, of course.

He's wonderful.

Any young woman would be delighted by such a match.

But you're not any young woman.

I can't help but feel like I... as if I...

As if?

As if I don't belong in this time.

I apologize.

You must think me incredibly naive and I'm boring you with my problems.

I...

Absolutely not.

Quite the contrary.

Could you write down your address, please?

Of course.

I'm staying at a boarding house until Jonathan returns.

You're left-handed.

Yes.

I've often been advised to become right-handed.

Don't change a thing.

It's very charming.

Oh.

Thank you for your visit.

Thank you for seeing me.

I'll go now to the hospital chapel and pray for her.

Excellent idea, my child.

Good day.

What is it, my son?

I have no shelter and have not eaten for centuries.

I am cold as well.

I will take him to the chapel.

Please come in.

Come in.

Thank you for the invitation.

Don't move.

I'll get you a hot bowl of soup.

You are too kind.

Who are you?

Count Dracula at your service.

Thank you for the soup, but I require something richer.

Don't worry.

You won't catch fire.

Your evil spells have no effect in the house of God.

Oh, really?

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Evil Spirit.

Come, my sisters.

Look what God has made of you.

Hearts of stone and tormented bodies suffocating under their own thick tissue.

Let me free you from this prison.

Come on!

Master!

Good evening.

The hospital is closed.

I found her, Master!

I found her!

You've done very well.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

You deserve a reward.

Come, come, litte boy.

Come closer.

Here you are.

Sorry for disturbing you, Father, but Dr. Dumont needs you immediately.

Coming, coming.

- If this patient's disappearance could remain a secret

between us, at least for a while- - You can count on me.

Here.

Monsieur.

He lost a lot of blood.

I was thinking of giving a transfusion.

I'm sure he would have loved that.

Oh, yes, of course.

Sorry.

He uses a pleasant perfume.

I never noticed.

How could she have escaped with all the chains?

There was an outside accomplice.

A man?

He was seen wandering the hospital.

Is there a description?

Thirties, elegant and well-dressed, blue eyes, tall and upright.

Mina's in danger.

We must warn her.

Are you cold, my child?

No.

I've always loved the spectacle of fire.

Expecting visitors?

No.

I'll see what it's about.

Maria?

But you're cured?

Indeed I am.

Oh, it's a miracle.

I'm so...

I'm so relieved.

Don't worry.

The evil is gone as quickly as it came.

Let's not speak of it anymore.

It's not your feeling?

In tip-top shape and ready to celebrate my return in grand style.

Dr. Dumont let you go?

I have so much energy today, I don't think he could have stopped me.

And your fiancé?

In Scotland.

Oh, oh, look what I have.

Put your hat on, we'll go together.

Where?

Three front row tickets for today's celebration.

You're welcome.

Three?

Oh yes, my friend.

The one I've been telling you about is in town and he's dying to meet you.

Quickly, go change.

Go change.

Bonjour!

Where are you taking me?

Un Grand Hotel!

They serve wonderful hot chocolates here.

You have to try it.

Good afternoon.

Where have you been?

Well, I know my friend is very beautiful, but I'm a bit offended.

Forgive me.

Your beauty brings light to this place filled with dark suits and top hats.

Very true.

Madame, it is an honor and a pleasure to see you again.

Have we met before?

In a dream, perhaps.

I have this strange feeling that we have known each other for a long time.

That's very romantic.

Terribly.

Excuse me.

I seem to have lost my mind and my manners.

Vlad III, Prince of Wallachia.

Count Dracula.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Maria?

You promised me hot chocolate.

Yes.

But first we're going to have a little fun.

Sorry.

Sorry!

One, two, three...

Let's go.

Mademoiselles, one, two three!

Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo!

All right, let's go! Look at that!

Good evening!

Oh my God, it's so beautiful!

Look at that.

That lady with a beard.

Beautiful.

Mina!

See, Mina? It's beautiful.

Ladies and gentlemen, a little quiet please.

I'm going to feed the beast.

She's beautiful.

Oh, this is scaring me.

- No, no, no. - Let's go!

Maria?

Maria!

This way.

This girl wants to shoot!

Bravo, Mina!

I took the liberty to have libations prepared while we wait for tonight's show.

Excellent.

Maria, it's not really proper to visit the room of a man we only just met.

Don't worry, I won't let go of your arm.

Ta-da.

What do you think?

It's wonderful.

I don't know about you, but I'm starving.

I'm exhausted.

All right, all right.

Oh, you sit here, Princess, and I'll bring you a hot chocolate.

Thank you for accepting my invitation.

Your apartment is fit for a King.

I'm just a Prince.

Sorry.

Do you live in Paris?

No.

Further north, in the country, where life is quieter.

Do you like the quiet?

Not at all.

I love nature.

The birds, the trees, and the winds that make them sing.

May I ask where you live?

My family home is an old castle at the foot of the Carpathian Mountains in Romania.

There I know only winter and loneliness.

I love winter.

With its harsh landscapes.

My parents dream of Andalusia.

Perhaps the memory of another, older life.

I suppose so.

May I show you something?

Yes.

It's beautiful.

What is it?

It is a music box.

Many people think it was invented in the 18th century by the Swiss,

but I found this one at a merchant's table in Constantinople.

It dates from the 15th century.

Remarkable.

And I gave it to my wife as a gift.

You're married?

Widowed...

Forgive me.

You're forgiven.

And it still works?

Of course.

Do you know this melody?

It seems so familiar.

It traces my memory.

I don't know from where, when.

Keep searching.

In your heart, in your skin, in your soul, in your soul...

Do you feel me, Elisabeta?

What kind of spell are you putting on me?

None, Mina.

I'm only haunted by the memory of my wife, my one and only

love, and you look so much like her that it troubles me.

Her name was Elisabeta.

And when she wanted me, she used to play this little tune that echoed through the castle.

It was my signal to run to her.

This is all very touching.

I am Mina.

Mina Murray.

And I am getting married in a few weeks' time.

Yes, of course.

Forgive me for bothering you with my stories.

These are old pains that your presence has brought back to life.

I sincerely apologize for this.

Please.

Sir, I cannot accept this.

It's far too precious.

A gift can never be refused.

And maybe this melody brings back some memories.

Mina, come!

It's gonna start in ten seconds.

Come here, let's go!

Three, two, one!

Oh my God!

It's here.

Thank you for a wonderful evening.

It has been an eternity since I have known such...

Happiness.

Has the word become unfamiliar to you?

My wife took it with her.

Good night then.

Oh.

Good night.

Jonathan? Jonathan!

What has happened to you?

I thought I would never see you again.

Please, please.

It's better he rests.

He's worn out.

What's happened to him?

- Mina? - Father...

Do you know where he went?

No, not exactly.

To a castle where he was held prisoner and from which he was

miraculously able to escape at the risk of his very life.

And do you know who owns this castle?

No.

Maria's very good friend, Count Dracula, the one who's infected her and many others.

What?

No. You...

You must be mistaken. The Count...

The Count is charming and...

You've met him.

Yes, the Count.

He's an absolute gentleman.

He even walked me to my door.

He's...

I don't understand.

How did he find you?

I don't know.

It all happened so quickly.

Maria came here when she told me you had released her.

Maria escaped, knocking out three guards in the

process and drained most of the blood from a clerk.

What? I...

I... I don't believe it.

You.

Take a seat.

Calm yourself.

Because what I'm about to tell you will be

difficult to hear and even more so to understand.

That man is a hematophagous.

He feeds exclusively on fresh blood, human blood mostly.

He's a vampire.

Yes, he is.

He bites his victims usually in the neck and sucks their blood until they're dead.

Some of them are, so to say, spared, but they become vampires themselves.

Oh my God.

Maria is one of them.

I need to make sure that you're not as well.

Maria...Of course not.

He never touched or disrespected me and behaved like a perfect gentleman.

He uses a perfume to seduce his victims, a kind of elixir

that annihilates all will and removes all inhibition.

So you may be under his spell and not even know it.

How awful.

- Yeah, indeed. - I...

But it's easy to verify.

May I see your neck, please?

All is well.

It's a miracle, really.

Please.

Please.

This way.

Good evening, sir.

Father...

- Easy. - Quiet, please.

We have guests who are sleeping.

Yes, I'm sorry.

What are you doing?

Don't take another step or I'll scream!

Mina, don't be afraid.

I mean you no harm.

Yes?

Miss, I seem to remember being perfectly clear about the rules of the house, which include no music at 8 PM. And it's past midnight.

Please forgive me.

I hadn't noticed the time.

Good.

Now, Sir, if you are the gentleman you claim to be, you will leave this room immediately.

I understand.

My regards.

No, no, that way.

Go the way you came.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

You cannot jump.

It's much too high.

Mina, I've waited almost four hundred years to see you again.

So if you want me to leave, I can.

Yes.

Now, leave.

No!

I forbid you from killing yourself under my window.

So you'd like me to die further away?

Yes.

No.

Yes.

Just get off the balcony immediately!

You've lied.

Not even once.

You used charms to seduce me like you do to all your victims.

You're right.

It is a perfume, but I never used it with you.

I'm told you drink the blood of your victims.

It's true, but you are not my victim.

You are my beloved.

Quiet.

My one and only true love.

Who are you to talk to me like that?

I am damned, Mina.

I am a dead man condemned by God's will to live.

Why would God do such a thing?

Because He took you from me.

So I cursed Him and abandoned Him.

Contrary to popular belief,

I don't like blood.

But even if yours has a delicious taste to it...

without it, I would only be a repulsive old man and you'd hardly look at....

These are all just words.

Charming words meant to deceive me.

You're right.

Sometimes words can deceive you.

Take my hands.

They never lie.

They will tell you the truth about me, but also about you, about who you really are.

And they will tell you how much they've enjoyed

caressing your face and your neck and your hips too.

You remember the last thing you said to me?

You said, "Take care ofyourself, my Prince, my King..."

My life...

Because I cannot survive without you.

Oh, my love...

I've missed you so much...

And I've missed you.

I want to be with you forever.

Take me.

I cannot.

Why?

Take me.

I want you to take me.

Now!

You have your whole life ahead of you.

And I only offer death.

I want to be your flesh and your blood.

Please.

Please, my husband.

Please.

My love...

My love...

Dumont?

Yes.

That smell?

It's the same as in the hospital.

Same perfume.

He's here.

Oh my God.

They left.

But where?

There's only one place.

It appears Mina's gone missing.

With him?

I'm afraid so.

This man is the devil.

He must be stopped as soon as possible.

Precisely.

But do you think you'll be able to guide us to his castle in Romania?

Yes.

Father, we can't just go like that without any preparation, without any help.

I think I know someone who could help us.

Henry William, my love!

So you missed me?

Of course, my darling.

I pray for you every day, but what happened?

Is this a miracle?

It is.

God heard your prayers and here I am completely healed

and ready to love you for the rest of your life.

Henry, I was going mad without you.

When you were discharged from the hospital, I asked them to let me know.

I know, I know.

I left barely an hour ago and came straight here.

Are you completely cured?

Of course.

Don't bore me with your questions.

Aren't you excited to see me?

Of course.

Oh, Henry, I missed your arms and these beautiful hands.

And your lips!

Especially your neck!

Maria!

How dare you.

Jesus!

Jesus, what did you do?

Don't worry, don't worry.

There is an explanation.

We can explain everything.

Oh no, my God.

What have you done?

Look what you've done.

Oh, it's all over the carpet!

What have you done!

My darling...

Shut up!

My darling.

Help!

Maria.

Don't.

Don't.

No, no!

Welcome home.

My friends, Princess Elisabeta has returned.

Let me talk to them.

I won't be long.

Master.

They are already on your trail and will find you soon.

I think it is time for you to leave.

Thank you for your concern.

But we are finally at home.

There is nowhere else to be.

Take this.

I don't think I will need your services anymore.

Go in peace now.

Elisabeta.

My Prince.

Do you think God will forgive us for loving each other so much?

God is love.

He understands.

And if He doesn't, He can go to hell.

They will know what it is to wake the Dragon.

Stay here.

Over there.

That's where he sleeps in his coffin.

Coffin?

That's the last place I want to sleep.

We all will one day.

Soldiers!

That's him.

He's inside.

Soldiers!

You won't kill him that way.

Leave it to us, Father.

He won't get away this time.

Fire!

I've told you I'd spare your life.

Don't make me go back on my word.

So you are the priest who has chased my people for so many years.

Yes.

But rest assured, I didn't come to fight you.

Nor I. I fight God.

I'm not interested in His servants.

No...

You're not fighting God, my son.

You're fighting yourself.

No, no, no.

I fought and I killed in His name.

We live and we breathe in His name.

Why would He want us to destroy His creation?

Man kills in his own name, and you're doing it again.

That is all just very fine words.

God sent you here to kill me.

God sent me here to save you.

So God wants to save me now?

After He denied me the right to die for centuries.

But this is not a punishment.

This is an opportunity.

Repent, Dracula, for your salvation.

She is my salvation.

But you are her damnation.

I need a little bit more time.

Open the door!

Elisabeta!

Elisabeta, the curse will disappear if I do.

And you will regain your freedom.

But you are my freedom.

You are my freedom, my love.

Where you go, I go.

Dracula?

You believe you love her, but you expect her to sacrifice her life for you.

Don't.

Please, don't go.

Stay.

Your soul still belongs to God.

If you truly love her, let her return to life and you return to God.

My love...

Dracula!

No! No!

Open the door!

Open the door, please, my love!

Four hundred years ago, I asked a priest that God spare my wife.

He did not.

Please!

Can He hear my prayer this time?

Whether He hears you or not...

Only you can change destiny, my son.

Save her, then you'll be in peace for eternity.

My love...

Let it be...

Please don't leave me.

Hurry up before I change my mind.

[Prayer]

Please!

In the name of the Father,

and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Cease fire!

Amen.

Why are you doing this to me, my love?

Because I love you.

I love you too.

Mina?

The spell is broken.

Excellent...Excellent...

Everything's fine now.

Good.

Thank you.

Auf Wiedersehen.

Yes, yes...