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The old lineage of the Draculas was nearing extinction.

In those times, the Draculas were already considered

strange beings, to whom the locals attributed dark powers

that were beyond belief.

I inherited that feared name,

and thanks to me,

the world still respects and fears vampires today.

The old Count made that possible by bringing home his granddaughter,

who had been raised away from our family.

Her name was Berta.

- I fell asleep. - Yes, for almost half an hour.

I don't know how this racket didn't wake you earlier.

It's terrible. I fall asleep all the time without realizing.

It's probably the pregnancy.

When will you feel it?

I guess it will start kicking soon.

Don't be silly! It's only the fourth month.

Come on! Go on, horse!

- We'll stop here. - Here, in the middle of the woods?

Why, Hans? Tell that man he can't do that!

The horses don't want to go on.

So you're just leaving us here?

We paid to get to Bistrita.

We can't carry all the luggage. You have to keep going.

Sure, sure. Tell that to the horses.

There's an inn not far from here.

I'll help you get there with your luggage.

It's the devil. The devil is ringing the bell.

My horses think it's the devil, but you know it's just the wind.

Help me with this.

Is there a place to sleep here?

Sleep here? I paid for a trip to the hotel.

My wife is in a state that requires the best care.

Well, if you want to sleep in Bistrita, you'll have to walk there.

My horses won't leave on a night like this.

The forest is filled with lamias.

You're a Vlach. A stupid Vlach.

Don't mind him, he's crazy.

But he'll make room for us here.

Tomorrow morning, I'll take you to the hotel, with new horses.

What are lamias?

And why the devil?

Who else could make us hear the bell from the cemetery?

How do you know if it's the bell from the cemetery?

Or from a church? Or from a convent?

Or from any other place in Bistrita?

You Vlachs are all crazy.

Because of them, this place is uncivilized.

They're no better than my horses.

You see, sir, they all want the unification of Magyars,

but how can such different lineages mix?

Each with their legends.

Romanians, Hungarians, Moldavians, Gypsies...

Transylvania is a wasps nest.

Stop telling stories and take my horses to the stable.

Oh, and bring us some wine. Strong wine.

And the... what did you say? The lamias?

Who are the lamias?

They're very beautiful, ma'am, like you.

But they're evil.

The driver is right, Berta.

It's all just ridiculous superstition.

Why don't we walk to the hotel?

It's just a forest, anyway.

Could you send us our luggage tomorrow?

Whatever you want, sir.

But the bell you hear ringing

is from the cemetery of Vlad Tepee' castle.

Vlad Tepee' cemetery is inhabited only by the dead,

and it's ten miles from here.

Tell me, then,

who if not the devil can ring that bell

and make it heard so far away?

It's a warning.

Today, the forest is possessed by evil.

They warned us. This is crazy, Hans.

Who cares if we reach Bistrita a little later?

My grandfather isn't expecting us on a specific day.

Please, Berta, control yourself. We're civilized.

We're not going to sleep among horses

just because a superstitious peasant talks about devils and witches.

- The lamias are witches? - Something like that, I guess.

Come on, Berta, let's walk.

If we keep up our pace, we'll soon be at the hotel.

I feel as if someone grabbed me and is holding me back.

There's no path here.

Let's go back, Hans.

These forests are filled with Russian hawthorns.

They say their seeds came in the manes of Muscovite horses.

I don't want to go on. Your explanations aren't enough.

Come on, Berta. I'm with you.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Get out! Get out!

Stop snooping!

As if you've never seen a pretty girl on her back!

Leave! Leave!

Haven't you called the doctor? This girl is anemic.

She's lost a lot of blood.

Didn't you see her wounds, Mother Petruscu?

Don't call me mother.

I'd rather have died a virgin than have a son like you!

And what can you see with your one eye?

I saw wounds on her neck and other parts that I don't mention

because I don't want to be called nosey!

It must have been terrible to find her like this in the woods.

Did some animal attack her?

It's all their fault.

They tempt men shamelessly.

Sin attracts violence!

You never know what beasts lurk in the woods.

She must have been attacked. She's still in shock.

Who brought her here?

Can you tell us how you found her?

It seems as if she was attacked.

Some sex maniac, perhaps.

We'll have to alert the authorities.

My wife saw her first,

but I'd prefer if you didn't question her right now.

She's very upset and she's not feeling well.

That experience in the woods must have been horrible.

You should lay down.

Let Mother Petruscu take care of you.

Your grandmother was the noblest lady around here.

Really?

Not everybody in the castle was like her.

After your grandmother died,

they started to behave strangely.

And that woman that came from so far away...

Okay, okay. God has surely forgiven them.

Nobody taught you to respect the law?

- Who called me? - Those people.

Sheriff, there you have it. Lust is laying on that table!

Satan will take us all

if we don't do penance for our sins

and if we don't abstain from pleasures of the flesh.

But... but this woman isn't dead!

The living need the law too, Sheriff.

This woman was attacked in a strange way.

- I see. - And with terrible cruelty.

I would say she was slowly drained of blood.

But here? In the hotel?

No, no. It was in the woods.

In the woods? It probably was an animal.

And who are you?

- I don't know him. - The gentleman is not from Bistrita.

He's visiting.

And I don't think any animal could have chosen

to place the wounds so carefully.

If you already know what happened- who attacked her and why-

File your report through the normal channels.

But if you need my help, I'll be the one who says-

Have you read the book of Revelation?

Sin will lead us to confusion,

and everything will be horror, blood, and fire!

Watch him, Sheriff!

He sells prayer books on the roads and is always bothering the girls!

We'll have to exterminate the beast

so there can be peace among the Lord's children.

You know, crazies like him might bite a woman.

And you, sir? What do you think?

I don't know. I don't know this region or your customs,

but I guess there must be an explanation.

If someone takes responsibility for this girl,

we'll have to give her a transfusion.

And feed her chopped liver.

Raw.

Berta?

Berta?

Yes?

Are you asleep?

This room is a little damp.

I hope your famous castle is full of big fireplaces.

- Were you sleeping? - No.

That girl's story is so weird.

The doctor said her wounds are strange

and that she lost a lot of blood.

- Berta. - What?

Were you scared?

Yes, a little.

Well, I admit I was also scared.

No!

Mother Petruscu!

What is it?

Where's the girl?

Mother Petruscu, I fell asleep, and she wasn't here when I woke up.

If the girl left, it was because she wanted to.

None of us knew her, what do we care?

You're all irresponsible brutes!

That girl was in no condition to go wandering off.

She was brought to my house,

so I was obliged to take care of her!

What do you think, Doctor?

A patient that escapes from her doctor.

She probably got scared because of the blood.

Who knows, Mother Petruscu.

Maybe she liked her illness.

Well... if she left, it's her choice.

Poor little dove.

But we can't watch her all night

if she wants to go looking for danger.

You see, sir?

You bring her to us, but she doesn't like it here.

You, girl. Take the gentleman to his room.

Sir...

if your wife didn't wake up, don't tell her about this.

Her homecoming should be peaceful and sweet

just like her childhood in the castle.

Don't worry.

Are you going to Vlad Castle?

Are you part of the same family?

You truly belong to the same bloodline.

Bring fresh bread.

The lady wants fruit.

Mr. Hans prefers an alcoholic beverage.

Hurry up, Sergei!

Where is Stilla?

She's a princess. She must be sleeping.

- Did you sleep well? - Yes.

It's a beautiful day.

You should keep up your strength,

with milk, bread, honey, and some stimulant.

I'll look for a plum liquor that I've had for many years.

Miss Berta, I presume.

I knew you were from the castle.

I'm here to take you home, Miss.

You and your husband.

I'm Gabor. I'm the administrator.

I came to the castle after you left.

How's Grandpa?

The Count is well.

He wants to see you badly,

as do Miss Irina and Miss Xenia.

It's been a while since they've been with someone their own age.

They didn't marry?

Well, they're still young. They have time.

Mr. Gert and Mrs. Gastrop haven't forgotten you either.

They're still alive?

Hans...

this gentleman is my grandfather's administrator.

My husband. Gabor.

He'll take us to the castle.

I'll wait for you to finish your breakfast.

We'll finish right away.

We can leave now, right?

Okay.

Do you have the bill ready?

We're leaving now.

Take me to the coach. I want to see it.

Does it have our coat of arms?

I hope she's always as happy as when she was little.

Here. I'm sure our luggage will get here today.

That should cover our transportation to the castle.

To the castle? Forget it, sir.

The mountain is very steep,

and that area has a bad reputation.

Your butler can come and get the luggage.

Are you going to let that girl sleep all morning?

Get up now, you damned sleepyhead!

Hey! It's time to get up!

Stilla!

All this will belong to the next Count.

We'll go to the cemetery first.

I want to see grandmother's grave.

It's the first one on the left.

Felicia Castelnuovo de Tepee.

In memoriam.

She wished and knew how to be silent.

Ivor Vlad de Tepee.

Count Dracula!

That's Grandpa!

Irina!

Xenia!

Hans.

Gabor, what does this mean?

Don't worry, Miss.

Let's hurry. Your family is waiting for you.

Your grandfather is anxious to see you.

Well, we're finally here.

Isn't Grandpa home?

Follow me.

Where's Grandpa? And my cousins?

I was told to take you to your quarters.

But I want to see them.

Please.

Come on, Berta.

You'll see them later, Miss.

Will you tell my grandfather that we're here?

Don't worry, you'll see him soon.

Not bad, huh?

Listen!

- What? - Be quiet! Shh!

I don't hear anything.

I thought I heard someone crying.

- Crying? - Yes, crying.

Okay, Berta. Come here.

What? Do you like it?

And our luggage, Hans? What are we supposed to do?

Hans, what do we do?

Gabor will go and get it. What are you worried about?

It's just that... I don't like what's happening.

What do you mean?

I don't know.

I was expecting a different welcome.

Maybe they're preparing a surprise for you.

It's true that Gabor is a little weird,

but he's very nice and thoughtful.

You'll see, your family will show up soon.

They're probably out.

Or maybe they're still in bed.

We should ask Gabor for a mirror.

I'm going to look for him.

We need our luggage, and I want a mirror.

I don't understand why Gert isn't here.

- Who? - The old servant.

I'll get somebody.

Mrs. Gastrop!

Mrs. Gastrop!

Mrs. Gastrop!

Are you there, Mrs. Gastrop?

What are you doing here?

Why are you up here?

Where's Mrs. Gastrop?

And Gert? And who's bringing our luggage?

I was about to leave.

You don't have to worry. I'll take care of you.

Lunch is served, and your husband is waiting for you.

Look. Now, this is a nice surprise.

I'm starving.

So, it's just the two of us for lunch?

Apparently. There's nobody in the kitchen.

The whole place seems empty.

And we won't see them at dinnertime either?

The rooms are locked.

There are no servants.

- Let's eat. - All right.

The food looks good, doesn't it?

Did you see this beef?

And this wine?

It's undrinkable!

Horrible.

It doesn't stink.

But it tastes terrible. Give me some water.

I found the mirror, you know.

I was going to tell you when Gabor called me for lunch.

It wasn't broken.

They had just taken it down.

Do you want beef?

No, I don't want any.

Aren't you going to eat?

No, the beef is too rare. I'll have fruit.

I don't like beef.

It must be the pregnancy, right?

Hans?

Yes, dear?

What?

I don't know. Are you okay?

Okay?

Yes, I see you eating and behaving as if nothing happened.

You don't seem worried.

Why should I be worried?

Those graves from the cemetery.

The cemetery?

What about them? Are you talking about that bell?

I'm talking about the headstones for Grandpa and my cousins,

as if they were buried there.

He wrote you, didn't he?

And that man, the administrator.

He talked about them as if- I mean...

He didn't say they were dead.

That's what's disturbing, don't you understand?

There must be an explanation. Though it is strange.

It's inexplicable.

It just seems gloomy, that's all.

They probably have their graves ready for when their time comes.

In a way, it's practical.

Although... a bit unpleasant.

Berta!

Hans.

Do you want to go outside?

We could take a walk.

You'll see, they'll show up soon.

Maybe we can open it.

Gabor could have left it unlocked.

Berta.

Wake up.

Hans.

You slept a long time.

Let's go, Hans.

Let's get out of here.

Don't be silly.

Come on, they're waiting for us.

Get up.

Come on, it's okay.

You should get ready.

We have to go down for dinner.

Everybody is waiting for you.

Everybody?

Yes, in the dining room.

Good evening.

Berta.

My dear Berta. The girl that left.

Berta.

You've never met Munia.

She's my wife.

Munia, this is my granddaughter.

She's even more beautiful than you said.

Your hands are freezing!

Let's sit down. Don't overwhelm her.

Berta, this is your place.

Hans, you sit here.

Berta, you have to tell us everything.

- How's London? - And how's your house?

Is it like the castle?

Oh, no. It's a bit smaller.

Is it true that you're going to have a baby?

- Yes. - In five months.

Five months!

Okay, okay, there will be time to talk.

Leave us, Mrs. Gastrop.

Can you feel the baby move?

No, not yet.

I wonder how it is now?

When will it start to move?

Come, now, leave your cousin alone.

What's it like to have a living human being inside you?

The baby doesn't do anything yet.

He grows inside the mother...

and feeds on her blood.

Gert, please. You haven't served wine to the lady.

No, thank you. I'll just have water.

Because of the pregnancy?

I don't think it will disagree with you.

- No, not at all. - No, it's not that.

You never drink?

We have to celebrate your arrival.

Come on, Berta. Just for tonight.

I'd like to toast to our reunion.

And especially to you, our kind hostess.

I think the toasts should be made at the end.

Let's toast to the heir.

The future Count Dracula.

And to his mother, without whom he'd never exist.

Well! And you'd leave me out?

He's as important as Berta.

We'll toast to him.

Thanks, Irina. Thanks, Xenia.

This is an extraordinary wine.

You like it?

You can only get it in this county.

We have a good reserve.

The cellar is full.

Berta, you still haven't tried it.

Drink. Let's hear your opinion.

Gert, you may serve the beef.

No, please. I'll go with her.

Excuse her. It must be the pregnancy.

She barely ate this morning.

The sight of the meat made her sick.

We have to take care of her.

I left her in her room.

She insisted on lying down, but she didn't seem sick.

Let her drink whatever she wants.

You're very kind.

The heir to the title is inside her.

It doesn't surprise me that you were scared.

Those graves you saw...

and then us.

All of us.

Who told you I was scared?

In fact, those graves are our family's destiny.

We suffer from a unique illness,

and doctors are no help.

But they all agree that we're fatally infected...

by fear.

By sadness.

Did you notice the lack of color in our faces, Berta?

Our skin is like old parchment,

without the vigor of healthy human faces.

We Draculas are pale,

melancholic,

misanthropic.

And that loneliness

is reflected in the color of our faces.

Vlad Dracula,

Voivode and Lord of Wallachia.

The most feared leader in Transylvania.

He was called "The Impaler!

because he used to impale his enemies.

There are more than 100,000 deaths attributed to his reign.

But the family's book only talks about our reign in this life.

It doesn't mention our activities...

in the next.

Your son, Berta...

Your son will be the heir of the Dracula title.

Our existence is exhausting.

Risky.

And that future grandson

comes to replace his tired ancestors

in the eternal melancholy that we suffer.

Hans.

Hans.

- Gabor! Is this the luggage? - Yes.

Berta's luggage! I want to see it.

No, I have to take it to the Countess' bedroom.

- We'll help you, but... - We want to see it.

We want to see it first.

She asked me to bring it.

- Gabor, wait. - Come on, ladies!

- Be reasonable! - Gabor, please.

- Stop it! - It's open.

Gabor, don't be silly!

Miss Irina, you're out of line. Stop it!

What are you doing? Look!

- We won't do anything bad. - Stop it!

- Look at this dress. - This one!

Come here right now! That's not yours!

Leave Miss Berta's clothes alone or I'll tell the madam.

This is outrageous! You made a mess.

It wasn't packed that way.

Of course not! Look at what you did!

- It has to be folded. - We know how to do it.

Don't move, or I'll call the Count!

"I saw a woman sit upon a beast,

full of words of blasphemy,

having seven heads and ten horns.

And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet color,

and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls,

having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations.

And upon her forehead was a name written...

Mystery.

And I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the martyrs.

Who's there?

I can guess who it is, since you hide that way.

I'm not afraid of you,

even if you have a word engraved on your forehead,

and even if you have more than one head.

Two of you!

I doubt you're up to anything good out here.

No, sir.

My sister Irina and I were lost in the woods.

And we hid because we're afraid of strangers.

But from your prayers, we can tell you're a good man.

- So you're sisters? - Yes.

And I suppose you play pranks together.

My sister hurt her foot and we can't get home.

I can barely walk.

How can I feel sorry for you?

You're so often a cause of man's temptation and sin.

How could I show mercy?

You embody lust itself.

- What damnation! - But, sir...

You attack the man and provoke his fall...

with... with your deceptive...

We beg you.

Please.

With your deceitful charms.

Could you accompany us?

I beg you.

If you're truly in distress...

Would you be so kind?

Hans.

Who's there?

Hans!

Is that you?

Who is it?

Whoever you are, can you hear me?

I just want to know what happened to my husband.

Where is he?

Hans!

Hans!

Help me, please!

What's wrong?

I can't find my husband.

And the castle is empty.

There's no one! Like the first day.

The first day?

Hans has disappeared.

And there was blood in the forest.

And this shawl.

My luggage.

Do you know anything about this?

She was found in the forest completely drained of blood.

- Yes. I saw some Gypsies- - Shh!

Lower your voice! You said you saw some Gypsies?

Yes. They hid when they saw me.

Doctor, did something happen to my husband?

And may the eternal light guide you.

- What's wrong? - She saw something in the forest.

Bring a glass of liquor for the lady.

Do you know anything about this death?

There are some vagrants.

A man and a woman.

I saw them.

People don't do things like that.

Didn't you see the bites? This was done by beasts.

The shawl.

Two years ago, wolves came into town and killed two children.

It's not wolves.

Damned Gypsies! We need to cast them out of the region!

Who told you it was the Gypsies?

Why would they drink her blood?

Someone is guilty, and we have to take action.

Tell us everything you know, ma'am.

What's wrong, my girl?

The shawl.

- It was... it was- - Why did you flee the castle?

We have to capture those Gypsies right away.

First, we should make sure they're guilty of these crimes.

Doctor.

Doctor... I wonder if something happened to Hans.

Where are you taking me?

I came to warn you!

They'll be here soon. They'll ask questions!

Exactly.

And the quieter they find the castle, the better for everybody.

You'll spend the night

with the only member of the family you haven't met yet.

You have a visitor tonight, sir.

I hope you enjoy yourself.

Miss Berta, we were worried. Where were you?

The shawl.

But I myself put it in your luggage this morning, cleaned and ironed!

How is this possible?

Ask him about Hans. Have him tell you where he is.

Dear! What happened to you?

You had us worried.

Thank you, Doctor, for bringing her.

- Hans! - So, what happened?

Your wife is very upset.

There were some tragedies in town.

She was afraid for you,

and she couldn't come back by herself.

Afraid for me? Come on, my love.

We were all worried about your whereabouts.

Did you bring her in your coach?

No. A peasant brought us.

- I'll take you back to town, Doctor. - Thank you.

Will you come with me, Miss?

Your grandfather and the ladies are waiting for you.

You go with Gabor. I'll thank the doctor for his kindness.

Hans.

Please, Hans.

We have to leave.

Don't you see what's happening in this house?

Leave me alone!

Get out! Get out!

Hans.

Valerio!

Valerio!

You've done it again, Valerio, damn you!

Gabor, take her away!

Excuse me.

Now you see?

Could that thing ever inherit the title of the Draculas?

Only your son will be the preservation...

of our lonely species.

He was born that way-

Repulsive and ridiculous.

And that monstrosity that you saw,

that monster would have to be my heir.

Valerio is the result

of the excesses and degeneration of my ancestors.

But Berta's son will be strong,

healthy, powerful,

like the first Vlad, who commanded all Wallachia.

Goodnight, Hans.

There.

That's it.

My little girl needs her rest.

You must take care of yourself.

- In your state- - No!

Goodnight.

Why did you wait so long to call me to examine her?

Especially if she's as bad as you say.

Well, her illness doesn't seem to be in her body.

It's more in her mind.

Her illness is in her head.

Doctor.

Her weakness is caused by a loss of blood, of course.

It's very strange.

I examined her thoroughly,

and there isn't a sign of a single wound on her body.

You mean she hasn't lost blood?

It obviously isn't a case like the ones we had a few months ago.

There aren't any marks on her body. Nobody has attacked her.

Attacked her?

My granddaughter hasn't left the castle since that night.

You brought her yourself.

I'm sorry, but since the strange deaths of some people

and the disappearance of others,

they fear something mysterious is loose in Bistrita.

I had to stop a crowd that intended to search the forest

to capture two Gypsies that your granddaughter saw.

Superstitions?

Yes, superstitions.

But sometimes, you know, their vulgar obsessions-

What they usually call a legend or popular fantasy-

Has its hidden truth.

Sometimes.

I think in this country we're closer to the mystery of death.

I knew it from the moment I came to this forest.

Here, superstition can come alive.

You're not Transylvanian, Doctor?

No, I'm German.

Then you won't stop until you've solved the mystery.

His Lordship the Count has called me?

Prepare the coach to take the doctor.

I'm sorry, Your Excellency. I wish I had been more helpful.

You helped us more than you think.

One last question, Doctor.

Berta's current state...

won't harm her pregnancy?

I've seen no indication of that.

On the contrary, it's amazing how nature manages.

Right now, the child is the stronger one.

Watch out!

These aren't labor pains.

It's still too early for that.

Don't you see?

The child is biting her from inside.

My grandson is growing strong.

Pick that up and throw it outside.

Take Berta to her room.

Sir.

We must get rid of another body.

Take that garbage out of the castle!

Valerio killed that Gypsy, sir.

He's awaiting your punishment.

Leave Valerio to me.

Berta's son is alive.

Valerio's existence doesn't mean anything anymore.

Berta, what are you doing up?

Come on, Berta.

You mustn't tire yourself.

There's not much time left.

It'll be over in a few days.

I think she's almost ready.

- Because of her size. - And the dates.

It could happen any moment now, and...

let's hope it's at night.

He's dead!

Dead!

And the boy?

Where's your son?

Where is he?

He's dead.

I came back to life.

I had a long future ahead of me.

I would continue to feed on blood,

and my life would be eternal loneliness.

But the Dracula bloodline had been saved!