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I have some more material.

It seems you will have to identify and secure

the precise location of his death.

By which I mean the exact spot on the floor.

And tell Varney there is definitely evidence

of a transmission mirror in the possession of the court

at Targoviste.

I'm working to track down more information.

From Carmilla's private stock.

Now show me the map of hell you told me about,

or I'll tell her what you've been doing with her shoes.

Morning.

Evening.

Fuck!

You broke it.

Half these billets are bad.

Your vampire blacksmiths didn't follow my specifications.

A bad workman always blames his vampires.

Don't you have anything better to do?

Not right now.

Striga and Morana have been away for weeks,

surveying the territories to be annexed.

Carmilla is drawing maps.

It seems the time when diplomacy

was required for anything has passed.

Ah, so you're bored.

No. You're worried.

Shush.

Lenore, are they sidelining you?

They're not...

It's not like that.

Or, at least, they wouldn't think of it like that.

Our lives have entered a new phase.

Diplomacy, negotiations,

these are things of the past now.

Hmm. Which makes you a thing of the past,

and that is bothering you.

Look...

Carmilla's plan buys us security

for hundreds of years.

I'm a child of war, Hector.

I was born in a castle like this.

My parents died when English soldiers

climbed up the toilet chutes with knives in their teeth.

I'd seen enough war before I was five years old,

and life didn't get better after that.

But I will never be comfortable

with the idea that the best way to end war

is to kill most of the people and cage the rest.

Well, you are a diplomat.

Well, none of this will matter

if you don't make that bloody hammer.

Why can't you just wave your fingers like a wizard

to raise the dead, or whatever?

The forgemaster works through an instrument.

That may be the worst justification

for a man holding his penis that I've ever heard.

Oh, my God.

And I am 200 years old.

Look...

I am a forgemaster.

I didn't invent the name, all right?

That's just what they call us.

And the magic has to be focused through an instrument,

like breath being pushed through a flute.

This isn't getting any better.

I need the bloody hammer. Is that better?

So use a bloody hammer.

There must be a thousand bloody hammers around here.

No, it's got to be special.

Your special hammer.

Would you stop?

It has to be made from scratch,

in a very particular way,

or else it won't work.

Like a flute with no holes.

Right.

For fingering.

Would you stop?

So when you blow it, nothing comes out.

Good god, woman.

I'm bored, and it's fun to horrify you.

Indulge me.

And think of something to tell Carmilla.

She's getting very cross.

Oh, dear. How sad.

Never mind.

Seriously.

You've supposedly been making your magic hammer for weeks.

Couldn't you make something simpler?

A stick, or a coin, or something?

We all use different things.

Isaac used a knife.

A hammer works better for me.

Well, make it work faster.

If Carmilla loses her temper,

I won't be able to stand in front of you for long.

You'd stand in front of me?

I've been doing it for weeks.

Huh. Yes.

Yes, I suppose you have.

Well, thank you.

I'm working on it.

You know what I'm going to say.

Hmm.

Work faster.

Yes.

Yes, but it needs to be perfect,

or nothing will come out of the end.

Ugh, you're disgusting.

Has Hector made his fucking hammer yet?

He's still working on it.

He's stalling.

He's too simple for that.

- No. - No?

No.

There's a deviousness in him.

Would you suspect a rag doll

of planning to steal your coin purse?

You mistake that puppy thing for being placid and stupid.

He can kill.

He tried, once.

It was half-hearted at best.

Mm. See?

See what? You weren't there.

He was confused and frightened,

and barely even knew what he was doing.

I'm warning you.

All right?

I'm just warning you.

Please, would Dracula have kept him around in his own castle

if he were that dangerous?

I would have liked that castle.

Dracula's castle?

Yes.

I didn't see a lot of it, in the end.

But I'm sure it was full

of interesting and wonderful things.

I am compelled to point out that you already have a nice castle.

Why would you want his?

Because I take things away from stupid, evil old men.

It's what I do.

I've always done it.

They deserve to lose everything.

And I deserve to have all their stuff.

You could just make new things.

Why would I waste my time,

when I can just take whatever I want

and then kill whoever had them?

Look at my map.

From here to Braila.

That land and those villages and towns belong to old men.

All of them.

And I'm going to take them.

This castle belonged to a stupid, evil old man.

I took it.

The land from here to Braila,

ruled by stupid old men.

Devastated by one single stupid old man.

There for the taking.

And will you be happy when you have all that?

Just look at this.

Look.

Do you know how many regional vampire rulers died at Braila?

I didn't know I had to count them.

Well, you should.

It was a lot.

These are just the ones I'm certain of.

These little flags?

That's right.

All these regions without direct vampire rule.

Just waiting for someone to take control.

Surely their underlings will raise someone up into command.

Unless we were there first.

Why would we do that?

This is the world, Lenore.

We could take the entire world for our own.

Wouldn't you want that?

I don't know.

The "sweet little girl" act doesn't work on me, Lenore.

Try again.

I really don't know.

I... I never thought about anything that big before.

Start.

Answer my question first.

Will you be happy

when you have all this?

The first part of my life was men taking things from me.

And then I took their lives.

And their things.

And their homes.

And then we took Styria.

After which we formed our little enclave.

We tried not to do more harm.

We tried to make a home.

And when the wolf people came from the north,

and the armies from the west,

and every other bastard came for us.

And we asked for help.

What did the rest of the vampire world say?

"Bloody women," they said.

"Let them die," they said.

So I'm going to take everything from everybody.

I was in Dracula's castle.

I went there to see what I could get out of it.

Get some more power for myself.

Some more security for us.

What I found was him and his people just fucking it up.

And I saw, right there,

that I could take the world away from him

and have it for myself!

The world, Lenore!

Will I be happy when I've done that?

I don't know.

I don't know if I even care.

But I will have everything that they had.

And they will all be dead.

I will have the world I want, Lenore,

and that...

that will be enough.

Having everything will be enough.

Having the world.

And all of them being dead.

Is this what it was all for?

What on earth did you think this was all about?

I think he finished his hammer.

Well, this won't be terrible,

for one night.

Look, it's even got an attractive window.

In the roof.

Perfect. Sleeping under starlight.

And targeted by bird shit.

I haven't seen a single bird since we got here.

Really?

I can hear something up in the rafters.

Oh, shit.

Here we go again.

Try not to burn the barn down

while we're in it.

I did that one time.

One time was enough.

It had a giant spider in it.

It wasn't giant.

It was ten feet tall.

Maybe eight.

So, what, eight feet tall isn't giant?

Fuck me.

These bastards again.

They're very good, aren't they?

They're annoying.

And young.

I suppose.

Pretty.

Smooth skin.

What, did you want to nip down there and marry them?

I want to wear their skin.

Are you sure you don't want me to set fire to things?

I'm thinking it might be an option now.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Thanks.

We somehow managed to walk right into that one.

It wasn't for you. The trap was for us.

I'm Trevor Belmont.

This is Sypha Belnades.

Zamfir. Head guard to the Underground Court of Targoviste.

The what?

The ruling family of Targoviste

survived Dracula's first assault.

But, later, the vampires and night creatures came,

and it was safer to move them

into the catacombs under the city.

I'm amazed anyone's still alive,

let alone the royal family.

I run the resistance against the devils.

Hell itself has attempted to curse our golden city,

but we will not allow it.

I'm sorry about your people.

We are grateful for your aid.

They died for the Court.

Well, they did die.

They were your friends, were they not?

We have been following signs of some plot

to return Dracula to Earth.

Does this mean anything to you?

There's a nest of vampires in the city who wish it.

They are trying to find the Underground Court,

to ransack its many magical treasures for their cause.

We would be interested in seeing this court.

To evaluate the threat.

We would be delighted

to have you join the royal struggle.

Well, good.

Help us save Targoviste.

Gladly.

But not yet.

I cannot take you to the court

until I am certain I can trust you.

Oh, shit.

Well, she was... interesting.

You mean a little crazy.

Oh, yes.

You poor bastards.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

Oh, I know you're not robbing the dead.

Absolutely not.

Hmm. Hmm.

And I've seen enough glowing rocks for a while.

They lead to trouble.

Quite right too.

Why invite trouble?

We never do that.

Frederator!