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It's nearly your bedtime.

I'm not finished yet.

You might not be, but the wine supply is definitely over.

Oh, it's all over, Hector.

It's really not.

Things just changed, that's all.

Vampires aren't big on change.

Someone should have told Carmilla that.

You still misunderstand her.

Oh, come on.

Even you were horrified by what she turned into.

The scale of it, maybe.

And the chaos it would have introduced into our lives.

I still say that at the root of it all

was the vampire's virtue.

We want everything to remain the same.

To remain stable.

The vampire's virtue. Bloody hell.

There's an act of philosophical acrobatics for the ages.

Oh, shush with your trying to be clever.

You people spend 60 years bumping into things

and call it a life.

We have to take a longer view.

So we want stability.

And you're saying you had that.

We did.

As a quartet, my sisters and I had strength.

The strength to enforce a stable environment.

Strength can fight a war, yes,

but it can also build a shelter.

Are you following me?

Just bumping into things along the way.

Small shapes are stronger than big ones, Lenore.

Carmilla wanted more than a weatherproof shelter.

In the end.

But it all came from that virtue, do you see?

Strength and power are different.

You wanted strength.

Carmilla wanted power.

In the end, yes.

That's what it turned into.

Which is what ruined my life.

Power.

Big, international,

non-diplomatic, projected power

is something else.

It lends you more might,

but it doesn't have the utilities of strength.

It lays eggs in you.

It becomes a parasite you have to feed.

Power does nothing but eat.

Like a vampire.

Like a vampire.

Therefore...

having been shown what I am...

having found that I have been living a lie...

here I sit in a cage, like a dangerous animal.

with King Isaac, the happy bastard,

keeping a very watchful eye on me.

I've never known him so fucking cheerful.

It's bizarre.

But he won't harm you.

No.

He's just going to keep me in a cage.

And I'm not going to sit in a cage, Hector.

Not even with you.

I'm sorry for everything you went through.

And I'm sorry I can't be here to help you through...

whatever comes next.

But I refuse to exist like this.

And I want to see what's so special

about this sun you keep talking about.

Lenore, don't.

Hector, it's fine.

It's what I want to do.

Be free, Lenore.

What will you do?

I think I'm going to write a book.

The future should know the mistakes we made.

And recently, I've been caused to know the value...

and the beauty...

of things that live longer than I do.

Is that all there is to it?

Hector, you are a silly man.

So, what do you think about my plan?

It was my plan.

You just think it was your plan.

It was my plan.

I let you think it was your plan.

I told you my plan.

You just think you did.

I'm very clever.

I told you my plan in a way that would make you think

it was your idea.

It was my bloody idea.

Admit it. You're outmatched.

I am no such thing, and also it was all my idea.

You just go on thinking that.

So you agree, then?

Agree to what?

My plan.

We're going to stay.

- Oh, my God. - I'm a genius.

Just surrender.

Ignoring for a moment

that you are considerably more insane

than I have previously estimated.

Are you sure it's a good idea?

I mean, I'm not...

used to people.

They're used to you.

So just let them be used to you.

And you'll get used to them.

I think I felt part of my brain die

just trying to follow that logic.

It's human. Just roll with it.

I'm not.

Human, I mean.

Not completely.

Don't think I haven't noticed you

playing with the orphaned kids.

And don't think I don't know

some of them have been calling you "father."

I...

I didn't want to disappoint them by saying anything.

Very human of you.

You, Alucard, are a very odd person.

I think I might like you.

Alucard, she's up.

Be gentle.

She hasn't talked to anyone in two weeks now.

Sypha.

Hello.

Can you spare a horse?

Possibly. What for?

I am going to do what Trevor and I originally planned to do.

Rejoin my caravan.

You know you are very welcome here.

Thank you.

But I am also very definitely pregnant.

Oh.

And I should be with my people.

And my people are well practiced

in giving the support a woman needs when it's time.

If I could just get a horse.

Congratulations.

Go on.

Say it like the way you said it to Trevor

when we arrived at the Hold.

Should I not be congratulating?

Congratulations.

Well, I've heard worse impressions.

It's fine.

He loved me.

We made a child.

Something new and wonderful will have come from all this.

I should go.

You should stay.

That's very kind of you.

But I should be around more people.

I can't let you be the one person I rely on for help,

and a child should have a community.

It will. If you stay.

I don't understand.

These people aren't going back to Danesti.

We're going to found a new village here,

around the castle and the Hold.

This place has resources

I could never give my people in Danesti.

We could change everything here.

We're going to have schools,

one of which will be all about the libraries

of the castle and the Hold.

And I was hoping you could help me teach

this brilliant but actually fairly useless man

how to live his life.

Don't set your hopes too high.

Sypha, we have a real chance

to make life better for our children

than it was for us.

For once, it could be better.

For all our children.

She's good.

I know.

You're in real trouble.

What are you going to call the village?

New Danesti?

I thought we might call it Belmont.

That should confuse everybody.

I think I'd like to live in a place called Belmont.

Also, my God,

these people are bad at organization.

And are you really going to walk buckets back and forth

from the river all day?

I thought you were a man of science.

The lane's going to need widening over there too.

Whose horse is that?

What horse?

Walking down the lane.

Tie your horses up, Alucard.

If you're founding a village,

you need to sort these things out.

I know that horse.

But...

someone's on it.

Hello, love.

How?

What?

All the questions.

You answer now.

All I can think of is that Saint Germain

opened the Infinite Corridor just before he died.

I got the dagger into Death.

He lit up like the sun.

A second later I was inside the corridor.

Next thing I knew, I was lying on my face

by the north bank of the Danube.

Well, I'll be damned.

We need some help over here right now!

I'll be okay.

I just need about a year's sleep and a new body.

What about you?

Is everything all right?

I'm fine.

Good.

You know what scared me the most?

What?

That you might end up calling the kid Trefor after all.

How did you even know?

Please. This is me.

How do you think I've managed

to stay single and carefree all these years?

Can someone please come over here and kill this man?

It won't be hard.

You are a rude idiot, Trevor Belmont.

I know.

And I love you.

I know.

I said this man needs help.

Hello, Belmont.

Now what was that trick with the dagger?

Hello, Alucard.

Well, there were fighters in Targoviste

hiding in what turned out to be

the royal family's treasure vault,

and they were just taking things out of there

as good-luck charms.

I started noticing things.

Ended up collecting the pieces of something

a mad wizard blacksmith once made to enact

a very one-sided murder-suicide pact with God.

So...

So you knew the thing was probably lethal to you

when you used it.

But didn't see much of a choice.

What are all these people doing here?

Welcome to my village.

You have a village now?

What's it called?

Treffy.

Can someone please come over here and kill me?

You look weirdly happy.

I...

I weirdly am.

It's been a strange ride.

I'm happy it's over.

The funny thing is, for the first time in my life,

I have absolutely no idea what happens next.

I just have this feeling that it's going to be worth it.

That's exactly it.

I'm weirdly happy.

Are you all right?

I think so?

I think we finally won.

Lisa and Vlad Tepes.

So.

So.

You need to get used to calling yourself Vlad.

I suppose so.

I can't be introducing you as

"Dracula Tepes, honestly no relation,

don't look too closely at his teeth."

Is this what you really want to talk about?

I died.

And you weren't there.

I know.

And you died.

I did.

And you came to find me.

Of course I did.

I could do nothing else.

I assumed you had other options.

Shouting at Satan until he admitted

he was just keeping the chair warm for you.

That sort of thing.

The second after I died

might have been the first sane moment I had since you died.

You do seem remarkably calm.

And you seem a little angry.

Because none of this makes any sense.

Do you have a theory about what happened?

What makes you think I have a theory?

You're a man. Men always have theories.

All I know is that we woke up in a field yesterday.

And had to steal some clothes. I still feel bad about that.

You didn't feel bad

about picking that headman's pocket this afternoon.

Well, he was a pig.

But we should do something

for the people we took these clothes from tomorrow.

And we will.

But after that?

We can't return to the castle.

Our poor boy deserves some closure in his life.

Perhaps, one day in the future.

But not yet.

No.

I have a thought.

Not a theory?

Not a theory. Just a thought.

I think we should travel.

Where to?

I was thinking about England.

There's a place on the northeast coast

that is supposed to be beautiful.

And they say the sun barely shines there.

White-by, or Whitby, something like that.

Remote and lonely, I presume?

An abbey. Men and women.

And about 20 houses, I've read.

Sea views. Fish.

Fish. How can I resist?

I'm not going to get better without you.

And I was never going to be better without you.

We have a second chance.

And a brand-new future.