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"Dearest Mina.

Forgive me for taking so long to write back.

I'm so sorry to hear of Jonathan's recent illness.

I hope he'll soon be well,

and you'll both be able to visit me at Hillingham House.

I've actually been quite unwell myself.

Arthur says it's just pre-wedding nerves,

but I know he worries about me all the same.

I'm still quite certain I made the right choice,

though it wasn't an easy one.

Can you imagine receiving two marriage proposals in one day?"

John, thank you for coming over.

Sorry about the hour.

There's no need to keep a low profile, John.

No, no, it's just there's a particular patient of mine

I've been studying quite closely.

- Fascinating behaviour... - It's Lucy.

She's not well.

She insists there's nothing wrong with her.

But I think she might just talk to you.

Please.

Lucy?

May I come in?

Lucy!

Professor Van Helsing!

John, my friend!

I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am.

I'm really just looking for a second opinion.

And what is your initial opinion?

I don't have one. The poor girl, she's so weak

and, for the life of me, I can't find the cause of it.

Poor girl?

Now I understand the concern expressed in your telegram.

This "dear friend" is more than a friend, perhaps?

No.

She's engaged to be married.

To someone else.

So, your concern is purely professional?

Well, let's just say the matter of her engagement

has only recently been decided

and not in my favour.

I see. The lucky gentleman?

Arthur Holmwood. A fine young man.

This is his house. Well...

- One of them. - And what of the girl herself?

You've never seen a girl so vivacious, so full of life.

Attractive?

- Well, it's not for me to say. - I see.

Very attractive.

And where might I find the young Miss...?

Lucy Westenra.

This way.

Arthur?

Is that you?

Come here and hold me.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, my dear.

I'm told Arthur will be along shortly.

My name is Van Helsing.

Your friend Dr Seward seems to think

I might be of some assistance.

I came back as quickly as I could.

- Is your man here? - He's upstairs tending to Lucy.

- Tell me about him. - Van Helsing?

He's my oldest friend and master.

But he is a qualified medical doctor?

That and much more than, Arthur.

I'm quite sure I'll be right as rain in a day or two.

I'd hate for you to have troubled yourself for no reason.

Your friend Dr Seward was concerned enough to send for me,

and his concern is reason enough for me to come.

And meeting you is reason enough not to object, my dear.

John is such a sweet fellow.

He worries about me too much.

I do hope you'll be able to reassure him nothing's wrong.

Well, I agree nothing seems to be wrong with your temperature,

pulse or breathing.

And yet...

How is your appetite?

Normal, I think.

Some days I'm quite ravenous,

but then when the food is presented it rather seems to...

lose its appeal.

And how do you sleep?

Quite well.

They do say I used to walk in my sleep.

I once made it right out the house

down the street and only in my nightgown.

I don't do that anymore.

Though I do have the most extraordinary dreams lately.

Extraordinary in what way?

I can hardly explain it, but...

When I wake up, I barely seem to know where I am,

and part of whatever I was dreaming on seems to linger.

And you cannot describe it?

When I first wake up it's completely vivid,

then moments later it's gone

and I can't recall a thing no matter how hard I try.

There may be a way in which I can assist you.

Are you familiar with the concept of hypnosis?

John... Dr Seward had mentioned it once.

But I didn't think it was highly regarded?

In medical circles, indeed it is not,

but in the understanding of sleep phenomena,

and of dreams, it can be most useful.

Would you permit me to try?

I sometimes wonder if this constant battery of tests

is doing Lucy more harm than good.

Van Helsing knows what he's doing.

The man is quite brilliant.

I'll admit he may come across as somewhat arbitrary at times, but...

Arbitrary? You mean eccentric.

I wouldn't go that far.

Trust me, Art, the man has more knowledge of obscure diseases

than anyone else on Earth.

Concentrate on the eye.

Not on the watch, just the eye.

I'm going to count backwards now, starting at ten.

I want you to listen to me while I count.

I want you to feel all your troubles and concerns

leaving you and flying out through the window.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Lucy? Are you comfortable?

Yes.

I would like to take you back in time, several hours.

It is midnight.

You are lying in this bed.

What do you see?

Not in bed.

Feel the air... cool air on my face.

You are outside, in the street?

In the street.

In the air.

Many places.

Are you lost?

No.

Are you... desirous of something?

Is there something you seek?

Yes.

What is it?

What about the wedding?

Have the two of you set a date yet?

Well, Lucy's keen on September 28th,

but that was before all this.

I'm not sure if she'll be well enough

to deal with all the arrangements.

Oh, I can't imagine her illness will last as long as all that.

Be honest with me, John.

It must be serious or you wouldn't have sent for this Professor Van Helsing.

Not serious, just perplexing.

Yes, well...

I just hope he's got something to say for himself.

Professor, this is Arthur Holmwood, Lucy's fiancé.

A pleasure, sir.

Well, John, I thank you again for your telegram,

but I'm afraid our time together today must be brief.

I must return to my study this evening.

A pleasure, sir.

But, Professor, what do you make of Lucy?

Ah, a most charming young lady.

I can see why you,

both of you, should be so concerned as to her well-being.

Yes, but what is your diagnosis?

Diagnosis?

Oh... I...

concur with Dr Seward's analysis.

- Now, if you will excuse me... - Is that all?

With all due respect, Professor...

The... the carriage has been waiting quite some time.

I... No need to see me out.

I'm sure you have much to attend to.

I told you he can be arbitrary.

You call that arbitrary? I call it downright strange.

It was fine, darling.

He was quite the gentleman, I can assure you.

It's not that. I just worry about his methods.

It all sounds very pseudoscientific.

And he doesn't seem to have achieved anything at all.

- Not even with the hypnosis? - What?

He hypnotised me. Just for a few moments, I think.

Really, darling,

I didn't feel a thing.

Lucy says that man hypnotised her.

- It's not a new technique. - It's a disreputable technique.

I once saw a demonstration

where a so-called hypnotist

had a man believing he was a chicken.

A parlour trick, Arthur.

Well, may I politely request

that I be present at any future examinations

this man takes of Lucy.

You did the right thing.

I'll summon the Professor at once.

Good morning, my friend.

Professor, I was just about to send for you.

I took the earliest train.

But how did you know?

There is a pulse, but it's weak.

We need to set up a medical bay.

I have the necessary equipment downstairs.

If we act quickly, we can help her.

We can use the old chapel. I'll tell the maid.

The only thing that will save her is a transfusion of blood.

Wait!

Do you intend to do it yourself?

I mean, give her your own blood?

There is no time to make other considerations.

But you're forgetting me.

Please, Professor, I'm fit.

It's the least I can do for Lucy.

Do you speak as her physician or as her friend?

What does it matter?

It might matter to Arthur -

to think of another man's blood running through

the veins of his beloved.

A rival in her affections, even.

Nonsense, that's all in the past.

My only concern now is what's best for Lucy.

Anyway, Arthur needn't know all the details.

Then lie down here next to her.

Try to relax the arm.

She requires a lot of blood.

You will be here for some time.

Afraid of the sight of a little blood, John?

Only when it's my own, Professor.

Now, I have more studying of my own to do.

You're leaving us like this?

You have your notes to pass the time.

There is nothing further I can do here for the moment.

Lucy will improve over time.

You, my friend, will not.

So rest.

Lucy?

Oh, no!

Lucy, what are you doing?

Lucy, you're sleepwalking again.

I missed you, darling.

Where is she?

Miss Lucy is resting in the chapel.

Dear God, no.

Wait, sir, I... I think you misunderstand me.

What is this?

- Arthur, I... - Excellent, excellent.

She is much improved.

Remember what I told you, John, don't move.

The young doctor has performed quite a service,

giving up his own blood to help Miss Lucy.

I dare say he has this morning saved her life.

Oh... I see.

And how are you feeling, my dear?

- Hungry. - Wonderful.

A healthy appetite is surely a sign of good health.

Mr Holmwood, sir,

I believe the young lady is well enough to return to her room.

Right. Yes.

Right.

- Are you still hungry? - Ravenous.

I'll fetch something from the kitchen.

It's not food I'm hungry for, Arthur.

You should rest.

Thank you, Professor.

You did more to save the girl than I did.

That's not what I meant. I mean the way you handled Arthur.

I did nothing but speak the truth.

Thanks to your donation of blood,

Lucy is almost back to normal and all is well.

Did you learn anything at all from the hypnosis?

Nothing definite.

Just another piece to add to the puzzle.

Why do you ask?

I'm still not quite sure about the state of her mind.

- She seems confused. - Naturally.

A temporary lack of blood to the brain

will bring on a little light-headedness.

- You feel it yourself, I'm sure. - Yes.

The best cure for it, I suggest,

can be found in the drawing room.

I'm sure you recall, John, that...

I did ask - well, insist -

that I be present at any future intervention by Van Helsing?

There was no time, Art.

You should have seen Lucy this morning, she was on the brink of death.

But yesterday you said she was fine, so did Van Helsing.

We never said she was fine,

just that we couldn't find anything wrong with her.

Isn't that the same thing?

Apparently not.

Yes, well...

I must thank you for your sacrifice, John.

I'm sure you wouldn't have hesitated to do the same thing.

Well, absolutely. She is MY fiancée, after all.

Have you eaten?

Mm, I was hungry earlier.

No matter.

Your colour is much improved from this morning.

I do feel better already.

I'm very pleased to hear it.

And now, I have something to even further lighten your mood.

For me?

Of course, my dear.

You're so sweet, Professor.

I'll call the maid to bring a vase.

No need. I shall place them here,

if it so please you, my dear?

If it so pleases you, Professor, it pleases me.

I'm afraid we are no closer as to divining

the cause of your illness.

I wonder if you would give me your consent

to try the hypnosis, once again?

It's clearly just a matter of the lack of blood in her veins.

But is there such a disease?

That drains the blood from the body

without any outward sign of it?

If there was, the Professor would know of it.

Well, perhaps he does know of it and he's concealing it from us.

You have to admit, he never gives a straight answer.

If he's made a diagnosis, you'd be the first to know, Art.

The only reason he might hesitate is if he isn't sure.

Especially if it's something serious.

Well, that doesn't exactly put my mind at rest.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Lucy?

Can you hear me?

Yes.

Where are you now?

In the air.

You are in the air?

I AM the air.

I am the wind.

The wolves, the night.

Do you seek something?

Yes.

What do you seek?

The thing that I need.

What is it that you need?

Blood.

Well?

She is sleeping.

Her pulse is...

weak but steady.

I believe, after a night's rest,

we will see her much improved.

- I must see her. - She's sleeping.

Just...

Just for a minute.

He's beginning to lose patience with all of this.

I understand.

He just wants Lucy well again. We all do.

As I said, I believe tomorrow she will be much improved.

How can you be sure?

I have made certain precautions.

If I'm correct, tomorrow we will see the results.

It's all very strange.

She's even sleepwalking again.

Sleepwalking?

Well, she got up from the other bed and lay down next to me.

Is that all she did?

Yes.

Of course.

But if Arthur hadn't come in when he did...

Yes?

The girl has a power over you, does she not?

Lucy.

Lucy.

John?

No, darling, it's me, it's Arthur.

Oh! Arthur.

How do you feel?

Stronger.

I can feel the new blood running through my veins.

It's energising.

Like... part of him is inside of me.

What are those flowers?

The Professor gave them to me?

Perhaps they needed to be in some water?

Ugh! They smell dreadful.

I'll buy you fresh flowers tomorrow.

And the next day, and the next day.

Fresh flowers every day.

Nothing's too good for my fiancée.

I'd do anything to see you well again.

Good morning, Professor.

Indeed, I hope it will be, John.

It is a magnificent property.

Arthur's family home.

Well, one of them. He's a Lord-to-be, you know?

His father is Lord Godalming.

Owns this estate and quite a lot more besides.

Now I understand.

Understand what?

The young lady, Miss Lucy.

She... seems much attracted to you.

And yet when the two of you propose to her,

she chooses Arthur.

Now I understand.

One day, she will be Lady Godalming, am I right?

Yes.

This also has much attraction, I think?

I hadn't really thought of it like that.

Professor, come quickly!

All the blood is gone!

What happened to the flowers I left?

Another transfusion, it's the only way. Arthur!

I'd give every last drop if it can help Lucy.

I don't ask for that much.

Not yet.

Will it be enough to save her?

There is a chance.

I can only say a chance.

- Keep still now. - I'll do anything, Professor.

I mean it.

Relax the arm... please.

I'd do anything for Lucy.

You know, I couldn't believe it when she accepted my proposal.

Everyone used to say that she and John make a perfect match,

but...

Just rest now.

How long do you think it'll take?

The same as before.

But I will return shortly to monitor them.

There may be a danger when Lucy's strength returns

in leaving her alone with Arthur.

Danger?

The power she has.

The power YOU felt.

I'm sure Arthur feels it too,

perhaps even more so.

None of this makes any sense.

Listen to me, John.

Earlier today, I examined Lucy's neck

and I found, here, two small puncture wounds.

The choker she wears hides them from view.

What are they? Some sort of bite?

Some sort of bite, yes.

You may be more right than you know.

I have considered this matter for several days now.

Last night, I was almost sure of my diagnosis,

and now today, there can be no doubt.

There is something in one of my books I would like to show you.

Lucy.

This, John...

this is what we are dealing with.

What do you mean?

This isn't a book of medicine.

It's a book of witchcraft.

Yes, and much more besides.

You're not seriously suggesting

that Lucy's fallen under some sort of curse?

You forget that here we are,

two men of science and of medicine,

who have failed to find a cure,

not even a diagnosis for Miss Lucy.

But you said you did have a diagnosis.

Yes, and it is this.

Don't move, darling.

You'll soon be feeling stronger.

Yes, I can feel it now...

the blood,

flowing into me.

Filling me up.

There! You see it?

The loss of blood without a drop spilled.

By the night time, she recovers,

and by the morning a deathly pallor returns.

Each and every mysterious symptom we have encountered is explained.

Can you doubt it?

I'd sooner not be the one to show this to Arthur.

Arthur! I almost forgot!

I'm really feeling so much better now.

You're still looking very pale.

You should rest a little longer.

- I don't want to rest! - Lucy, be careful of the tube.

Kiss me.

- Lucy, the Professor said... - Kiss me!

No!

- Good God! What are you doing? - Get back!

Why are you stopping?

You said there was still a chance.

The blood transfusion!

A small chance...

But I fear,

she needed more than any of us could safely give.

I'd give it! I'd give it all!

You killed her.

Art...

And you...

You failed her from the beginning.

And on purpose, I shouldn't wonder!

- What are you saying? - You know perfectly well.

If you're accusing me of deliberate malpractice...

If you couldn't have her, why should anyone?

I loved her as much as anyone!

It's no secret why she chose you, your Lordship!

John, that's enough!

Get out!

Get out, both of you.

How could I say something like that?

At a time like that?

He's suffered so much.

Still...

at least it's over now.

And we needn't worry Arthur with the things in your book.

I'm Lucy's doctor.

I'll write the death certificate.

Anaemia.

Weakness of the heart.

No one will question it,

and then...

that'll be the end of it.

I'm afraid it will not be the end of it.

Not at all.

This business...

and Arthur's suffering.

It has only just begun.

Do you deny what you saw with your own eyes

when we entered the chapel?

You mean, the way she went to kiss him?

Kiss him?

I was 25 years a married man.

I know what a kiss looks like.

She meant to drink his blood, John.

Is she really dead?

Undoubtedly so.

She looks...

When alive, she looked worse than death.

Now in death... she looks more than alive.

Yes.

That's it.

Professor, are you familiar with the text of "Romeo And Juliet"?

You are thinking that perhaps some drug has been administered?

Mm? Creating the illusion of death.

- Such things are possible. - But when and how?

Who and why?

You referenced Shakespeare.

May I reference another great Englishman, Thomas Moore?

"A drowning man will clutch at a straw."

S-still...

don't you think we should at least

continue to monitor her condition?

Yes, that we must do.

You must persuade Arthur

the body be laid out here at the house

until such time as the funeral can be arranged.

I don't think Arthur will listen to anything I propose.

In time, he will come to his senses.

I hope you're right.

Thank you.

My father's accountant will settle the bill.

Yes, sir.

You have done well, John.

Lucy will be much easier to observe here at the house.

Observe?

You speak as though she were still alive.

Alive?

No.

She is not alive, of that I am certain.

But... dead?

This we still need to confirm.

Thank you both...

for, um...

for everything you've done.

I may have said some...

regrettable things.

Unforgivable things, really.

- That I... - Arthur, sir.

What a man does in a rash moment...

need not reflect his true character.

Now, we must indeed talk further, but not of this.

May I suggest the drawing room?

Of course, um, the house is at your disposal, Professor.

Then Doctor Seward and I may stay on a few days?

Think nothing of it. I'll have the maid prepare two more rooms.

I'm actually rather grateful for the company.

Now that everything's organised for the funeral

and Lucy's acquaintances have been informed,

I feel rather adrift.

Miss Lucy has left all of her possessions to you, I believe.

Yes, yes, so they tell me.

But I haven't had a moment to think about it really.

I noticed some papers in her room.

Letters, journals, this type of thing.

Would you have any objection to me examining them?

The mystery of Lucy's illness still troubles me.

I think there may be much we can learn from her own writings.

You must do as you see fit.

It's all academic now though, I suppose.

I wish that were so.

But we may yet have more work to do.

Perhaps now is not the time, Professor.

No, no, no, no...

Whatever you have to say, I want to hear it.

I know you were keeping things from me when Lucy was alive,

and though I appreciate the sentiment,

it's of no use now.

The worst has already happened.

I'm afraid not, Arthur.

What?

All will be revealed, I believe, quite shortly.

But, in the meantime,

may I give you something?

Both of you?

It is most important that you both wear

one of these chains at all times, even when you sleep.

Especially when you sleep.

I'm quite confident in my beliefs, Professor.

Things might be different overseas but...

the Church of England doesn't encourage wearing such...

tokens.

Nevertheless, do me this one favour...

please?

Why are we creeping about at this hour?

We have work to do

which would be very troubling for the young man.

I knew it. You want to carry out a post-mortem.

No.

I want to pierce her heart and sever her head.

- Have you gone mad? - I warned you, John,

that the worst was still to come.

Look, look here.

See?

See how they sever the head of the beast?

This is some barbaric medieval ritual!

After all that has happened, you still doubt me?

I don't doubt your wisdom, Professor.

But your methods...

Then reserve your judgement until we open the casket.

What are you doing?

It's been several days.

John, if I am correct,

we will find in this coffin

a vision of Lucy exactly as the day she died.

Remember how you yourself doubted the very fact of her death?

My God!

It's worse than I thought!

What does this all mean?

John, I had prepared to show you...

that Lucy is not dead,

but that she is in fact undead.

And to prove this by her pallor,

her complexion being that of one still living.

But now I see we have less time that I thought.

Arthur must be told everything.

And this must end tomorrow, exactly as I described.

- It's the maid! - Someone's gone outside.

Someone... or something.

In all of my preparations,

how could I have forgotten the maid?

That poor girl.

The police have left.

They seem to believe some sort of animal had bitten her in the night.

A rat or some such.

Do you have rats in the house?

Of course not.

And you told the police this?

Arthur...

yesterday you said I should no longer hide the truth from you.

Well, quite right.

Then I shall be plain.

It was not an animal that killed that girl.

It was Miss Lucy.

What?!

What do you mean?

Last night, Miss Lucy was absent from her coffin.

It's true, Art.

We went to examine the body last night and she was gone.

You mean someone had taken her?

I mean that last night,

Miss Lucy got up from her coffin and walked out of this house,

and once outside she killed the maid

and drained her of blood.

And the two of you are convinced of this?

Well... there's only one way to prove it, isn't there?

There.

Are you satisfied?

I swear, when we looked last night she was gone.

Professor?

During the day, the beast returns to its lair.

How could you say such a thing?

Arthur...

you ask me to speak plainly, so I do.

Look!

Look at her neck!

The same bite marks as you saw on the maid's neck.

So the same thing that killed Lucy killed the maid?

Lucy killed the maid!

And she will kill again.

The only reason the three of us

did not meet the same fate as the maid

is these crucifixes.

She must be stopped.

Her heart must be pierced and her head severed.

And we must do it now,

- while she sleeps! - I can't!

I can't believe it, don't you see?

Even if it were true...

I can't.

Not Lucy.

I understand.

What the mind can accept,

sometimes the heart cannot.

We must wait for absolute proof.

As young Doctor Seward here likes to remind me,

we live in an age of scientific knowledge,

not of superstition.

But...

with so much new knowledge entering the world,

and fighting for our attention,

there is a danger, I think,

that we forget the old knowledge we once had.

There are, after all, certain things we still take on faith,

are there not?

We still attend the church each Sunday.

We still ask for God's blessing on a marriage or a birth.

And we take it on faith the he is listening.

So is it not therefore possible,

nay, probable,

that there should also be faith of a darker kind?

Another side to the world

which in daylight we never see,

and yet exists all the same?

People knew of it long ago.

The undead.

The vampire.

This is what we are dealing with.

To be truthful,

I suspected this from the beginning.

And yet it seemed an idea so extraordinary

that I dared not share it, lest you think me insane.

But at each turn,

I became more and more convinced that it was true.

The vampiric curse,

or... infection,

if you wish to use a scientific term,

is transferred via the blood.

As Lucy's own blood...

was withdrawn,

another blood,

the vampire's blood, replaced it.

This blood so poisoned her,

that not only could she no longer go on living...

but also that she cannot truly die.

And so she remains, undead.

A vampire.

Forced to feed on the blood of the living

as one such creature formerly fed on her.

Then, the maid - will she also become a vampire?

No, thank God.

If a vampire feeds without first injecting

its own blood into its victim,

the curse is not passed on.

You mentioned the crucifixes,

- that they protected us? - Yes.

According to the old knowledge,

vampires are possessed of certain weaknesses.

The holy crucifix they cannot touch.

It burns them. The same is true of holy water.

Garlic, they cannot abide.

This is the reason for the garlic flowers

spread beneath the window.

Most powerful of all is sunlight.

The vampire's power is much diminished

during the hours of daylight.

This is why they must return to their resting place each morning.

And finally...

to kill them,

is to pierce the heart and sever the head.

There is no other way.

If... I see with my own eyes what you have described,

you have my blessing to act.

Then we have a long night ahead of us.

Remember what I told you, Arthur.

If she wakes...

Her heart must be pierced.

It would be safer to do it now, while she sleeps.

I can't.

I need to be sure.

The papers I mentioned, Lucy's letters and journal.

May I view them now?

Yes, of course, erm...

Everything is still as it was in...

in the bedroom.

I will be back shortly. Remember what I said.

"From the pen of Miss Mina Murray."

No!

What happened?

I don't remember, I...

- I think I hit my head. - Wait here.

Lucy!

So, you have finally seen the proof?

I don't know.

The coffin is empty!

- Do you accept that? - Yes.

And nobody else was in the room but you?

Yes.

So you accept that neither Doctor Seward nor I

- could have removed the body? - Yes!

He's had quite a shock, Professor.

Yes.

Perhaps a brandy would be in order.

Drink up, Art. It'll steady your nerves.

Yes, the night is far from over.

When Lucy returns

- we will need to make... - No!

I've failed you both tonight, I can see that.

I'd like you to give me another chance.

Another chance to do what?

Take care of this.

It's my responsibility.

- What are you talking about? - To deal with Lucy. She's...

She was my fiancée after all.

This is something I need to do myself.

I've relied on the two of you too much.

But I'm stronger now.

I know what needs to be done.

And I'm ready to do it.

I understand.

What?

Arthur knows as much as you or I do on the subject now.

It is entirely his right to do what must be done,

on his own terms.

I knew you'd understand, Professor.

What on earth was all that about? On his own terms?

Do you really think Arthur's capable of dealing with Lucy?

Something is wrong

and it would have done no good to argue with Arthur.

He clearly has a reason for this sudden change of heart.

We will find out soon enough, tomorrow night.

Look at this.

- "Murderer at large." - Read on.

"The spectre of Jack The Ripper was raised again last night,

after the discovery of the body of a woman

in London's Whitechapel district."

Look there! The victim was drained of her blood.

The beast must quench its thirst.

And Arthur has done absolutely nothing to stop it!

Have you rung the bell?

I have.

Well, we can't just stand around here all day.

There must be another way in.

I suspect young Arthur

will have been careful to make sure there is not.

- Then what do we do? - We return again,

tonight, unannounced.

Until then, do you know the location of the nearest church?

Do you have the bottle I gave you?

Yes. But how do we get inside?

These were clutched in the hand of the maid when we found her.

This afternoon I made enquiries with the police

and I was able to retrieve them.

- Which one is it? - That... I do not know.

I, er...

I know you have to feed, Lucy.

I... I... I brought her here for you.

Is she still warm?

Yes, oh, yes, she's... Will.. will she be enough?

It's never enough, Arthur.

Don't you miss the touch of these hands, Arthur?

The touch of these lips?

Ah, you're cold. Like ice.

I need you to fill me up with your warmth, Arthur.

But first...

Join me, Arthur.

Drink with me.

Then we can be together forever.

Lucy, I just wanted to help, I...

I thought if, if you had enough blood you might be cured.

You don't want to cure me, you want to join me!

I know you feel the hunger that I feel, Arthur.

I shared my blood with you.

Soon, we'll share everything.

Join me!

Arthur, no!

John! The water!

This is holy water.

I know you fear its touch.

Arthur, we cannot hold her much longer!

Quickly, Art!

You can't defeat us!

My master will return for us all!

Do it!

Now!

Finally, she is at peace.

I know what he's doing in there.

There's no need to pretend otherwise.

She won't suffer, Art.

Not anymore.

Dear God, what have I done?

You know it wasn't Lucy.

That... thing.

It could pretend to be her.

It had her form.

But it wasn't her.

I knew it deep down.

Even as I convinced myself that I could still save her.

A feeling I've always felt, really.

That there was...

a part of her...

that I didn't know.

That never belonged to me.

That belonged to someone else.

- Art... - Let's...

just drink to the good memories

we both have.

Per istam sanctam unctionem

et suam piissimam misericordiam adiuvet.

Tem dominus gratia spiritus sancti,

ut a peccatis liberatum

te salvet atque propitious alleviet.

Through this holy anointing

and through His most holy mercy,

may the Lord help you,

by the grace of the Holy Spirit,

that He may free you

and save you from your sins,

and by His favour,

grant you relief

and raise you up to heaven.

Are you sure you can't stay a little longer, Professor?

Art will be sorry he missed you. I could wake him?

Let him sleep, John.

He has not rested properly for days,

and I have much to do in my study.

Miss Lucy's letters and journal are most interesting,

I must study them further.

It sounds like your carriage is here.

- Professor Van Helsing? - Yes?

I knew it was you.

Lucy described you so well in her last letter.

I... I'm sorry, miss, but I'm afraid I...

I have something for you.

I believe these diaries will provide crucial information

for you in your investigations.

Ah, yes! I remember your letter to Lucy.

Miss Mina Murray, I presume?

Actually, my fiancé and I were recently married in Budapest.

It's Harker, Mina Harker.

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