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Vampire...

Vampire is a national Slavonic traditional name for a dead man,

who comes out of the grave

to suck the blood of the people.

My business trip led from London to Budapest

and then further across the most westerly bridge over the Danube.

As we crossed the bridge, heavy snowfall began.

It seemed as if the whirling snowflakes had drifted us into earlier centuries,

into the time of Turkish raids.

We headed into Transylvania in the Carpathian Mountains,

into the wildest and least known part of Europe.

We passed through the ancient and remarkable town of Bistritz,

which lies on the furthest border.

Traveling from there is possible only by carriage

through the Borgo pass to Bukovina.

And another carriage is supposed to be waiting at this Pass

which was sent by...

COUNT DRACULA

It's a beautiful night,

even if it's a little bit frosty.

Is sir going to Bukovina?

No, only to the Borgo Pass, how far is it?

Now it's only half an hour,

fortunately the carter drives fast.

What are you going to do there?

For far and near there's no house.

A carriage will be waiting there. From Count Dracula.

Count Dracula? What? Tonight?

Yes, tonight, why is it so strange?

It's all souls' day, the dead are rising from their graves!

I don't think I understand you,

A night is a night, if I'm not mistaken.

Sir is a foreigner.

You aren't aware of the local traditions.

I admit that, I haven't been to this country before.

Sir, don't get off the carriage at the Borgo Pass,

do you actually know, who you're meeting?

Of course I know...

Then take at least...

this crucifix.

It is consecrated, it will protect you.

Please, for your mother's sake.

If it is necessary in this country,

I can only say thank you.

I wish nothing but the best for you.

Me too.

Sir, there is no carriage here.

The best you can do now is to go with us to Bukovina

and tomorrow or the day after we will take you back.

You have been hurrying today, my friend.

The Englishman has been in a hurry.

Because of this you wanted to take him to Bukovina?

Give me the gentleman's luggage.

Please, get in.

Welcome to my house!

Enter freely and of your own will.

Count Dracula?

I am Dracula...

... Mr. Harker.

Come in; the night air is chill

and you must need to eat

and rest after that tiring journey.

May I?

You are my guest, Mr. Harker.

Please.

It is late, and my people are not available.

Let me see to your comfort myself.

With all my strength I tried to overcome the unpleasant and nervous feeling,

that grew in me at every moment.

I cursed the superstitious villagers.

They woke my nervousness, my visual hallucinations.

Suddenly it seemed as if this dilapidated castle

was awakening from a centuries old dream

and this long corridor grows with our steps.

I trust you will find this apartment comfortable

and there you have your supper prepared.

You will, I trust, excuse me that I do not join you;

I'm not used to eating at this time of day.

But now you will need, after your journey, to refresh yourself by making your toilet.

I'll take the liberty of knocking on your door in half an hour.

As you wish, Count.

Maybe you will be interested in this letter.

It is from my employer, lawyer Hawkins

Of course, thank you.

Help yourself.

I am a very temperate man, I neither smoke nor drink.

But help yourself.

The letter from advocate Hawkins pleased me.

If I'm not mistaken, the purchase of the estate with house in London is almost done.

You are right, Count.

I've brought all papers with me, only your signature is missing.

Excellent.

Can you tell me some details about the place?

Certainly.

I looked for it myself.

The estate is called Carfax.

An interesting name.

No doubt a corruption of the old Quatre Face,

as the house is four-sided, agreeing with the cardinal points of the compass.

The house is very large and of all periods back,

I should say, to medieval times,

I am glad that it is old and big.

I myself am of an old family.

Very old family.

There is an old chapel, as you have wished.

And in the garden is an old burial ground.

That is great news!

It contains in all, some twenty acres,

there are many trees on it, an old pond.

Nothing has been maintained for several years

and it is surrounded by the solid stone wall. (The wall is eight or nine foot high.)

If you allow me to say so,

I found that place quite gloomy and grim.

I believe I will be satisfied, my friend.

Our dynasty is gloomy as well as...

this Castle.

At least I shall feel as I would at home.

I love shadows and darkness.

It is the best place for my solitude and...

my thoughts, I am grateful.

Thank you, Count.

I believe you will read the contract shortly and within two days you can sign it,

Within two days?

I have believed that you would stay longer then two days, Mr. Harker.

Really? But...

Have you some duty to attend to in London in the next few days?

- Not immediately... - Excellent!

- I have wanted to ask you for a favour. - Yes?

I would like to gain a perfect English accent.

- Count, you speak English very well. - I want to speak perfectly!

I want you to correct each mistake that I make.

If Londoners should discover I am a foreigner, I wouldn't feel...

...comfortable.

Of course you can expect a special reward.

Thank you, Count,

- It will be my pleasure, even... - That's settled then!

But now you certainly need to rest a while, soon it will be dawn.

And let me warn you, you may go anywhere you wish in my castle

except where the doors are locked.

There is nothing behind those doors, except unused rooms full of dust and junk.

But now I wish you good night...

...my friend?

Good night, Count.

His squeeze of the hand was strong and that hand was cold as ice,

more like the hand of a dead than a living man.

As the Count leaned over me and his hands touched me,

I could not repress a shudder.

It may have been that his breath was rank,

but a horrible feeling of nausea came over me, which I could not conceal.

Not that I was afraid of the count,

I only felt an odd nausea in his presence.

Good morning... good evening, strictly speaking, Mr. Harker.

Good evening, Count, come in, please!

I wanted to treat your wound, but you certainly have better tools

from the modern world.

After all,

this wretched thing has done the mischief.

And I hate to have it in my castle!

But sir... !

I believe that a full beard would suit you, I advise you to grow one.

To cut yourself is more dangerous than you think in this country.

I am used to be always smoothly shaven.

I'd like to point to one strangeness:

I certainly would not advise your falling asleep elsewhere than in these rooms.

I would not be responsible for your safety.

This piece of land is still very wild, you can't forget about it.

Thanks, I'll take it into account...

And I am glad for that!

Now please excuse me, I need to arrange something...

...outside the house.

Dinner is ready.

There are no servants in the house, I am sure of it.

There is only the Count and me.

The Count himself drove the carriage that brought me here.

It was the Count himself who calmed down the wolves.

Bless that good woman who hung the crucifix around my neck!

Although I don't understand it; I don't understand anything,

but everything is too foreboding...

The castle swerved underneath my steps as if I had stepped over some wayward root.

I couldn't find the gateway...

...bewitched prison.

I opened only one door,

there was a strange room.

As if I were in my castle room...

As if I were in my castle room in a dangerous dream.

Look, Marquise, a young man.

A handsome young man, young Countess.

And strong, my ladies.

You are the most beautiful of us, Marquise.

You are our leader, yours is the right to kiss our guest first.

He is strong, my ladies.

There are kisses for us all.

How dare you touch him, any of you?

How dare you cast eyes on him when I had forbidden it?

This man belongs to me!

Why don't you keep an eye on him?

...what did you bring us?

Mister Harker!

I advise you to write three letters:

to the owner of agency, by which you are employed, Doctor Hawkins,

to your friend and personal doctor, Doctor Seward

and to your wife of course.

The last letter will carry the date 28th November.

Write it briefly, without personal comments.

I will take the letters to the post office personally.

I would be glad if your friends know, that you are doing well

and also in your work.

I don't feel any need to write those letters!

Write them, please...!

Murderer!

Murderer!

Devil!

Give me back my child! Please!

Please!

Please!

Please!

Count!

- I'm going to leave tonight! - Why?

Because I want it!

But that is very unwise, didn't you see those wolves?

I saw them... I'm going to leave.

I'm sorry, I'm responsible for your safety, I can't let you go.

The place in the carriage is reserved on 29th November.

I wish you good night.

- And why do you wish it for us? - Be kind, please!

He is mine!

Your time has not yet come!

The last letter will be carrying the date of 28th November.

Now I know how long I will live.

It was only at night, when I was in danger,

I have not seen Dracula during the daytime.

I fell asleep with this thought.

I was awakened by human voices.

People? There and people?

I tried to make contact with them, but unsuccessfully,

they did not hear me, or they were not allowed to hear me.

The castle is on the very edge of a terrible precipice.

Myriads of tree and snow-covered peaks, only now and then gaping a deep ravine.

An absolute prison.

Keys, I have to get Dracula's keys!

Because I know how to go to his room.

Behind the door was a dark, tunnel-like passage,

through which came a deathly, sickly odour.

The odour of old earth newly turned.

The heavy door was locked.

I was somewhere in the underground of the Castle.

I was... in the tomb.

"Look, Marquise, a young man!"

"My ladies..."

"You are the most beautiful..."

"A young man... young countess."

The Vampire was supposed to move to London.

I wanted to overcome the fear and disgust,

I wanted to find his keys.

I had to escape at the risk of my own life,

there were only one way left, the way of Vampire Dracula.

Down the sheer and weathered wall of the castle.

A Vampire's Corpse

doesn't rot in the grave and remains red.

Vampires wake at night from their graves,

take on various shapes,

suck the blood from sleeping humans, especially children

and take their lives.

I am glad you came, dear Lucy.

You too, Arthur.

So, when will the wedding be?

- On 8th March. - Great, I really love weddings.

- But it's a secret for now. - OK, you can rely on me.

Dear Dr. John Seward, do you still like our good old Scotch?

We have to properly celebrate my return from hospital.

My dear friends, cheers!

I wonder if you know, that I was envious of your trip to the Carpathians?

I am longing to get to know the Balkans.

Dear Arthur, trust me, I'm not angry at my memory for letting me down.

You are not well yet? I thought they released you from hospital...

For home treatment... he can't go to the office yet.

- He can't even hear a simple word about work. - It's a likeable illness.

The last thing I can remember is the town Bistritz

where I ate an excellent chicken "paprika hendl".

Where and to whom I went then and what happened to me there, I don't know.

And believe me, I do not long to know it...

I feel that something unpleasant, some evil happened to me there.

It's for the best, my friend,

your amnesia was caused by some horrible incident,

or perhaps by a series of similar incidents, rather than illness.

Your memory will return by itself.

But still Jonathan wanted to look in his journal,

and I controlled my own curiosity

and I hid it thoroughly.

But still I would like to know what happened to you in the Carpathians.

I can't believe you don't remember anything.

I'm sorry, my dear, but I really know nothing.

Jonathan, I really would like to know it.

Like Arthur, I have always looked forward to visiting the Carpathians once.

I'm longing for someone to tell me about the local region and the people.

Lucy, Jonathan is suffering from amnesia, he can't tell you anything.

We will go to the Carpathians on our honeymoon, right?

If Jonathan can't tell the story, he can lend me his journal.

Dear friends, we have to go,

Lucy has recently been nervous.

I am not nervous!

What is unusual in wanting to hear about our friend's adventures in the Carpathians.

- Lucy, please... - Leave my Lucy, dear friends...

I'll tell about the Carpathians all night long, once my memory returns, dear Lucy.

But I want to hear about it now! Today!

Where have you been? With whom? I want to know it!

Do you understand me?

- Mr. Harker, get a whiskey, hurry! - What happened to her so suddenly?

It's been three weeks now, she has changed.

I have called Professor Van Helsing.

The famous Dutch doctor and natural scientist?

Yes, he was my professor at the university,

he will come tonight at nine o'clock to Charing Cross Station,

What is happening to her?

I don't know, I haven't found any illness, but nevertheless...

have a look...

How do you explain that?

I can't explain it, and it isn't healing.

I hope Professor Van Helsing will find the question and the solution.

With the mercy of God.

She is in deadly danger.

What is happening to her, tell me!

Easy, my friend, I will do everything I can.

Can I ask you for your help, doctor?

Be prepared to find my instructions rather strange.

I am ready to help you, Professor.

Obtain the largest amount of Allia sativa flowers

and bring them here in this room.

- Garlic flowers? - Maybe you think I am using old woman's methods,

but medical science uses so called old woman's methods

and for whole centuries with success.

Do you doubt the healing effects of camomile?

I will arrange everything immediately, professor.

And secondly,

she can't stay for a single moment alone, who will stay overnight with her?

- I will stay, I'm her mother. - Great, madam.

We will strew garlic flowers around the room,

you, Madam, will make a garlic wreath and put it on Lucy's neck.

Lucy can't take off that wreath, that is absolutely vital.

It is a matter of life and death.

Yes, yes, I'll take care of it.

Now your help, sir.

Lucy needs an immediate blood transfusion, are you willing to do it?

There is no need to ask, Professor!

It's nothing, Lucy, it's just a lost bat.

How do you feel, darling?

My God!

I'll give her my blood again!

It is no use, my friend.

There is no other way, but for two funerals, for Lucy and her mother.

For God's sake, Professor, she's still alive! We have to do something!

Arthur, my darling, come, kiss me!

- Leave me alone! - Don't touch her!

We can no longer save her body, we will try to save her soul.

Poor Lucy!

There is peace for her at last.

Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!

We can do nothing as yet. Wait and see.

Mina.

Is anything wrong, Mr. Harker?

Who are you looking for?

Count Dracula, Professor.

I already know, what has happened to me in the Carpathians.

And who is guilty of Lucy's death.

Arthur, my love,

do you still love me?

Do you love me?

Lucy?

Is that really you?

Come to me, Arthur, come.

Come so I can kiss you.

You aren't Lucy!

I am...

Don't you recognise me?

You have only her appearance!

You are not my Lucy!

I'll take you myself.

Don't do it!

- Don't do it! - Go away!

I will get you, Arthur.

You are still my groom!

I will get you, my darling.

My darling...

- We are waiting for you, Arthur. - Is anything wrong?

- Lucy came. - What do you mean by it? Come, sit down.

Just as I said.

I went around her room and suddenly she was standing behind me.

I know it was a dream.

She wanted your kiss.

- How do you know that? - You were scared of her cruel expression.

- Exactly. - And you were saved only thanks to the garlic flowers.

Yes, but...

It happened exactly as I expected, it's three days since she was buried.

The time is fulfilled, here is today's news, read, Doctor.

THE HAMPSTEAD HORROR.

Three children have been kidnapped, or wounded, during the last three nights.

Who is the "bloody lady"?

The children said in agreement,

that they were kissed by a bloody lady dressed in white.

Professor, you think...?

Yes, yes.

Mr. Holmwood, I would like to ask your permission to be allowed

to open the coffin of Mrs. Westenra

and cut her head off.

This man is a madman!

A lunatic!

He could do nothing for her when alive and now, after death, he must mutilate her!

Garlic, that is all his science.

- We are all going mad because of him! - Easy, Arthur.

Hopefully the professor will give us a reasonable explanation.

You haven't experienced what I did.

I believe that the professor knows what he says.

And tonight I will prove it to you.

Harker, may I ask you something?

Sure.

Lend me your journal, I find it necessary in this situation.

Of course, Mina, please.

A journal? What journal?

I...

I don't know about any journal.

My journal from the Carpathians, darling.

You yourself were hiding it from me.

I wasn't hiding anything from you.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - Darling, this is no time for jokes.

Ah, there it is.

You unpacked it?

You are tired, darling.

You should go to bed.

- Please. - Thank you.

Is it really necessary, Professor?

I know what you feel and that's why I have to convince you.

I feel like a desecrater of graves.

I understand you, Arthur, but...

I have confidence in the professor, when he thinks it is necessary...

Please, gentlemen.

But how?

Where is she?

She was buried alive, and then she went mad.

No, no, the corpse was probably stolen, it happens, unfortunately.

Come with me.

Lucy!

The child!

Arthur, darling.

My darling.

Arthur, come with me.

Come.

I will make love with you.

My God!

You can go now.

I will ride with the children to the hospital and then return immediately.

We must wait here until the kingdom of night will end.

Answer me, my friend. Am I to proceed in my work?

Do as you will.

Professor, do as you will,

there can be no horror like this ever again.

I'm glad you agree with me.

Professor, is it really Lucy, or is it some demon in her shape?

It is Lucy and it isn't.

In a moment you will see her as you loved her.

And what happened to her exactly, Professor?

She has become undead,

she is cursed by immortality, she can't die.

If we fail in saving her, she would travel on, age after age,

seeking for new victims

and multiplying the evils of the world.

For all that die from the preying of the Un-Dead

become themselves Un-Dead.

My friends, I have studied all accessible sources from old scholars,

who were concerned with vampires.

Or by nosferatu, as they call it in Eastern Europe.

The operation we have to do

is very odd.

Speak, Professor.

This stake must be driven through her heart.

By crataegus, aspen, acer pseudoplatanus, or lime,

then the head must be cut off the body

and the mouth filled up with the garlic.

It should be your hand which will save her.

And we,

we will be praying a prayer for the dead.

In the name of the Lord, Arthur Holmwood,

place the point of the stake over the heart,

to save servant of God Lucy Westenra

and let her poor soul find desired peace.

Let's pray, my friends.

An attribute of yours, oh Lord, is to have mercy and to forgive.

We beg you for the soul of your servant Lucy,

who you took from our world.

Lucy.

Professor, thank you.

And now, you may kiss her.

Now she is really dead.

Who of us could say one year back that something like this is possible

in our scientific, sober 19th century.

Thank you, Harker,

your journal has proved to me that the main culprit of Lucy's death is Count Dracula.

We have to find him, no matter what.

He is a powerful enemy.

You have written to Budapest University, did you receive an answer?

Yes,

there it is.

Count Dracula is certainly that voivode Dracula,

who became famous in battles against the Turks.

In those ancient times, as well as in later centuries, it was believed about him,

that he was one of the bravest generals of the backwoods of Transylvania.

It is to his advantage that vampires retain their human intelligence

and have the ability to develop it further.

They also have prodigious strength, according to learned books,

with a vampire's time frame of his recovery, his strength is equal to that of twenty men.

Professor, what does that mean, a vampire's time frame of his recovery?

A vampire lives from sunset to sunrise.

And as he is vulnerable by daylight,

he can be destroyed the way we had to, with poor Lucy.

But how can we kill the vampire during the time frame of his recovery?

A blow straight to the heart with a sharp weapon.

A bullet will not hurt vampires.

The vampire can live forever, if he drinks fresh human blood.

Vampires need nothing else; don't eat, drink, are not reflected in mirrors.

It knows our friend Harker.

The vampire comes by the rays of the moon,

he can become smaller, transform himself into various animals: bats, rats, wolves

and is also able to command some smaller animals.

He has two weaknesses,

he lives only at night and during the day he must rest on his home soil.

Therefore...

those boxes that were loaded by gypsies in Dracula's castle.

The soil from the castle's crypt was inside them.

Yes, yes, that's right, my friend, exactly.

But why had the Count moved?

And why to London?

Because it is Count Dracula.

Intelligent, brave strategist, former military leader.

What does that have in common?

He wants to increase his army, his empire of the undead.

He wants to conquer London, the greatest town in the world

and then to conquer the entire world

and make it a realm of vampires.

Mina!

Mina!

I should have guessed.

Harker, what is it called the place you have rented for Dracula?

Carfax.

A wafer?

I have special ecclesiastical permission.

Dracula won't be able to use these boxes anymore.

Listen, Harker,

do you remember, how many boxes you saw at Dracula's castle?

I think, there were 20.

20, we have found 18 here,

it would mean that Dracula has two more hiding places in London.

He doesn't know about our presence.

He certainly will come back.

I'm sure of it.

Now, we can do nothing but wait. Gentlemen.

It smells horrible here.

- Aim at the heart! - That will not hurt him!

Now we have only to find

his last two coffins.

But where should we search?

Friends,

we are all here.

Mina is home alone!

Quickly, let's go.

From this moment,

if I say to you: come,

you will come!

You belong to me!

What has happened is very bad.

I will try to break Dracula's curse.

Am I cursed?

His evil power dies only with his own death.

We have to find those remaining two coffins, professor!

In London? It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

One interesting thing happened tonight at Carfax.

Dracula risked his life for something, that would have had no meaning for him.

- For money. - Why?

He is scared. Yes, he is.

He is scared of lack of time and poverty. Even his existence is bounded by money.

But we still don't know where is his current hiding place, Professor.

We can assume that he leaves for where his fortune is.

To his castle in the Carpathians.

- That is a hypothesis. - We can confirm it.

Yes? And how?

Unfortunately, Madame Mina is from tonight

in close mental connection with Dracula.

Whatever one of us says in her presence, he will know about it too.

Then you can't speak about your plans in my presence.

I beg you, my friends.

If you allow me, this connection has also a advantage.

- How can you say it, Professor? - Speak, please.

- Through you we can find out his thoughts. - How?

Come.

Come, it will not hurt.

Where are you now?

It is a little and cramped space. It has a musty smell there.

- Are you lying, standing, sitting? - I'm lying on soft ground.

Yes, it is old smelling soil.

Is it quiet there?

No, no. Everything is swinging.

From side to side...

What do you hear?

It is gurgling, and little waves leap.

The sea is droning!

- What was happening to me? - Nothing, nothing.

My deduction was right, gentlemen.

Dracula is on the boat and he is sailing to his castle.

Against vampires...

it is possible to be prevented by garlic, wild roses or rowans.

From sunset to sunrise it is possible to destroy a vampire,

if his heart is stabbed by a sharp weapon.

I did not think I would ever have to write this diary again.

I don't know, how I escaped from Dracula.

Maybe I crawled to the road where the carriages go,

maybe the gipsies found me, I don't know.

I woke up in Bistritz, in a hospital.

I wish I know how the story will end.

The travel by ship will take Dracula three weeks.

We went by train and gained a considerable time margin.

And so the nightmare continued...

At this moment the ship carried Dracula by sea,

maybe by the Danube.

But the castle did not seem less dangerous.

Back then only I was threatened.

Now my friends share this danger with me.

And Mina too.

Mina!

Mina?

Mina! Wait for us, Mina!

Mina!

You will lose your way, Mina!

Mina!

Mina, wait!

Mina!

Do you want something to eat, Mina?

No, thank you, I'm not hungry.

Will you sleep, right?

I'll try, for your sake.

Good night, darling.

Good night, darling.

She is now feeling much better, thank God.

- You should say "unfortunately." - Professor!

And do not kiss her, for now.

Professor, those cynical remarks.

Sister!

Open to us, sister!

You are like us, come among us.

Remove these hideous garlic flowers.

Sister, don't be mean to us.

We will teach you lovely things, sister.

We will teach you to drink blood.

You will taste the blood of those men, who are with you.

You will see, it is better than love-making.

You can't escape us, sister.

- Drink, Madame Mina. - I don't want to!

Water.

I do not want anything!

Everything here smells of garlic.

Leave me alone!

I'll do it, Professor.

You two, guard there.

We shouldn't have left Mina alone.

Garlic flowers are everywhere

and it is still daytime.

Not much of it left.

You see, John, you don't even have to cut off her head.

These girls have lived here as undead for many years.

According to our estimation, Dracula should come to the castle that very day.

Finally... They also wanted to get rid of their own suspicious cargo by sunset.

The last sunbeam broke through the snowy clouds.

It came down the stairs to the crypt

and slowly but surely died.

And we knew

that if we didn't destroy Dracula by sunset,

we would die.

The sun is setting, I'm going!

Stop, don't move!

Useless ... quite useless.

She's going with me, she's mine!

Give me the knife, or your lady will jump out the window.

Harker, for God's sake!

Mina!

Mina!

For God's sake, Mina, stay there!

Mina!

Mina.

Darling, please, don't move.

Mina!

The castle was again in Dracula's power.

And Mina too.

We staggered through treacherous moonbeams

and we didn't know if we were pursuers or were the pursued.

Mina!

Mina, wait!

Mina!

Mina, where are you running!

Let me be!

Let me be!

Mina!

Seven years have passed since our misery.

In the summer of this year we made a journey to Transylvania

and went over the old ground.

It was almost impossible to believe,

that the things which we had seen with our own eyes

and heard with our own ears were living truths.

Every trace of all that which had been was blotted out.

The castle stood as before,

reared high above a waste of desolation.

I ask none to believe us.

I need no proof.

Translated by holahej, proofed by corvusalbus.