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it was one of those strange nights at the castle heavy heavy rain
and thunder made the night seem dark
Even
before
the
lights
went out
definitely
not blind I
didn't
notice
that
Apparently
Joey had
brought the count back
in the shop probably going to work
with me pretty soon i had to head home
but
suddenly
small
in
a
scalpel
and
sodomite
accounts
memory
his
history
his
personality
His soul.
I searched for my tools of the trade
I've arrived in 6:46
but guess which I got of it
We're to go very far from the station as we arrive late
and would start as near the correct time as possible
Yes, I said.
Jonathan Harker.
She smiled and gave some message to an elderly man in white shirts
who had followed her to the door.
He went, but immediately returned with a letter
I don't know.
My friend, welcome to the Carpathians.
I am anxiously expecting you
Sleep well tonight.
At three tomorrow, the diligence will start for Bucharest
A place on it is kept for you.
for go past
My carriage will await you and will bring you to it.
I trust that your journey from London has been a happy one
and that you will enjoy your stay in my beautiful land.
Your friend, Dracula.
Conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act
of pulling up the horses in the courtyard
of a vast ruined castle, those tall black windows came no ray of light.
Broken battlements showed a jagged line against the moonlit sky.
Who
saved
you?
Something of the happiness.
I am
Dracula.
I bid you welcome, Mr. Harley.
Come in.
The night air is chill, and you must need to eat.
As he was speaking, he put the lamp on a bracket on the wall.
Stepping out, I took my luggage and carried it in before I could.
I protested, but he insisted.
See
to
your
comfort
myself, I
advise you
my
dear
young
friend.
Nay, let me warn you with all seriousness
that should you leave these rooms,
you will not by any chance go to sleep in any other part of the castle.
It is old and has many memories,
and there are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
The
box
was
in
the
same
place,
close
against
the
wall,
but
the
lid
was
laid
on
it.
Looking as if his youth had been half
renewed, for the white hair and mustache
were changed to dark iron gray,
you.
It seems as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood.
There was a mocking smile
on the bloated face
which seemed to drive me mad.
It
was
so
bright
that
through
the
thick
yellow
blind
the
room
was
light
enough
to
see.
Kneeling on the near edge of the bed facing outward
was the white-clad figure of his wife.
By her side stood a tall, thin man clad in black.
His face was turned from us,
but the instant we saw, all recognized the count.
In every way, even to the scar on his forehead.
We burst into the room, the Count turned his face,
and the hellish look that I had heard
described seemed to leap into it.
His eyes flamed red with devilish passion,
the great nostrils of the white aquiline nose
opened wide and quivered at the edge,
and the white sharp teeth behind the full lips
of the blood-dripped mouth chapped together like those of a wild beast.
Further
back he
cowered
as we,
lifting
our
crucifixes,
advanced.
The moonlight suddenly fell
as a great black cloud sailed across the sky.
And when the gaslight sprang up under Quincy's match,
we saw nothing but a faint vapor.
A
tomb
more
lordly
than
all
the
rest,
huge
it
was,
and
nobly
proportionate.
It was but one word, Dracula.
This then was the undead home of the king vampire,
to whom so many more were due.
I laid in Dracula's tomb some of the wafer,
and so banished him from it, undead forever.
I saw the count lying within the box upon the earth.
It was deathly pale,
just like a waxen image.
And the red eyes glared with the horrible,
vindictive look which I knew too well.
As I looked, the eyes saw the sinking sun
and the look of hate and then turned to triumph.
But on the instant came the sweeping flash of Jonathan's great knife.
I shrieked as I saw it shear through the throat,
whilst at the same moment Mr. Morris'
Bowie knife plunged into the heart.
It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes,
and almost in the drawing of a breath,
the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.
