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I am your slave!
All of us.
the key to the fancy of one lunatic...
that when the rewards are given,
The letters I requested.
Little girl.
Mr. Renfield, behave yourself.
I am coming to him to partake of his strength.
His heart was strong enough to survive the grave.
He's cheered by the familiar streets of London.
Ow!
where we still hoped to intercept the count before he reaches land.
She will, no doubt, make a devoted wife,
No.
no disease, no trituration,
I always come to my friends in need when they call me.
Constantinople had fallen.
Didn't you? Yes.
taste.
No. All I say is she is undead.
Dead, but not dead.
Quincey.
in the midst of the Carpathian Mountains.
What is it, Lucy?
feeding on the blood of the living.
Twenty-seventh June, 1897.
He's suffering from a violent brain fever.
I've seen many strange things already.
Husband?
forcing you to learn that ridiculous machine?
My salvation depends upon it! Your salvation?
I am
Don't stay here.
It is a beast, a monster.
Your fiance' is safe and in the care...
To help you sleep. To dream better dreams.
She lives beyond the grace of God,
And here I am, almost 20.
You've described my home
whom he prized above all things on earth,
how he skinned them alive
who is always in my thoughts.
Good.
the metaphysician, philosopher.
Perhaps you should
Hold her hand.
For the record, I do attest
My God, she's only a child.
He's trying to save her life.
Mr. Holmwood asked me to stop by to see Miss Lucy.
More light!
Mr. Renfield. This is no place for you, Madam Mina.
She is the devil's concubine!
Let them go. Our work is finished here.
I am en route to join him. We are to be married.
Your last drop?
Do you understand? No.
Yes, but not even one marriage proposal.
Diary, 17th September.
To be in the midst of the whirl and the rush of humanity.
All aboard!
"From Paris, We Traveled Through The Alps To Budapest."
- It had red eyes. - Hush now.
Gentlemen, must we desecrate poor Lucy's grave?
Get him off me!
What are you?
Lucy, really. You shouldn't talk about my fiancé in such a way.
Was she in great pain?
Where the hell did he go?
A kitten.
the sensible Mina I always depended on.
Hear me out, young man.
He's my teacher and mentor.
It is God's law.
and your worry for him.
The letters I have written have undoubtedly sealed my doom.