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That's when the bargain was made.
You try to get Igor. Igor get you!
Igor do this! Igor do that!
No, no.
Not my brides.
So much trouble my master
Don't!
Eternal rest grant unto her,
if you get my meaning.
Pretty much.
God
Through that window!
Somewhere public. Lots of people.
That's why you're coming with me.
Why do you do it, this job of yours?
That Count Dracula was actually the son of Valerious the Elder.
Getting there.
Well, I could have used that information a little earlier.
I'll find you! I'll get you back and set you free!
What do you hope to get out of it?
I have never been to the sea.
He isn't evil.
A genius with access to unstable chemicals.
I despise Dracula more than you can ever imagine.
licks mmmmmmmmm bunnies cheetah
Don't give me that look.
Kill them both.
I think you'll find the view over here rather spectacular.
I can. Not while I'm here.
Because the only thing that can kill him is a werewolf.
He proved useless.
Sorry, Father.
I shall give you back your life, your memory.
It's compressed magma from Mt. Vesuvius
Go, find the cure! Save yourself!
He killed a bride!
Because we do not exist.
Why don't you and the Order do something about it?
Truly.
Don't you understand? We could be friends.
What it does is to create a light source
Perhaps it just needs
Get off me, you vermin from hell!
silver stake, crucifix.
Here I come,
You can't go until I say you can go!
nine generations of their family will never enter the gates of St. Peter.
is perhaps harder than to have no memories at all.
Vampires, gargoyles, warlocks, they're all the same.
So much trouble.
Cam jiar... You, bitch
He can't help it! It's not his fault!
A work of certifiable genius.
Oh, my God.
You are too late, my friend.
Fine.
You never know when you'll need a fresh one.
Cam jiar... You, bitch
Why can't they just leave us alone?
Help me!
I can help!
I will see them again
Really? The sea?
Igor, help me!
De verdad creíste en algún momento que podías vencerme?
Success!
The exact measure of silver in each bullet?
Ohh, Gabrieeel
It must be such a burden. Such a curse to be the Left Hand of God.
I think this is the door. He just didn't know how to open it.
Now they will kill for revenge.
Thank you. Sorry.
And perhaps the return of my ring.