...and he has promised to make me immortal.
How?
Get him off.
The blood is the life.
The blood is the life.
30th May, Castle Dracula.
I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul.
The count...
...the way he looked at Mina's picture fills me with dread...
...as if I have a part to play in a story that is not known to me.
I didn't hear you come in.
Take care how you cut yourself.
It is more dangerous than you think.
A foul bauble of man's vanity.
Perhaps you should...
...grow a beard.
The letters I requested.
Have you written them?
Good.
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 bad memories.
Be warned.
- I'm sure I understand.
Do not put your faith in such trinkets of deceit.
We are in Transylvania.
Transylvania is not England.
Our ways are not your ways.
And to you...
...there shall be many strange things.
I've seen many strange things already.
Bloody wolves chasing me through some blue inferno.
Listen to them.
The children of the night.
What sweet music they make.
Music? Those animals?
I did as Dracula instructed.
I wrote three letters.
To the firm, to my family and to my beloved Mina.
I said nothing of my fears as he will read them, no doubt.
I know now that I am a prisoner.
Jonathan.
Jonathan, come to me.
Come.
Lay down.
Lay back into my arms.
Lay back, Jonathan.
How dare you touch him.
He belongs to me.
You yourself never loved.
Yes. I too can love.
And I shall love again.
Are we to have nothing tonight?
'Dearest Mina,
all is well here.
The count has insisted I remain for a month...
...to tutor him in English custom.
I can say no more,
except I love you.
Ever faithful, Jonathan. ”
The letters I have written have undoubtedly sealed my doom.
The count's gypsies, fearless warriors who are loyal to the death...
...to whatever nobleman they serve...
...day and night they toil,
filling boxes with decrepit earth...
...from the bowels of the castle.
They are to be delivered to his newly acquired Carfax Abbey in London.
Why do they fill these boxes with earth?
I love him. I love him.
It's so wonderful.
I've decided.
I love him and I've said yes.
Finally. Don't tell me.
The Texan with the big knife?
Oh, no.
To my dear number three.
Lord Arthur Holmwood.
Lord and Lady Holmwood.
You are to be my maid of honor.
Oh, say yes.
Mina, what is it?
It's the most exciting day of my life.
You don't seem to care.
It's just that I'm so terribly worried about Jonathan.
This letter I received is so...
It's so cold. It's so unnatural.
It's not like him at all.
Mina, don't worry.
Captain's log: The Demeter.
27th June, 1897.
We picked up 50 boxes of experimental earth...
...bound for London, England.
Set sail at noon into a storm...
...that seemed to come out of nowhere...
...carrying us out to sea.
Third of July.
Second mate has gone missing.
Nearing Gibraltar.
Storm continues. Crew uneasy.
Believe someone or something...
...is aboard the ship with us.
Master, I am here.
The master of all life is at hand.
Gather round.
I am here to do your bidding, master.
I have worshipped you long and far off.
And now you are near, master.
I am your slave.
I await your command.
The case of Renfield grows more interesting.
Yet, there is method in his madness with his flies and spiders.
Had I the secret of even one such brilliant mind...
...the key to the fancy of one lunatic...
Lucy.
Lucy? Lucy.
No. Do not see me.
Oh. I couldn't control myself.
Hush, Lucy. You're dreaming.
You're walking in your sleep again.
My soul,
it seemed to leave my body.
There was this agonizing feeling,
and I couldn't get back to it.
I'm absolutely shaking.
It's all right.
You were dreaming.
I had to. It sort of pulled me and lured me.
I had no control.
- It's all right.
It had red eyes.
- Hush now.
I still have the taste of his blood in my