then and there.
l want you to take this, my sister.
it's my wedding gift to you.
- No, Lucy ...
- Don't worry about me.
I'll be all right.
Tell Jonathan oceans of love.
Jack, how is she?
- This is why l cannot breathe!
- it's medicinal.
- it's nothing but common garlic!
- Quincey has come to see you.
Miss Lucy, you just rest easy.
Arthur sent me to take care of you.
lf you don't get better, l'll have
to put you out of your misery.
Quincey, you're such a beast.
Kiss me, Quincey.
Kiss me.
Kiss me!
- That old coot!
- Get off me!
Lucy, listen to me. Sleep now.
Look there and there.
Nosferatu.
''Here follows the shocking history
of the berserk Prince Dracula.''
''He impaled people and roasted them,
and boiled their heads.''
''He skinned them alive, hacked them
to pieces and drank their blood.''
Dracul.
Her blood is the life.
My dearest Prince, forgive me.
l have received word from my fiancй
in Romania. l am to join him.
We are to be married.
l will never see you again.
Mina.
it is odd, but l feel almost
that my strange friend is with me.
He speaks to me in my thoughts.
With him l felt alive.
Without him, soon to be a bride,
l feel confused and lost.
Perhaps, though l try to be good,
l am a bad, inconstant woman.
Winds! Winds!
Winds!
it is the cause.
it is Dracula, the undead.
The foe l have pursued all my life!
Jack, hurry.
l have much to tell you.
Guard her well, Mr. Morris.
Do not fail here tonight.
We are dealing with forces
of enormous power.
Guard her well, or your Lucy
will become a bitch of the Devil.
A whore of darkness!
You're a sick old buzzard!
Hear me out. Lucy is not a random
victim, attacked by mere accident.
She is a willing recruit,
l dare say a devoted disciple.
She is the Devil's concubine!
Do you understand me?
Yet we may still save her soul.
But not on an empty stomach.
- Jack, l starve. Feed me!
- You old coot!
Your impotent men
with their foolish spells -
- cannot protect you
from my power.
l condemn you to living death.
To eternal hunger for living blood.
Jack.
l know how deeply you loved her.
That is why you must trust me.
- l need some post-mortem knives.
- An autopsy? Lucy?
No, l just want to cut off her head
and take out her heart.
Diary, 17th September.
Poor Jonathan.
He's still so ill, but cheered
by the familiar streets of London.
For me, now that Lucy is dead,
it is a sad homecoming.
A part of me is dead, too,
except for the tiny hope -
- that l will again see my prince.
ls he here?
Now that l am married, l understand
the feeling that l have for him.
He is always in my thoughts.
- Jonathan, what is it?
- it is the man himself!
Look, he has grown young!
Gentlemen ...
Must we desecrate poor Lucy's grave?
She died horribly enough.
lf Miss Lucy's dead, no wrong can
be done, but if she's not dead ...
- Has she been buried alive?
- No ...
- She is undead. Undead.
- This is insane.
Gentlemen, shall we?
One, two, three ...
Where is she?
Where is she?
What have you done with her?
She lives beyond the grace of God.
A wanderer in the outer darkness.
She is vampyre, nosferatu.
These creatures do not die, -
- but grow strong and immortal
once infected by another nosferatu.
We fight not one beast,
but the legions of the ages, -
- feeding on the blood
of the living.
Quickly, hide!
Lucy!
Come to me, Arthur.
Leave these others and come to me.
My arms are hungry for you, darling.
Kiss me and caress me,
my darling husband.
We are strong in the Lord
and the power of his might!
We are strong in the Lord
and the power of his might.
We are strong in the Lord
and the power of his might.
We are strong in the Lord
and the power of his might.
l bring you from shadow into light.
l cast you out,
the Prince of Darkness!
A moment's courage and it is done.
Take the stake in your left hand.
Place the point over the heart.
Then, in God's name, strike. Now!
Eat! You will need your strength