Dracula

by Bram Stoker

“It is the eve of St. George’s Day. Do you not know that to-night, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway? Do you know where you are going, and what you are going to?”

“vlkoslak”—both

Vampire

“Denn die Todten reiten schnell”— (“For the dead travel fast.”)

So bro is dead?

“I am Dracula;

he is dead.

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

But still in none of the rooms is there a mirror.

Tht really reflects on the count >0<

boyar;

Peter Hawkins.

Paula Hawkins (girl on the train)

Thats why theres no mirrorsss hes dead!

When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat. I drew away, and his hand touched the string of beads which held the crucifix. It made an instant change in him, for the fury passed so quickly that I could hardly believe that it was ever there.

In no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit. The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner!

In his speaking of things and people, and especially of battles, he spoke as if he had been present at them all.

Thats cuz he dead and ancient

Romanoffs

TASHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i also adore Yelena but shes belova

my only doubt was as to whether any dream could be more terrible than the unnatural, horrible net of gloom and mystery which seemed closing around me.

But my very feelings changed to repulsion and terror when I saw the whole man slowly emerge from the window and begin to crawl down the castle wall over that dreadful abyss, face down with his cloak spreading out around him like great wings.

Nooooo not creepy AT ALL wtf

What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man?

Vert poetic

the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere “modernity” cannot kill.

The past contains power

gentle breasts were sad for their menfolk away in the midst of remorseless wars.

Tht is potentially the most sexist sentence i have ever read. Not potentially. It IS.

I know now the span of my life. God help me!

When she saw my face at the window she threw herself forward, and shouted in a voice laden with menace:— “Monster, give me my child!”

So dracqueen eats only kids? Thats dark…

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and how dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

have not yet seen the Count in the daylight.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm very suspicious he can't see daylight he is nocturnal

Can it be that he sleeps when others wake, that he may be awake whilst they sleep?

Hereafter

Your heade for heaven the sweet olf eeereeafter and ive gt one fooot ithe door

The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me; with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.

Well... It just keeps getting darker…

away from this cursed spot, from this cursed land, where the Devil and his children still walk with earthly feet!

LUCY

Hehe

Omnia Romae venalia sunt.

Hell has its price

aurora borealis.”

Northern lights

There is a method in his madness,

Oh, Lucy, Lucy, I cannot be angry with you, nor can I be angry with my friend whose happiness is yours; but I must only wait on hopeless and work. Work! work!

“men like trees walking.”

“As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean.”

cum grano,

Grain in spanish

“Lucy! Lucy!”

Stuart macbride in the woods cosmic blue mystic violet jade green maroon xmas-rolife, diy amigurumu

Indeed, it might have been serious, for the skin of her throat was pierced. I must have pinched up a piece of loose skin and have transfixed it, for there are two little red points like pin-pricks, and on the band of her nightdress was a drop of blood.

He turned her into a vampire

for, though sympathy can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.

Between me and the moonlight flitted a great bat,

He can turn into a bat

Last night I found her leaning out when I woke up, and when I tried to wake her I could not; she was in a faint. When I managed to restore her she was as weak as water, and cried silently between long, painful struggles for breath.

She needs the moonlight at night to survive and she needs to avoid sunlight

heard a lot of dogs howling—the

Werewolves

C2HCl3O.

Chloral

Jack Sheppard

Look into (john)

My dear, please Almighty God, your life may be all it promises: a long day of sunshine, with no harsh wind, no forgetting duty, no distrust.

violent all day then quiet from moonrise to sunrise.

Sounds like dracqueen has something to do with this

except a big bat,

Omg yas it is dracqueeen

My face is ghastly pale, and my throat pains me.

She is becoming vampire

for I don’t seem ever to get air enough.

Ze moõnlight

“I cannot tell you how I loathe talking about myself.”

LETTER, ABRAHAM VAN HELSING, M.D., D.PH., D.LIT., ETC., ETC.,

Lolllllllllllll hes got so many degrees!

Nay, I am not jesting. This is no jest, but life and death, perhaps more.”

He knows of vampires