The group hunted Dracula back to Transylvania. They carried stakes, crucifixes, and holy wafers. Mina wore a circle of garlic around her neck to protect her. At the Borgo Pass, a group of gypsies guarded a wooden box on a cart. Inside lay Count Dracula, sleeping in his native earth. The sun was setting. If it set fully, he would rise and escape.
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Lucy grew pale and weak. Dr. John Seward, a young psychiatrist, called his old teacher, Professor Abraham Van Helsing from Amsterdam. Van Helsing looked at Lucy’s throat and whispered, “This is no ordinary illness. The wounds are like pinpricks. And she is losing blood, but there is no bleeding.” Van Helsing placed garlic flowers around Lucy’s room and wore a crucifix. “These will keep the evil away,” he said. But Lucy’s mother, not understanding, removed the garlic. That night, a bat flew against the window. The next morning, Lucy was deathly pale. Her gums had receded, and her teeth looked longer. dracula short story pdf
As Arthur stepped forward, Van Helsing held him back. He opened a prayer book and held up a crucifix. Lucy’s face twisted into a demon’s mask. She hissed and tried to flee.
Quincey Morris fell, mortally wounded by a gypsy’s knife. He whispered to Mina, “I am glad to die… a man’s death.” Seven years later, Jonathan and Mina had a son, whom they named Quincey. The scars of the past remained, but the nightmare was over. Dracula was truly dead. And yet… The group hunted Dracula back to Transylvania
Jonathan took a great Bowie knife and plunged it into Dracula’s throat. At the same time, Quincey Morris drove a stake through his heart. The Count’s body crumbled into dust before their eyes. A smile of peace crossed his hideous face—then nothing.
Van Helsing took the three men to Lucy’s tomb at midnight. The coffin was empty. When they returned the next night, they found Lucy inside—but she looked alive, flushed and smiling. Her eyes glowed with a red light. At the Borgo Pass, a group of gypsies
Jonathan soon noticed strange things. The Count had no servants. He never ate or drank with Jonathan. And he climbed the walls of the castle like a lizard. One night, Jonathan saw him crawl headfirst down the sheer stone exterior.
But Jonathan was a man of business, not of superstition. As night fell, a black coach drawn by four horses arrived. The driver’s face was hidden in shadow. They raced through the Borgo Pass, and wolves howled on every side. At last, the great castle loomed before him—a crumbling fortress of stone and decay. Count Dracula greeted him at the door. He was a tall, pale man dressed in black. His breath smelled of blood, and his hands were cold as ice. “Welcome,” he said in a low, polite voice. “Enter freely and of your own will.”
They drove a wooden stake through her heart. Her body crumbled into dust. Arthur wept, but peace returned to her face. The men now understood. Count Dracula had traveled to England by ship—the Demeter—whose entire crew had vanished or been found drained of blood. The Count had taken up residence at Carfax Abbey. Mina, now married to Jonathan, fell under Dracula’s power. He forced her to drink his blood, creating a bond between them.