For a group that has dedicated their lives to protecting Collinwood against the mysteries of what they have come to collectively call The History tonight has been a disaster. David Collins, having sought to enlist the assistance of The Harker Family, (whom David knows to be directly related to the Collins by marriage), has stormed away from the meeting in anger at the debacle. It would seem that the two families are now even further apart as dark forces long thought to have been vanquished seem to have returned. An Agent Peeters had arrived to give it a name: Dracula! And now, in the aftermath of the shambles of Davids meeting, the Reverend Trask, forlorn and upset that David has lost control of his temper, sets about closing the churchthe meeting room for the secret society of which he has been a member for so long. But as he goes about the ritual of securing the sanctuary, he is unaware that this night events are about to suddenly have some monumental repercussions — for him, and his friends, as he is about to come face-to-face with a power beyond his comprehension.
The meeting had gone badly. Of that there was no doubt, Trask had warned David it was a risk but David had not rebuilt the Collins Family wealth without risk. But where he had hoped the Collinsport Ghost Society, after tonight, would have become a true force to be reckoned with, David has left in anger. And in apparent defeat something Trask had never seen David succumb to before.
There was apparently some ancient accord that cannot be broken, and it threatens to keep the two families divided As Trask moves about the large sanctuary he can not help thinking did David know about this accord, and if so, was he trying to break it by going directly to the grandson? If they need to be allied now was the time what with the coming threat Dracula. He had only heard of him as a legend but now, if this Agent Peeters was correct he was not only very real, he was back. Reverend Trask distractedly begins to move about the sanctuary turning out lights in order to close the church for the night.
Alone, in the large room, his footsteps echo against the high vaulted ceiling. As he approaches the front daissuddenly the doors of the church explode open. Their violence is such that they strike the wall and then bounce back.
Trask turns quickly.
There in the doorway stands a tall, raven-haired woman, she is absolutely in his eyes the definition of beauty.
Slowly, she enters and begins walking down the aisle toward him.
Trask is suddenly aware, by her movement, the stride, the pure predatory walk as she comes down the aisle, what she is
“You can not enter uninvited.” He demands.
“This is a house of God, everyone is invited.” Her voice is pure sensuousness low, smokey.
Trask renews his grip upon his bible. Who are you?
She continues walking toward him. “So the Collins family and the Harkers are aligned.” She says it as a statement rather and a question. The sound of her footsteps, purposeful, even, echoing in the rathers where his once his did. “Interesting.”
Her left hand lightly slaps the back of each pew as she comes down the aisle. “She didn’t tell me about that –”
“Who — who didn’t tell you?’ Trask steps up on the front dais. He doesnt like the sound of the slight slap and she knows it.
“The one who wanted her dead.”
“Wanted who dead? Who are you?”
She comes to a halt to stand at the base of the steps leading up to the dais, looking up at him, “I have been called many names. Countess. The Hungarian Whore. You may call me Elizabeth.”
Her eyes are the bluest eyes he has ever seen.
“But . . . I am here to talk about you — you and your band of zealous friends.”
‘I don’t know what you are talking about.’ Trask tells her, holding to his bible as if for his life.
Lying in the house of God? Doesn’t it say that Liars will not make it into the Kingdom.” Her voice, her stance, everything about her is so wildly sensuous — as if he was standing before some untamed animal . . . one very beautify to behold . . . . but one in which you know that if you get too close and make a wrong move you could quickly get eaten with just one bite.
Trask is now aware he is in dangermortal danger.
“Ah, so you do understand how precarious is your position I would not lie to me again.” She slowly ascends the steps to the dais.
He grasps the crucifix in his pocket wondering how she can stand in the House of God, before the huge cross hanging from the wall, the altar
“The symbols only affect those who had faith who believe in God.” She answers as if hearing his mind’s question. “I lost my faithand gave up believing in God a long, long time ago.”
“There are those
“Slayers of their own kind? Yes, I know.”
‘They will know if you kill me sense it.”
“I can do things to you far worse than death, Reverend.” She eyes shifting to a darker shade of blue, “So, tell me and tell me quick . . . what are your intentions toward my dear departed daughter!”
“What do you mean, your daughter? Trask asks incredulously, You have a daughter? Here, in Collinsport?”
“Yes.” She answers him, “By blood.”
How He takes another step back
Not by blood and water, She quotes to him his scriptures, But by Blood alone.
As if suddenly he can see into her thoughts, Trasks says: “YOUyou are the one who turned Nicole Collins!” He takes a step back — closer to the altar.
I was supposed to kill her.” She steps closer.
But- you didn’t” He still retreats to the base of the huge crucifix.
‘”I lost a daughter once, Ursula –”
Trask, has no where to run, and nothing seems to affect her, the crucifix, the altar and yet, he is amazed that he has survived this long with her it’s as if she wants to, but that can not be. Its almost as ifshe needs toconfess?
“I had noticed the resemblance immediately, how she looked as my Ursula would have if she had lived . . . but it wasn’t until she was lying there
“Dyingyou mean.”
“Yes. ” She said much too casually. But then her eyes began to shift to a lighter shade of blue. “After draining her of blood. Letting her bleed out, actually,”
To Trask it was as if she were remembering, perhaps even reliving the events of that night that night in Paris.
“She looked up to me, pleading. But her eyes were my Ursula’s eyes, looking at me as she looked at me when she lay dying.”
And so”
“I turned her, I took her as my daughter. Yes.” She advances on him slowly, “And now Reverend, you will tell me what you and your friends are planning, what you’re intentions are regarding my dear departed daughter for if they . . .
. . . or that Harkerr
“Or that pack of hunters
Harm her in any way
“I shall rain a vengeance upon this town such that has not been seen since something was written in that book you so foolishly cling to.”
“My God Youre here to protect her.” Trask suddenly realizes.
“Now that Harker has thwarted her plans and Collins, the plans of the one in LondonI am free again to claim that which is of my blood.”
“She will not have you — she will despise you for you have done to her for the very monster that you are!
“I am her mother she has no otherthere is not a drop of their blood in her, she is born of the blood of my heart.”
“My God you truly believe –”
“Why do you not call on a name that might protect you?”
“You’re insane!”
I am Elizabeth Bathory and I have lived for centuries and in all that time I have always gotten what I want and tonight Reverend I want YOU! She steps closer to him and he sees her fangs distend.
“Your God hasn’t protected you yet has he? Why not call on him now! Closer she comes and he moves back, back to the base of the massive cross at the front of the church.
“I need to know that they are planning and you are going to tell me.”
“Never – I would never betray David!”
“Never is very long timeand I know about a long time. You don’t have that long.” She tells him, ‘You will do what I want when I want it.”
“Come to me Trask!” She orders him.
Trask finds himself pulled by an irresistible force, as he steps closer to her.
She opens her mouth wide; he sees the fangs; and she sinks them deep into his neck.
He feels his knees weaken.
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