The men fought the gypsies. Jonathan Harker slashed the throats of the horses, stopping the cart. Van Helsing opened the box. The Count’s eyes flew open—red, furious, burning with hatred. But his power was weak in daylight.
Despite blood transfusions from four brave men—Dr. Seward, Arthur Holmwood (Lucy’s fiancé), Quincey Morris (an American cowboy), and Jonathan Harker (who had just returned, broken but sane)—Lucy died. She was buried in the family tomb. Soon after, children of the village began to vanish at night. They were found in the cemetery, pale and weak, with marks on their necks. They spoke of a “Bloofer Lady” (beautiful lady) who lured them away. dracula short story pdf
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.” The men fought the gypsies
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 Count’s eyes flew open—red, furious, burning with
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.
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.