You fools! Do you think with your crosses and your wafers you can destroy me? Me! You do not know how many men have come against me. I am the king of my kind. You have accomplished nothing, Van Helsing. Time is on my side. In a century, when you are dust, I shall wake and call Lucy, my queen from her grave.
Listen to them, the children of the night. What sad music they make.
Now it is you, my best beloved one. You will be flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. You shall cross land or sea to do my bidding. I need your blood. I need...
Telegraph or come at once. Your dear friend on this saddest of occasions, Jack Seward. Yes, I do hope the professor gets it. That poor, poor man.