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Dracula's Daughter

Note: The 1936 film “Dracula’s Daughter,” a sequel to 1931’s “Dracula” starring Bela Lugosi, was delayed for years because studio censors would not approve the script. In the end the entire project was rewritten, and the released film bore almost no resemblance to the proposed one. This story adapts the rejected scripts. It’s the author’s sincere hope that the censors rolls over their graves at it. *** They reached Borgo Pass well before sundown, but the coach driver would go no further. "I should not even have taken you this far," he said. David tapped his foot. "If it's a question of money--" "It's not. You should come back to the village. Nothing good will happen to you here. And with such beautiful young ladies..." He gave Gwen and Helen a sympathetic look. Gwen humored him with a smile, but Helen was too busy with her sketchbook to notice, charcoal flying across a blank page and recreating the jagged lines of the mountains around them. John unloaded their traveling bags from the top of the coach, tossing them to David. "Let the man go if he's scared of a few bogeys," John said. "We'll camp out in the castle and make the next town on foot." He clapped David on the shoulder, but his brother would not banish the sour look on his face. The driver wheeled his coach around and gave them one last somber stare. "If you insist on daring the castle, be well away from it by dark. For your mothers' sakes." They watched him trundle back down the mountain road until the coach was ...

... only a black speck. John quirked an eyebrow. "Well, he was colorful." "He's a cheat," David said, shouldering his pack. "We paid him for the whole way." "But you knew he wouldn't take us beyond the pass. Everyone in the village said so." Gwen touched David on the cheek. "Think what an amusing anecdote this will be for your book." David's face finally softened, and he kissed Gwen once on the lips. "I hope Helen made a good sketch of that scaredy-cat look on his face,” John said. “Please tell me you did, darling? Did you see how his mustache curled when he was afraid? Do you think I can train mine to do that?" He demonstrated with two fingers. Helen gave him a thin-lipped smile and said, "John dear, let's hurry. If we don't get to the ruins soon the light will fail and I won't be able to make any decent sketches." All four shouldered their traveling packs and, arm in arm, they set off into the craggy Transylvanian wilderness. Soon they sighted their objective: The lonely, foreboding tower of Castle Dracula. *** "It certainly is a grim place," Gwen said, surveying the courtyard. "I see why the villagers are so frightened. It must have been deserted for centuries." "No, only recently," Helen said. "To hear the villagers tell it, Count Dracula himself lived here until just a few years ago. He moved to London and died shortly after." "Which Count Dracula?" David said, alarmed. "There hasn't been an heir to the House of Dracula since the 14th century." The castle was quiet, gloomy, and ...