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Dracula's Daughter

... But...I suppose I could get it from the office. She spends a lot of money here and her bills are paid by check. It's very risky for a man in my position, of course..." Gwen took out another note. She passed them both and even gave his hand a squeeze for good measure. Then she went back out into the foggy night, where Helen waited with the cab. She talked more on the way home than she had for months, but Gwen hardly heard her. She could hear nothing over the beating of her own heart. *** Van Helsing's was rarely in London and his flat was a spare place. He did his best to make Gwen comfortable, but instead she paced the room, casting suspicious glances at the world outside the windows. "He was completely changed, but I'm sure it was him. Oh God, it was awful. Imagine the thing that could do that to John..." Van Helsing put down the book he'd been looking at, balancing it on a stack of others. "We do not have to imagine. We know." "Do you mean that all of those things the people in the village told us were true?" "All of those and more. As much as it upsets you, it's a lucky stroke for all of us that you were there tonight. I have been searching for the vector of this outbreak and it seems you have found her." Gwen turned and all but ran to him and took his hand. "Then we have to help him. Right now, without waiting another moment. I don't know if I believe any of this, Professor, but I know I'll do anything to get John back." "To go now would doom us all. At night this ...

... countess has most terrible power. It's during the day, when she lies asleep in her coffin, when we must strike. We do not know where her coffin may be, but there is one person who does: John." "The doorman gave me an address: 32 Brussel Place." "If she is really the spawn of Dracula then she will be more cunning than to hide in the obvious place. But we may find John there. As long as he lives, his soul is his own, even if his will has been completely consumed, and in his soul I think he loves you. That gives us a power she will never have. But if she realizes we know about her, we will lose every advantage. She will flee and perhaps kill John, and make him her slave forever." Gwen set the line of her mouth. "I won't let that happen." "You are a brave woman. That's good. You'll have to be for what's ahead." Now he went to the window, and Gwen followed after him. "What do we do first?' "First we wait for day. And then the difficult part begins." *** John waked and slept and waked and dreamed and waked again, but whether sleeping or waking he moved and spoke and acted all the same. A collage of images fluttered before his eyes and disappeared: The countess kissing another man, then two other men, then kissing John, then back to the other two. He saw both men kneel at her feet, one kissing the sculpted roundness of her calves while she toyed with the other, cupping his face and pulling him up for a kiss and then dropping him without one. Naked bodies twined around each other in the ...