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Dracula's Daughter

... skeletal. Thick curtains of cobwebs shrouded everything, ensnaring the central staircase. Now and then some rooting animal stirred in a dark corner. John climbed up and swept the cobwebs from one of the great stone windows, letting the feeble sunlight in. "After you went to bed early like an old maid, Helen and I stayed up and learned all about the great House of Dracula from the locals. Shall we tell them the story, dear?" Helen was sketching the castle entry and only nodded in reply. David looked impatient. John crept up to Gwen and leered. "It’s not a story for the faint of heart. You see, Count Dracula was what the locals call one of...the undead." He held up two fingers to indicate long teeth. David rolled his eyes but Gwen shrank a little closer to him and tucked one hand into his. "Apparently one night back in those old 14th century days the count took it into his head to kidnap all the pretty young village girls for one of his parties. The peasants stormed the castle, and they even brought a genuine black-magic sorcerer with them." "Where did they find a thing like that?" said David. "Maybe in those days there was one in every village, like having a dentist or a locksmith on call. Anyway, apparently the wizard cursed all of Dracula's guests and turned the count himself into a vampire, so that he could be eternally punished for his wicked ways." "Sounds more like a punishment for the poor villagers, having to live with a vampire in the old castle!" Gwen said. John ...

... shrugged. "You buy black magic, you get what you pay for. Anyway, that's the way people around here tell it. Now isn't that a plum for your book, David?" "Peasant superstitions," David said, although he was making notes anyway. "You're writing a book on Transylvanian history but you don't believe in vampires?" "Complete nonsense.” Before he could say more, something stirred at the top of the stairs. All four froze, then turned to look. There was only the fluttering of cobwebs. John grinned. "The light won't last much longer in these mountains," Helen said. "Let's find the highest place in the castle and get the best view we can." "You two big important researchers do that," John said. "Gwen and I will set up camp and maybe go find the room where the count kept all his dead wives." David took an electric torch from his bag and poked a hole in the curtain of cobwebs over the main stairs large enough to admit a person. John kissed Helen on the cheek and then on the lips. "Don't get so wrapped up in the angles that you go falling off a tower. We'll have a hard time getting you down the aisle in a body cast. Not that I wouldn't push your hospital bed every inch to the altar myself." She stroked his fingers, giving him a long, silent look full of feeling. Gwen felt an unpleasant twinge in her chest. David and Helen disappeared up the gloomy staircase, David and the electric light leading the way. Gwen opened the packs, dutifully fixing up bedrolls, but as soon as the others were out of ...