She lives beyond
the grace of God, a wanderer in the outer darkness. She is "vampyr",
"nosferatu". These creatures do not die like the bee after the first
sting, but instead grow strong and become immortal once infected by another nosferatu.
So, my friends we fight not one beast but legions that go on age after age
after age, feeding on the blood of the living.
I condemn you to
living death. To eternal hunger for living blood.
Yeah, she was in
great pain! Then we cut off her head, and drove a stake through her heart, and
burned it, and then she found peace.
Oh, the terrible
struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the
sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as
it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no
dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but
sweet dreams.
Oh, the terrible
struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the
sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror
as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no
dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but
sweet dreams.
There was one
great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned.
On it was but one word, DRACULA.
With his long
sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out,
he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my
neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or
swallow...
Yeah, she was in
great pain! Then we cut off her head, and drove a stake through her heart, and
burned it, and then she found peace.
Con la colaboración del Departamento de Inglés
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