deux orphelines vampires, Les

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TWO ORPHAN VAMPIRES

GLYCINES ORPHANAGE

GLYCINES ORPHANAGE

FOUNDED BY THE ABBESS OF SAINT-AUBIN

You say they've been blind since birth?

I don't think so.

They say that they could see

as little girls.

Something inexplicable happened.

They said that the colors

just disappeared one day.

Colors?

They could no longer distinguish colors?

That's right.

They saw in black and white.

That's impossible.

Has anyone examined them before me?

But of course.

Their blindness is inexplicable.

But who are they?

We don't know.

They are abandoned children.

We know nothing of-

Here they come.

This is Dr. Dennery, my children.

He is a respected eye specialist.

The best perhaps.

Look at me.

Open your eyes wide.

- What is it?

- What are you doing?

You're moving too fast!

I'm scared.

Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you.

I am here to help.

You're right. They can't see.

I don't see anything out of the ordinary.

They're our little blind angels, you know.

We try to protect them.

Sister Martha

even neglects the other orphans a bit.

I should scold you, Sister Martha.

We all hope that one day,

a man of means -

a man from a good family-

will adopt them.

A man of science, for example.

A doctor who could look after them

and nurse them

and maybe one day -

With God's help.

Cure them.

A cure?

That would be marvelous!

We would be so happy.

Oh, that is impossible.

It is God's will

that we see nothing at all.

We must accept our fate.

Good night, dear.

Good night.

Good night, children.

Good night.

Perhaps you'll soon have

a wonderful surprise.

But hush.

God's will is a mystery.

Good night, little angels.

Dear Lord, I beg of you,

make it so that the good Dr. Dennery

adopts our little martyrs.

They are so dear,

so patient,

so innocent, so gentle.

How good it is to inhale our daytime.

To see, finally.

- See how clear the night is?

- Yes, I see.

I see!

The deserted countryside

beneath the moon.

And over there, in the cemetery,

that poor dog

searching among the graves.

A stray animal, abandoned.

- Shall we join him?

- Sure! Everyone is sleeping.

Sister Martha will be

making her rounds at 2:00.

We'll be back before then.

We came from under there.

Do you think we're dead or alive?

We're both.

And the memories?

Do you remember?

I mean before.

What We were before HOW.

A bit.

Images, with no beginning or end.

But I know that we both existed,

as we are now.

I believe that, before, we had a mishap,

and we died.

And we returned, as always.

The others -

the other deaths from before -

each time, we had a mishap.

Do you remember?

The two orphans we were,

and who died,

I feel like I see them, I hear them.

They're the ones who remember us.

Isn't that why we return each time?

Of course!

Others kill us. They kill us violently.

But we return.

Henriette, I don't believe

that we're only a dream.

Two orphans who incarnate into reality.

They can't understand that,

all those who hunt us down.

If they knew-

You know, Henriette,

if they knew that we're a dream,

they would love and protect us.

Because, that way,

they could dream about us.

That's not how it happens.

They find us out,

we have a mishap,

we are killed

and then we return.

- It's like a game?

- A strange game.

But who decides the rules of the game?

No one.

Everything simply is. That's all.

Nobody is responsible.

It's like that.

It's just the way it is.

Why are you crying?

I'm afraid that

we're going to be killed again.

So we will return again!

But what if we didn't come back?

What if one day things went wrong

and we stayed dead forever?

Oh, well,

if such a thing happened,

they would dream of the two orphan girls

who could be reborn.

You hear it?

Right there.

There's a house with an open window.

Someone is listening to music.

You hear it?

If they see us,

they'll think we're ghosts!

But we are ghosts!

Come, come.

Yes, good dog.

I remember.

It was far away.

There was a bridge, I think.

Yes.

We were on a bridge.

The night was blue, like all our nights.

We weren't blind

because we could see blue.

It was the hour of the hunt.

What happened after that?

We had a mishap.

But before?

Before we died?

What then?

We drank and quenched our thirst.

Come, let's go.

There's no more music,

and we're alive in today,

not dead in yesterday.

You're right.

Sister Martha will

soon be making rounds.

Besides, in a little while,

we'll have forgotten our last death.

Come.

We are alive, and all the others,

it is they who are dead.

And you - do you remember anything?

Anything from before?

Close your eyes.

Do you see?

Yes.

Trains with voyagers,

with merchandise.

From here to infinity.

Yes, I remember as well.

I can see them too.

We are wanderers,

and our roamings are meetings

with creatures that are as strange as we are.

It was daytime, and we were blind.

We came from away, far away.

That's it.

Who was chasing us?

I've forgotten.

Then we found ourselves there.

Someone's there.

Who are you?

You don't speak?

Are you hiding too?

I'm from nowhere and everywhere.

If I haunt this train station,

it's because it is silent and solitary.

You know, I'm crazy.

Everyone says so.

Both of you also look a little crazy.

I was in one of their clinics,

but then I escaped.

You're blind, huh?

Not all the time.

Nighttime's coming.

We will see!

At night we see blue.

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