The World of the Vampires

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THE WORLD OF THE VAMPIRES

- What is that?

- What?

It looks like a pillar of smoke.

There's a man...

- What's going on here?

- I don't know.

He's not going away.

Let's get out of here.

He might attack us!

Release me!

Anna... Anna!

Astaroth,

king of darkness,

evil spirit that all here

came to adore.

On this stone, you triumphed

for the first time.

On it, we offer a new wife to you.

On the stone, our destiny is written.

The circle formed by your wives

will soon see you reach

the cabalistic figure.

With this dagger,

I was murdered more than

one hundred years ago

by a man who carried

the cursed name of... Colman!

That wound ended my terrestrial life

before my mission against the

human form was finished.

I was sentenced to life in the dark.

He made me live in perpetual night.

And since that cursed day,

I continue to pursue all those

which have caused me misfortune,

those who bear this name

that took my life.

But my tasks are not achieved.

There still remains three members of

the condemned family.

You,

I equipped you with the eyes of the spirit,

and from now on you can

help me to see through time and space.

Go and seek out my enemies.

What do you see?

I see an old man.

It is he.

What else do you see?

Two young women.

They are very beautiful.

One is sad.

The other laughs.

They are occupied with their guests.

I hear music.

They are the three members

of the cursed family.

The mandate of Astaroth orders me

to exterminate all of them

before the end of the full moon.

Only then

will my mission end along with one

hundred years of that crime against me.

If I do not finish on time,

I will need the patience to wait

another hundred years.

They are condemned,

nobody will be able to save them.

But as long as they refuse to join

the legion of the living dead,

I will not be able to give the signal

which will launch the conquest

of the universe.

We will absolutely destroy all of

the reprehensible human race.

We will form a new species

of immortals.

We will be gods.

We will reign on Earth

until the end of time.

Rise...

You are now immortal.

Like the rest of us.

Now, I would like to ask our guest,

Mr. Rodolfo Sabre,

if we he would honor us

with his beautiful playing.

Honestly, I am not a pianist.

When we lived in the capital,

you played.

Yes, but the music I play

today is very different.

I am sure that we will enjoy it.

Please play something...

In reality, I create music

from a point of view very different than

the way you think.

What are you saying, my boy?

One could say that I study

the science of music, in a way.

The effects of sound

on living beings, for example.

I don't quite understand.

Does anyone else?

I'm trying to say that there are

musical sounds and vibrations,

which are able to produce the strangest

and most marvelous effects.

They can kill an animal...

Or a person.

- Make them insane.

- Seriously?

And there are still vibrations which

have not been discovered.

Why don't you play a little of this music?

I have warned you,

you won't like it.

Was it the music that made

the dog made bark like that?

Dogs have more sensitive

ears than us.

They can hear very far.

The melody I played causes

a very special reaction.

It's not possible.

The music contains elements that are

aggressive, humorous,

religious, terrifying.

It produces an effect on

all types of beings.

Concentrate, and tell me

what you feel.

What sensations did music

cause you to feel?

I do not know... it was strange.

But my spirit left my body

during one moment.

I do not know why.

But I thought of the

death of our mother.

And I was in the Pantheon.

It did not astonish me.

According to what is said

in Transylvania,

this music calls the dead.

See, certain combinations of notes

have varying capabilities.

What a surprise, Mr. Subotai!

I thought that you would not come,

since you never accept invitations

from anybody.

We are very proud to have

you in our home.

I suppose that you all know

Mr. Subotai.

- Isn't he handsome?

- Rather, very tempting.

Don't they say

he's very wealthy?

It must be true...

And yet his house is practically

in ruins.

Is it the one next to the cemetery?

What do you think?

Do you think he inherited it?

What an icy stare...

don't you think?

See how he looks at Mirta?

Haven't we already met?

Mr. Rodolfo Sabre is a former friend

from the Capital.

When you arrived,

Rodolfo was playing us some very

strange music on the piano.

Why not let our guest listen?

Another of those melodies with

the strange abilities.

I assure you, it is fascinating.

A passionate music, is it not?

- What do you think?

- I don't know.

You have an air like...

I thought, that you enjoy

strange music.

Perhaps we have a different idea...

of what is truly artistic.

You will certainly be enchanted by

Rodolfo's music.

Go. Do not pray.

As you like.

For the last hour, Rodolfo played us

a melody which, according to him,

makes the dead rise from their tombs.

I do not know why but I have

just remembered

an old melody that has a curious tradition

in Central Europe.

Stop that!

Calm down, everyone.

What's gotten into you?

Stop that...

I could not contain myself. But...

But this melody reminded me

of a painful memory,

a family disgrace.

It is only one regrettable and

unhappy chance.

Rodolfo did not want

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