I have crossed oceans of time to find you.
Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?
Mina, to walk with me you must die to your breathing life and be reborn to mine.
Then, I give you life eternal. Everlasting love. The power of the storm. And the beasts of the earth. Walk with me to be my loving wife, forever.
I… love you too much to condemn you.
There is much to be learned from beasts.
Absinthe is the aphrodisiac of the self. The green fairy who lives in the absinthe wants your soul. But you are safe with me.
Listen to them: the children of the night. What sweet music they make.
I am the monster that breathing men would kill. I am Dracula.
I, who served the Cross. I, who commanded nations, hundreds of years before you were born.
I was betrayed. Look what your God has done to me!
I condemn you to living death. To eternal hunger for living blood.
The blood is the life… and it shall be mine.
Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways. And to you there shall be many strange things.
Take care how you cut yourself. It is more dangerous than you think.
A foul bauble of man’s vanity. Perhaps you should grow a beard.
The letters I requested, have you written them?
Good. Should you leave these rooms, you will not by any chance go to sleep in any other part of the castle. It is old and has many bad memories. Be warned.
Is this my reward for defending God’s church?
I RENOUNCE GOD! I RENOUNCE HIM! I shall rise from my own death, to avenge hers with all the powers of darkness.
I shall rise from my own death, to avenge hers with all the powers of darkness.
You will, I trust, excuse me if I do not join you. But, I have already dined, and I never drink… wine.
The Order of the Dracul, the Dragon. An ancient society, pledging my forefathers to defend the church against all enemies of Christ. Their relationship was not entirely… successful.
It is no laughing matter! We Draculs have a right to be proud! What devil or witch was ever so great as Atilla, whose blood flows in these veins? Blood…
Is too precious a thing in these times. The war-like days are over. The victories of my great race are but a tale to be told. I am the last of my kind.
Renfield, you have betrayed me!
Your impotent men with their foolish shells cannot protect you from my power. I condemn you to living death. To eternal hunger for living blood.
