1:07:03
There was a strange
comfort in that thought.
1:07:06
For what couId the damned reaIIy
have to say to the damned?
1:07:12
You found nothing?
1:07:13
Peasant rumors...
1:07:15
...superstitions about garIic...
1:07:17
...crosses...
1:07:18
...the oId stake in the heart.
1:07:21
But one of our kind?
1:07:23
Not a whisper.
1:07:27
There are no vampires in TransyIvania?
No Count DracuIa?
1:07:31
Fictions, my friend.
1:07:32
The vuIgar fictions of a demented Irishman.
1:07:36
Paris...
1:07:37
...September, 1870.
1:07:40
"The cit"y "I'd alwa"y"s dreamed of."
1:07:43
I was Creole, after all,
and Paris was the mother of New Orleans.
1:07:47
A universe whole and entire unto herself.
1:08:24
We were alive again.
1:08:26
Just the two of us.
1:08:28
And so euphoric was I
"that I" y"ielded to her ever"y "desire."
1:08:44
So it was...
1:08:46
...when I'd given up the
search for vampires...
1:08:49
...that a vampire found me.