UNIVERSAL STUDIOS DRACULA take II

It was morning in Great Britain for the people of Whitby. They had gathered at Whitby Harbor to see the derelict vessel that had recently docked.

“Must be a Scandinavian ship,” Michael suggested.

“Here now, here now, get back,” ordered Jeff the port guards, “Nobody goes aboard this here boat until the authorities get here.”

The guardsman only knew he was doing his duty though he had no memory of any life before the last hour since the ship had arrived. Jeff did see a shadow of a man attached to the steering wheel, though he looked to be dead by his position.

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Later aboard the deck of the Vesta, several of the port workers and 2 constables carefully searched around. They were determined to find the cause of the sea vessel's state.

“Captain’s dead, tied to the wheel” stated Tim, investigator with no memory like the port guard, “Horrible tragedy, horrible tragedy.”

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Meanwhile in the cargo hold, Betty Renfield saw a beam of light shining through the deck board. The brunette knew that morning had arrived and so she tapped on the box to talk to her master.

“Master, we’re here,” she madly whispers, with widening grin, “You can’t hear what I’m saying but we’re here, we’re safe.”

The young woman went and locked the box so no 1 would bother her master.

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Back on the Vesta's deck, the investigation into the **** of the captain and the missing crew was still going on.

“They must have come through a terrible storm,” suggested George another investigator who alongside Tim, had no other memories beyond the current situation.

Everyone on the deck then heard what sounded like chuckles as they neared the cargo hatch. It was Betty Renfield, formerly of the Bugle Real Estate Company.

“What’s that?” asked John, a port worker.

The laughing sounds appear to get louder, and it was making everyone nervous. Tim and George knew that this had to be a clue. Upon careful listening to the loud giggles, it was found to be coming from the cargo hold.

“Quiet,” demanded Tim.

“It comes from that hatch way,” said Sean, another port worker.

1 of the men then walked over to and opened the hatch to find a young, brunette woman at the bottom of the stairs while clutching the wooden railing. Betty was grinning madly, chuckling to herself. Theses fools will not find her master, nor will they try.

“Why, she’s mad!” responded John, the port worker.

“Look at her eye!” points out George the investigator.

“Why, the woman’s gone crazy!” Sean the port worker cries.

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It was night when the King of the Vampyr took a look around, this world's Whitby looked to very interesting. After looking about, he found a newspaper stand from which he lifted the paper called the Daily Bugle. The headline, ‘CREW OF CORPSES FOUND ON DERELICT VESSEL SCHOONER VESTA DRIFTS INTO WHITBY HARBOR AFTER STORM BEARING GRUESOME CARGO.’ He chuckled as he found the article that told of a raving lunatic who ate bugs and small living things for blood. His ****’s dream self ha painted a strange picture of herself or maybe this was just the dream Nightmare created. And there it was, the darkness enveloping everything as the surroundings all fade to oblivion…again.

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As Vlad looked around, it became apparent that the creators of the film had never been to England. As traveled the dream streets, he saw many people. The trick was to pick apart the 1s dreaming from the dream characters. Like this young woman, she was in her mid to late teens with a bushy squirrel tail proportionately sized to her body and offering flowers to sell to passersby. Dracula approached her and she offered him flowers but then decided to put 1 back in her basket. Doreen Greene did not know why but here she was selling flowers until a much older man neared her, something about him terrified her but she pulled out a new flower and offered it to him anyway. The way he was looking at her was horrifying, she was in fear, she felt her heart race. He knew what had to be done, he just hoped that demon appreciated his efforts as he bent down to embrace and swiftly snap her neck. As he walked away Vlad heard a scream, he assumed nothing and continued on his way.

He was Constable Sam Wilson and knew what to do when he found the girl’s body on the ground, he stood next to the corpse of the squirrel-tailed girl blowing his whistle. A crowd started to gather around but Constable Wilson knew to keep them at away.

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As Vlad made his way down the street, he found himself among a crowd of people in front of a symphony theatre. He smiled as he entered the music house, knowing his intended bride’s dream-self was within. As soon as the dream-walker entered the building he found a stewardess to attend to him. She immediately led him to the private boxes. Dracula then gave her an order to deliver a message.

“And after you deliver the message, you will remember nothing I now say, obey,” he commands the dream figure.

The Vampyr King removes his cape-like robes and top-hat as the stewardess walked over to 1 of the private boxes and opened the curtains to reveal 1 Caucasian woman with long, red-hair styled upward on the far right and 1 woman of African descent with very short hair on the far left, both in period dresses. In between them was 1 balding older man with greying, black hair and 1 with blonde hair younger man.

“Doctor Jarvis?” stated the stewardess to the balding gentleman with dark hair.

“Yes,” responded the older gentleman.

“You’re wanted on the telee-phone,” explained the stewardess.

“Thank you,” answered the Doctor, then turned to the brown-skinned woman to his left, “Well, excuse me dear.”

“Oh father, if it’s from home,” the red-haired beauty asked him, “Will you say I’m spending the night with Lucy?”

“Alright,” chuckled Dr. Jarvis.

The smiling the redhead turned her attention back to the booklet in her hand. Dr. Jarvis then turned but is met by a strange, pale man with a widow's peak hairline and a thin moustache accross his upperlip.

“Pardon me?” said Dracula.

“Yeeess?” responded the Doctor.

“I could not help overhearing your name,” the dream-walker continued, “Might I inquire…if you are the Doctor Jarvis whose sanitarium is at Whitby?”

“Why, yeees,” answers the balding Doctor, “I am.”

“I am Count Dracula,” the stranger told them, the blonde-haired man just looked to the lovely redhead to his right, “I have just leased Carfax Abbey; I understand it adjoins your ground.”

“Why yes, it does,” replies Dr. Jarvis, “I’m very happy to make your acquaintance.”

Vlad smiled as he and the man shook hands while the blonde stood up. The dream-walker look to the woman he desired, she was wearing a white dress with puffy shoulders, an ornate necklace around her slender throat, and hanging earrings that matched her necklace.

“Might I present my daughter, Mina Jane…,” introduced the Doctor, motioning to the red head.

“Count Dracula,” acknowledged Mina Jane, while gently brushes her red hair with her fingers.

“…Ms. Grant…,” continued the balding Doctor, gesturing to the dark-skinned woman.

Dracula raised an eyebrow as he looked over Lucy Grant, her formal dress complimenting her nicely.

“How do you do?” responded Lucy with a smile.

“…and uh…Mr. Harker,” ended Dr. Jarvis, motioning to the blonde man.

The younger man gives a slight, polite bow, “How do you do?”

Vlad just bows slightly in response.

“Count Dracula has just taken Carfax Abbey,” Mina Jane’s father informs them.

“Oh, it will be relief to see life in those dismal old windows!” chirped the red head.

“It will indeed,” says the balding Doctor, “If you’ll excuse me, I’m wanted on the telephone.”

Dr. Edwin Jarvis smiled and took his leave past the curtains. Funny thing is that he did not remember being a doctor before this night. In fact, he could not remember anything before.

“The abbey could be very attractive,” quipped youngest man in the box, “but I should imagine it will need quite extensive repairing.”

“I shall do very little repairing,” Vlad responded, he then turned to Lucy, “It reminds me of the broken battlements of my own castle…in Transylvania.”

“The abbey always reminds me of that old toast about: lofty timbers, the walls around are bare, echoing to our laughter as though the dead were there,” recited the African descendant.

Mina Jane and her handsome, blonde companion let out a laugh.

“Nice little sentiment,” Mr. Harker remarked with a chuckle.

“There’s more, even nicer,” Ms. Grant added, “pass a cup to the dead already, a glass to the next to die…”

“Oh, never mind the rest, dear,” quipped the beauty while her male companion lets out laughter.

“To die…to be really dead…that must be glorious,” recited the undead King.

“Why, Count Dracula!” Mina Jane gasped.

“There are far worse things…awaiting man…than ****,” responded Dracula.

Everyone then sat down as if all the happiness and warmth had been drained from the room. The remaining 3 then turn their attention to the stage. Vlad just smirked as he turns his attention to Lucy Grant as he watches everything fade to oblivion.

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Mina Jane and Lucy sat in the latter’s bedroom; both were enjoying the others company as best friends often do. They had long since left the theatre, but it did not matter. Mina Jane Jarvis just smiled as she prepared to leave as Lucy Grant prepared herself for bed.

“It reminds me of the broken battlements of my own castle…in Transylvania,” Lucy playfully mocked.

“Oh, Lucy, you’re so romantic!” chuckled the red-haired beauty.

“Laugh all you like, MJ” Lucy remarked, “I think he’s fascinating.”

“Well, I suppose he’s alright,” replied Mina with a shrug, “but give me someone a little more normal.”

“Like Jason?” asked Lucy teasingly while grinning.

“Yes Lucy, like Jason,” answered Mina.

Lucy then began to stare off into space, “Castle…Dracula…Transylvania!”

Mina Jane looked at her friend worriedly, then smiled when she realized it was getting late. And decided to let her best friend to her fantasy.

“Well now,” spouted Mina as she stood, then the redhead placed her right hand above her above her breasts and bows, "Countess, I’ll leave you to your Count and his ruined abbey.”

Both women giggle at each other's antics. The 2 smiled as the time came for 1 of them to leave.

“Goodnight, Lucy,” chirped MJ before she left the room.

“Goodnight, dear,” responded Lucy to her friend leaving with a smile before she put on her slippers.

Ms. Grant then got up to open her large bedroom window. Satisfied with everything she slipped into bed.

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The Vampyr King now found himself strolling down a dark sidewalk of Whitby as he passes a dark-skinned patrolman.

“Be careful pal, it ain’t safe at night no more,” commented Constable Wilson, “Fact is, I found a dead lass the other day.”

The nosferatu just nodded as the dreamer went on his way. Then he stopped as he recognized a familiar woman with the same skin as the patrolman in the open window.

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The Lucy climbed into bed after opening her bedroom window. Once comfortable, she opened her book on the nightstand. Once she had been satisfied by her book, she put it down and slid down under her sheets. When she opened her eyes, she saw a large dark bat flying just outside the window, it then flew into room with her. The bat changed into Dracula, to play the role perfectly and for his amusement, he stood at the foot of the bed and approached Ms. Grant’s still form. He bent over her, mouth open and white fangs exposed. Lucy did not know what to do she felt fear as she felt the fangs sink into her neck. Dracula could feel it happening again, the darkness of oblivion.

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Several medical professionals had gathered today in the medical theatre to observe an autopsy, some were gathered around the corpse of young woman of African descent. While the rest of them were sitting at the tier desks. All her clad in white and wearing white cloth masks that covered their nose and mouths. The corpse was lying on the metal table under a white sheet.

“Another ****,” lamented Dr. Jarvis, she was Mina Jane’s friend, and it was hard for him to openly say it.

“Dead,” declared another doctor next to Edwin.

“Doctor Jarvis, when did Ms. Grant have the last transfusion?” asked another man in white.

“About 4 hours ago,” replied Edwin sadly.

“An unnaturally loss of blood,” stated a doctor, “which we’ve been powerless to check.”

Dr. Jarvis observed 1 of his colleagues take up magnifying glass and begin holding it over Lucy’s neck.

“On the throat of each victim,” says Doctor, “the same 2 marks.”

Unbeknownst to Edwin Jarvis, the world faded to oblivion.

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Outside of Jarvis' sanitarium, several of the patients enjoyed the sunny day. There was nothing they could do and for some reason all the patients felt like they had always been there. Many of the orderlies could hear a woman crying and screaming.

“She probably wants her flies again,” remarked the mental patient, Debra Whitman.

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Inside 1 of the cells was Randall Robertson who was dealing with a rather pretty but disagreeable patient with jaw-length brown hair. Her brown eyes pleaded with the man in front of her.

“No, Randy, please…please, don’t, Randy…no, Randy, please…please, Randy please…no, Randy…oh, Randy, please,” Betty Renfield tearfully begged, “No, no, Randy, please…no, Randy…Randy, don’t.”

Betty continued to plead with the brown-skinned orderly, Randy Robertson, to let her keep the red and blue spider she had caught.

“Give it to me, now!” the orderly demanded of her.

The former solicitor regretfully complied with the dark-skinned man. Randy only smiled as he held the spider as he carried it to the barred window of the brunette’s cell.

“Don’t throw my spider away from me,” the brunette begged again, “Oh, Randy, oh!”

Randy Robertson, with a satisfied grin, tossed the spider out the window. The dark-skinned orderly turned towards Ms. Renfield with his hands on his hips. He did not know how much longer he could deal with this crazy woman.

“Aren’t you ashamed, now, ain’t ya,” he asked in annoyance, “Spiders now, ain’t it…flies ain’t good enough?”

Betty then sharply turned her head to Randy sneering, “Flies…FLIES…poor, puny things…who wants to eat flies?”

“You do, ya loony!” Randy remarks with a jabbing finger.

“Not when I can get nice fat spiders,” retorts the brunette.

“All right, have it your own way,” the brown skinned man stated as he gently tapped the woman's shoulder.

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Within the chemistry laboratory in the sanitarium, a group of men were analyzing blood samples, 1 was Professor Willie Lumpkin, he was currently handling the chemistry set. There were 3 men to his right and 1 to his left, 1 of the men to his right was Dr. Edwin Jarvis. After communicating with the man to his left, he took a breath to tell the others of his findings.

“Gentlemen, we are dealing with the…undead,” stated Willie.

“Nosferatu!” says 1 of the 3 doctors.

“Yes, nosferatu, the undead…vampire,” the Professor iterates, “The vampire attacks the throat and leave 2 little wounds, white with red centers.”

Dr. Jarvis and another medical professional look to each other with unsure expressions.

“Dr. Jarvis, your patient Ms. Renfield, whose blood I have just analyzed,” Willie explained, “is obsessed with the idea that she must devour living things in order to sustain her own life.”

“But Professor Lumpkin, modern medical science does not admit to such a creature,” rebukes Edwin, “The vampire is a pure myth, superstition.”

“I may be able to bring you proof that the superstition of yesterday can become the scientific reality of today,” claimed the old Professor.