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November 6th, Journal of Mina Harker

November 6,

What is there to say about the castle of Calistoga that Jonathan hasn’t already covered? It’s a beastly thing nestled in the mountains. I think he described it as something out of a fairy story if memory serves, but it was not any sort of thing. This was not the home of some gallant prince. It was the home of a beast that wore man skin. This was the place where a nightmare was born for us.

It was dusk when we arrived, and Professor Van Helsing and I went inside and began to set about the brides. We found them nestled in coffins in that part of this house where they nearly claimed Jonathan as a prize.

They were nestled in their coffins, all lined up in a row. Part of me wonders if this was intentional. I’ve been racking my brain about it for some time, and I want to know if they wanted it. If they anticipated somebody, anybody, entering into their domicile and doing them in.

We started with the blonde one that Jonathan had nicknamed the Nuka Girl. We opened up the lid, and I held the stake as Professor Van Helsing hammered it in. We repeated this for the other two, and then at the end, we sawed off their heads. I wasn’t ready for it, even though I read about what became of Lucy. I wasn’t ready to watch their skin melt off of their bones like candle wax.

By the time it was over, we were covered in blood, and I hated how sweet the rotten, fetid liquid smelled to me. That’s when Jonathan, Quincy, Doctor Seward, and Kate arrived. All of us in full force, ready to face down the demon that had thrown our lives off course.

The carriage was black and pulled by obsidian-skinned slepnir. From it, out stepped the thing that had plagued us for nearly a year. The count looked almost nothing like he did when Jonathan and I encountered him in Brentwood. His hairline was receding and grey. I worked it out later that this was what happens when the undead don’t feed. They start to age a bit. It was almost like we were being menaced by an impossibly tall grandfather. He almost matched Art in terms of height.

The violence was quick and mad as this thing that called itself Dracula stalked towards us on all fours like a demonic spider. I saw Katie try to square up with him, and for her troubles, he wrenched her head off her body like a cork from a wine bottle.

Quincy peppered him with silver dollar buckshot, and when they were spent, he drew his pistol and began firing. Art ran up to Dracula and took him between their mighty mutant hands and pulled the vampire in half. Black blood coated the green skin of our friend, but this did not stop him. His arms formed a sickening second skin, and he began to flap, flying up and raining his horrible blood on us all.

Johnathan seized a length of intestine, and I joined him as we pulled The Count back to Earth. The violence was mad at that point, and I don’t know what happened, really. It was all a crimson blur of stabbing and stabbing and stabbing. At some point during the fight, Quincy got his throat slashed by one of the Count’s bat-talons and succumbed to his wounds. By the night’s end, The Count was little more than a puddle. At the end of it all, we were down two people. Two more lives claimed by this monster, because even in his dying moments, he had to take from us.

We were covered in blood and sweat, and to my relief, I found it all revolting. I guess that means that the curse or whatever hold Dracula had on me was broken. What else is there to say on the matter? Quincy and Katie died being bold as brass. They died heroes, and we, the living, had to tend to their bodies. We also set fire to the castle for good measure just in case there was anything unwholesome dwelling within it’s halls.

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November 2, 2287, Doctor Seward's Diary

November second. I have been without a new holotape for days now, so I write this out with a pen like a savage. Three days on the road, no news, and I see that people on the West Coast are nothing more than copycats. Mister Morris and I spent all day acquiring slepnirs while Mister Harker slept.

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Jonathan Harker's Journal, November 2nd

November 2nd, Iron-Ville

It is broad daylight, and it seems my friends have decided to let me sleep in. Doctor Seward, Quincy, Katie, and I arrived at Iron-Ville, where Seward made a snide comment about the gates before we entered. I wonder where Mina is now, and Van Helsing, but mostly Mina. They were here not more than a few days ago. We managed to procure transportation, but we cannot get a full passage to Calistoga, so once we arrive there, we’ll have to proceed on foot. Especially if this means that the count is fleeing back to that horrible nest of blood-soaked carnage.

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November 1st, Journal of Mina Harker

November 1,

All day long we travelled and at good speed. The slepneir seem to know that they are being treated by kindly folks. They’re willing to go at their best speed for us. Mine is called Charlotte, but I have decided her name is Katie because her rich, red patches of fur remind me of dear Kate Reed.

We are beset by the superstitious in their wilderness. A woman on the path we were taking noticed my scars and crossed herself at me. I have since wrapped my neck in a neckerchief to hide myself. At a rest stop, I noticed the cook slipping more garlic into our food and I can hardly abide by the stuff. The Professor seems tireless. At sunset, he continues to hypnotize me. I worry that the process is cooking my brain because all I can hear is the clattering of hooves, see darkness, and this is punctuated by the creaking of wood. Our enemy is landbound. We missed the boat and I worry that all is lost at times.

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October 31, Journal of Mina Harker

October 31,

We arrived at a relatively decent settlement in the northern portion of California. The locals call it Iron-Ville, if that matters to anyone. They lock themselves behind a great metal gate made out of the pieces of a downed airplane. Doctor Seward mentioned to me that there’s a city like that in the Capitol Wasteland, though their greatest sin is building their city around an unexploded bomb.

The professor tells me this morning at dawn that he can hardly hypnotize me, and all I repeat is “Dark and quiet.”

Later. Professor Van Helsing returned with a few slepneir of our own, and we began preparations for setting out into the wasteland. The landlady was kind enough to provide us with a big basket of provisions; it seems enough for a platoon. The Professor encourages her, behaving like a shameless old flirt as he does so. He has been shopping too and he’s provided us with big straw hats. Now I can be a real cowboy, just like Quincy pretends to be.

We shall be off soon. I am afraid to think of what may happen to us. We are truly in the hands of God. He alone knows what may be, and I pray Him, with all the strength of my sad and humble soul, that he watch over my beloved husband; that what may happen, Jonathan may know that i truly loved and honored him more than i can say, and that my latest and truest thought will always be for him.

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October 20, Journal of Mina Harker

October 20, Ft. Bragg

There has been a change in plans. There’s been no update on the location of the ship until now. It’s bad news, I’m afraid. My hypnotic visions have shifted. When under the influence of Professor Van Helsing’s device, I witness queer visions of darkness now accompanied by the clapping of hooves. The count is now in some kind of cart being hauled off by Slepneir, if I had to guess.

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Jonathan Harker's Journal, October 16th

October 16, Ft. Bragg

Mina's report is still the same: lapping waves and rushing water, darkness and favouring winds. We are evidently in good time, and when we hear of The Terror, we shall be ready. Expecting an update soon.

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Jonathan Harker's Journal October 15th

October 15, Ft. Bragg,

We left The Boneyard on the morning of the 12th, arrived here the same night, and decided to stick around for a few days since it seems that we have a few days headstart against The Count and his mad exploits.

Mina appears to be getting stronger; her color is coming back. She slept a great deal throughout the journey. Before sunrise and sunset, however, she is wakeful and alert. King of like a cat. It has been in the habit of Van helsing to hypnotise her with his crude device. At first, more effort was needed, and he had to make many passes; but now she seems to yield at once, as if by habit.

“Nothing; all is dark,” is what she’d say when asked under hypnosis. “I can hear waves lapping against the ship, water rushing by. A steam horn is blowing. I can hear shrouds, and the breaking of foam.”

It is evident that The Terror is still at sea and hastening its way towards Ft. Bragg. Art has just returned. They have arranged to have a series of messages mailed out to us each day before we started to try and keep tabs on the ship via conventional means. We shall find this monster even if he takes the form of a bat and attempts to flee. We shall chase him down and bludgeon him before stabbing him. Finally, to put an end to the true terror.

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October 11, 2287, Doctor Seward's Diary (Kept on holotape)

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We now understand what the count’s power over Mrs. Harker is when the night falls. It is a kind of pseudo-psychic bridge between the two. It is through the use of the Mesmetron that we can manipulate this bridge and allow Mrs. Harker’s old self to manifest without any controlling force subduing or restraining her, or inciting her into action. At first, there is a sort of negative condition, as if some tie were loosened, and then the freedom quickly follows; however, freedom ceases with the relapse.

Tonight, when we met, Mrs. Harker was somewhat constrained and bore all signs of an internal struggle. I put it down myself to her making a violent effort at the slightest instance that she could force it to stop. After a few minutes, though, she gave complete control to herself, then, motioning for her husband to sit down beside her, she half reclined and made the rest of us sit closer as well.

“We are all here together in freedom, perhaps for the last time. I know dear, I know you will always be with me to the end,” said Mrs. Harker, directing that last bit of information towards her husband.

Mr. Harker took her hand in his and squeezed.

“In the morning,” she continued. “We will go out upon our righteous task. There is a poison in my blood and in my very soul. Perhaps, I am lost. It will destroy me unless some relief comes to us. Oh, my friends, you know as well as I do, that my soul is at stake, and though I know there is one way out for me, you must and I must not take it.”

She looked appealingly at all of us in turn, beginning and ending with her dear, feminine husband.

“What is that way?” asked Van Helsing in a hoarse voice. “What is that way, which we must not, may not, take?”

“That I may die now, either by my own hand or that of another, before a greater evil is brought upon us. I don’t want to end up like my poor Lucy. I ask that now, if all of you love me as friends and lovers, that you destroy me as we must destroy the count if it comes to it.”

Mr. Harker squeezed his wife’s hand tighter.

“You must drive a stake into my heart, and cut off my head,” said Mrs. Harker.

“If it comes to it, we shall,” said Kate Reed.

Quincy was the first to rise after a pause. He knelt before Mrs. Harker and took her free hand in his and said solemnly, in his real voice, “i a’m a rough fellow who hasn’t perhaps lived as a man should to win such a distinction, but i swear to you, that should the time come, i shall not flinch to this duty that you’ve set upon us.”

“You’re both true friends,” said Mrs. Harker.

We all swore in turn, save for Mr. Harker.

“Must I also make such a promise, oh, wife?” asked Mr. Harker.

“You must, dearest,” said Mrs. Harker.

He groaned and said, “Death is far off from you.”

“No,” said Mrs. Harker. “I am deeper in death at this moment than if the weight of an earthly grave lay heavily upon me. Swear to me, Jonathan.”

“If it comes to it,” said Mr. Harker. “I will slay. I will kill if need be. Or be killed myself.”

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Jonathan Harker's Journal, October 5th, continued

October 5th, time unknown, Mina woke me up in the late hours of the night and asked me to bring Dr. Van Helsing in. In my vague hope, I thought this would be the start of a three-way between ourselves and the distinguished older man, but these hopes were quickly dashed against the rocks.

“No,” she said quite simply. “I’ve considered it, but not tonight. I must go with you on your journey.”

When I informed Dr. Van Helsing of this, he was as startled and possibly as disappointed as I was, and after a moment’s pause, he asked me, “Why?”

“You must take me with you,” said Mina. “I am safer with you, and you shall be safer too.”

“But why, dear Madam Mina?” he pleaded. “You know yoru safety is our solemn duty. We go into danger, to which you are, or may be, more liable than any of us from…from circumstances that have been.”

He paused, clearly embarrassed. As she replied she raised a finger and pointed to the red mark upon her forehead. “I know that is why I must go. I tell you now while the sun is set to rise in only a few hours. I may not be able again. I know where the Count wills me must go. I know that he tells me to come in secret, I must come while, by any device to hoodwink…even Jonathan.”

God saw the look she turned on me as she spoke. If there is indeed some kind of angel watching over us, that look is among its most diligent notes. I could only clasp my wife’s hand. I could not speak; my emotion was too great even for the relief of tears which cascaded down my face in powerful rivers.

Mina, brilliant and luminous, went on, “You men are brave and strong. You are strong in your numbers, for you defy that which would break down the human Endurance of one who had to guard alone. Besides, I may be of service, since you have the Mesmatron and can learn that which I myself do not know.”

Dr. Van Helsing said very gravely, “Madam Mina, you are, as always, most wise. You shall with us come; and together we shall go forth to achieve.”

When he had spoken, Mina’s spell of long silence made me look at her. She had fallen back on her pillow, asleep. She did not even wake when I pulled up the blinds. The dark city outside greeted my eyes, and I went out of the room.

I was greeted by Kate Reed and Mister Morris. All else were asleep save for Van Helsing.

“In the morning, we shall leave for Calistoga,” said Van Helsing. “We have to deal with the new factor of Madam Mina. Oh, but her soul is true. It is to her agony to tell us as much as she has done; but it is most right, we are waned in time. There must be no chance lost. When we arrive at the Count’s castle, we must dispatch his brides quickly and be ready for when that ship arrives on the shore.

“What shall we do exactly?” asked Kate.

“A handful of us will be at the ship,” said Van Helsing. “Mister Morris, I, and Art will board. Then when we’ve identified the box, we shall place a bunch of wild roses on it. Then fasten it so none can emerge; so says the oldest of superstitions. And it’s in these superstitions we must trust; it was man’s first faith in the oldest of times, even before the bombs. Its roots are in faith still. When we get the opportunity, we shall open the box and strike.”

“Iffin, you’re done,” said Mister Morris, dashing and handsome. “I shall not wait for any opportunity. When I see the box, I shall open it and destroy the monster, even if it means having a thousand eyes upon me and if i’m to be wiped out in the next moment.”

I grasped his hand instinctively and found it as firm as a piece of steel. I think he understood my look; I hope he did.

“Good boy,” said Dr. Van Helsing.

Mr. Morris blushed.

“Indeed,” continued Dr. Van Helsing. “We cannot say what we shall do. There are too many moving pieces at the present moment. We shall be armed in all ways. When the time fo the end has come, our effort shall not be lacking. Now, let us put our affairs in order. The night grows long.”

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October 5, Journal of Mina Harker

October 5th, 5 p.m.

Our meeting for the report. Present: Professor Van Helsing, Art, Doctor Seward, Kate Reed, Quincey Morris, Jonathan Harker, Mina Harker

Doctor Van Helsing described what steps were taken during the day to discover on what boat and whither bound Count Dracula made his escape, “I know that he wishes to return to his castle at Calistoga. I felt sure that he would go by airship, initially, but I was wrong. He’s somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, possibly by steamship. These are not so important as to go on the list of your shipping in the periodicals, and so we go by the suggestion of Art. We shall arrive at St. Babs, where most ships dock from Mexico and around the republic. We will likely only find one northbound ship, The Terror, and she shall set sail from St. Babs Wharf to Ft. Bragg. From there, he will move south on land to Calistoga. But we shall attempt to head him off and destroy him once he arrives at his castle.”

When Doctor Van Helsing had concluded speaking, I asked him if he were certain that the count remained on board the ship.

He replied, “We can only guess right now. Our best evidence was that of your hypnotic trance, Madam Mina.”

I asked him if it was necessary for them to pursue the count. I imagined Jonathan leaving once more and falling into the clutches of the horror show once more, and a fireball of rage grew within me. I wanted to mount the Count’s head on a stake and wave it around while my friends beat it with sticks like a piñata.

“Yes, it is necessary!” slurred Van Helsing after taking a swig from a bottle of scotch. “For your sake in the first and for the sake of humanity! This monster has done much harm in th narrow scope where he finds himself, in the short time when yet he was only a body groping his small measure in the darkness nd not knowing! The man is a thing,a terror, a horror. Were there more of the undead like him, they should be stripped from the face of the planet and wiped away like dirt off of a child’s face!”

He was panting them, sweating like a sinner in church and he wiped his forehead before I said, “But will not the Count take his rebuff wisely? Since he has been driven from civilization, will he avoid it? Like a deathclaw does a village from which he has been hunted?”

“Ah!” he said. “Your simile of the deathclaw is good, and I shall adopt it. Your man-eater of the wastes, who has tasted the blood of a human, cares no more for other prey. They will prowl unceasingly until they get at another man. We must go, Madam Mina. We must go and deliver righteous glory onto this horror show and banish his demonic body to Hell, where he belongs.”

“Perhaps with TNT,” offered Quincey helpfully.

After a general discussion, it was determined for tonight, nothing would be settled; that we should all sleep on the facts, and try to think out the proper conclusions. Tomorrow, at breakfast, we shall meet again, and, after making our conclusions known to one another, we shall decide on some definite course of action.

I feel a wonderful peace and rest tonight. It is as if some haunting presence was removed from me. Perhaps…

My surmise was not finished, could not be; for I caught sight in the mirror of the red mark upon my forehead, and I know I was still unclean.

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October 5, Journal of Mina Harker