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"I was afraid to raise my eyelids, but looked out and saw perfectly under the lashes. The fair girl went on her knees, and bent over me, fairly gloating. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal, till I could see in the moonlight the moisture shining on the scarlet lips and on the red tongue as it lapped the white sharp teeth. Lower and lower went her head as the lips went below the range of my mouth and chin and seemed to fasten on my throat. I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the supersensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there. I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstacy and waited - waited with beating heart.

" No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.”

"I am here to do Your bidding, Master. I am Your slave..

."I have crossed oceans of time to find you.Ah, that wonderful Madam Mina! She has man's brain - a brain that a man should have were he much gifted - and woman's heart.



Mina: I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love.

Dracula: Mina, to walk with me you must die to your breathing life and be reborn to mine.

Mina: You are my love... and my life, always.

Dracula: 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.

Do you come from Heaven or rise from the abyss,

Beauty? Your gaze, divine and infernal,

Pours out confusedly benevolence and crime,

And one may for that, compare you to wine.

You contain in your eyes the sunset and the dawn;

You scatter perfumes like a stormy night;

Your kisses are a philtre, your mouth an amphora,

Which make the hero weak and the child courageous.

Do you come from the stars or rise from the black pit?

Destiny, bewitched, follows your skirts like a dog;

You sow at random joy and disaster,

And you govern all things but answer for nothing.

You walk upon corpses which you mock, O Beauty!

Of your jewels Horror is not the least charming,

And Murder, among your dearest trinkets,

Dances amorously upon your proud belly.

The dazzled moth flies toward you, O candle!

Crepitates, flames and says: "Blessed be this flambeau!"

The panting lover bending o'er his fair one

Looks like a dying man caressing his own tomb,

Whether you come from heaven or from hell, who cares,

O Beauty! Huge, fearful, ingenuous monster!

If your regard, your smile, your foot, open for me

An Infinite I love but have not ever known?

From God or Satan, who cares? Angel or Siren,

Who cares, if you make, — fay with the velvet eyes,

Rhythm, perfume, glimmer; my one and only queen!

The world less hideous, the minutes less leaden?

I am lovely, O mortals, like a dream of stone,

And my bosom, where each one gets bruised in turn,

To inspire the love of a poet is prone,

Like matter eternally silent and stern.

As an unfathomed sphinx, enthroned by the Nile,

My heart a swan's whiteness with granite combines,

And I hate every movement, displacing the lines,

And never I cry and never I smile.

The poets in front of mine attitudes fine

(Which the proudest of monuments seem to implant),

To studies profound all their moments assign,

For I have all these docile swains to enchant

Two mirrors, which Beauty in all things ignite :

Mine eyes, my large eyes, of eternal Light !

C.Baudelaire