"She is coming for you," the madman whispered. "I can sense it. He tells it to me."
"Who is coming?" She didn´t understand. "Who is your Master?"
Mina opened her eyes. She remembered at once where she was: in the the madhouse, in the bedroom, where she would be "perfectly safe", like Seward had said. Someone had lit the gaslamp again, and she felt scent of roses and musk, like Lucy´s skin.
She sat up.
Lucy was standing by her bed. Her hair was red and lustrous like an angel´s halo, her skin was rosy and fresh, her attire was splendid bridal dress of white satin and lace and veil, unspoiled. Only couple of dead leaves, beautiful and decorative, were clinging to her.
She was brilliant and terrifying.
"Mina," she said and offered her hands. "I am purified."
She started to scream, but Lucy´s hand was on her mouth, and the vampire whispered: "Blood of those brats is the only one clean in them. Come with me and we join together in perfect joy. Blood is the life, my love."
Mina tried to nod, to please this fascinating, blood-thirsty creature, and then Lucy was pulling her from the bed, toward the window. "You are coming with me. You will be my jewel, not his."
Lucy tore the window open. The night air was cold and fresh, and Mina winced when Lucy dragged her bare feet over the gravely earth.
"Lucy, wait..."
Suddenly she smelt smoke. It had to come from Carfax, Mina understand, when she saw fire lazing behind the trees.
Lucy understood it, too.
"They are burning Carfax," she whispered. She stopped and turned toward Mina, but did not release her wrist.
"Mina, you are my sister."
"No. Lucy is dead."
The vampire laughed. "Dead? I am more alive than ever before. You will find it soon, too. Only drop of your blood and you will be a vampire, too..."
Her teeth were sharp, her breath smelt of blood, and then darkness swallowed Mina.