Woman who laid in the open coffin was thirty or thirty-five. Kisilovian* color of purity is red, and she was dressed in the clean blood red velvet and covered by the marvelous blood red roses, like she had been purer than pure and the flowers chosen to reflect it. Her face had fresh color which made her look like she was just sleeping.
The peasants who sat around the coffin prayed and murmur of their voices filled the little room. An old woman, probably a grandmother, looked at Van Helsing and Harker and said something.
"Now she is in Heaven," Van Helsing translated.
"So why are we here?" Harker asked.
"Do you see how rosy and lively the dead woman is?" Van Helsing asked quietly.
"Indeed! Why?"
Van Helsing looked at him. "You don´t see anything odd in it?"
Harker understood.
"You think she is.. a vampire?"
"Very much so," Van Helsing said softly. He looked at his pocket watch. "The sun is setting soon. We will find out am I right."
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*Fictional country in Middle Europe.