We bask in the opulent splendor of a grand and glorious ballroom. Many lovely couples in beautiful costumes dance with each other to classical music under immense crystal chandeliers. Doctor Frankenstein appears as he must have looked when he was a younger man in another life, but this is not the past. He dances with a beautiful dark-haired girl.
A messenger speaks to the Hostess in excited tones.
“But I must get this to Doctor Frankenstein,” he says. “Please could you call over Doctor Frankenstein, ma’am?”
She looks upset and annoyed, but Doctor Frankenstein is called away from the dance floor.
“Are you Doctor Frankenstein?” the messenger asks, looking over the cleavage of the dark-haired girl.
“I am,” replies Doctor Frankenstein. “What’s all this then?”
“I’m sent here with a message from the countryside, sir,” the messenger reveals. “From your Father.”
“Well, that’s truly preposterous,” the Doctor’s dark-haired young lady friend says. “Wolfgang’s father was killed in a fire at his laboratory! A year ago!”
“My fiancée is correct,” admits Wolfgang Frankenstein. “My Father was Viktor Frankenstein. My Father is dead.”
“That mean there won’t be no tip?” the messenger asks them.
“Pardon me,” Wolfgang says. The Son of Frankenstein tips the messenger, who departs into the night.
“Wolfgang,” the girl says, “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“It’s probably Hodge with some kind of prank.” Wolfgang suggests. “It’s bad taste is all, Julia. We’ll be dancing again in no time.” He opens the envelope and reads.
“Well don’t keep me in suspense Wolfgang,” Julia insists. “What does it say?”
“It reads:” Wolfgang clears his throat, “‘I am not dead, as was reported. Imperative that you assist me or I will be soon enough. Help me, my son, you’re my last and only hope. Signed, …Viktor Frankenstein.’ There are directions to a castle not far from the village my Father’s laboratory was located in. It’s strange. This looks like the handwriting of my Father. Just enough.
“I’m afraid I agree it’s preposterous Julia, but I took on the responsibility of settling my Father’s last affairs and well, unfortunately they just keep coming back. I’m going to have to investigate this. It’s not a matter of choice.”
“Well you must know I’m going along with you,” she says.
“Certainly not!” Wolfgang laughs. “That’s rough countryside, and the villagers there are superstitious idiots. It’s a backward little place. Why do you think I left and haven’t gone back except to bury my Father?
“What I thought was my Father…”
“Well I may not be here when you get back,” Julia warns him. “Perhaps someone else will marry me while you’re away with your Father’s ghost at the big romantic castle…”
“I suspect you’ll keep,” Wolfgang tells her.
“Oh Wolf,” she exclaims. “I’ll never ever forgive you if you leave me here and I miss out on this mystery! I want to go and see for myself!”
“Curiosity can kill,” Wolfgang reminds her.
The Barkeep is alone, bored and sad. He polishes an incandescent light bulb with a dirty rag and feels around in the shadows over his head for the socket. He screws the bulb back in and the light comes on as he twists it. By the time he’s got it snug his fingers are hot.
He walks to the switch and turns the bulb on and off a few times to check it’s function. He seems awed by his mastery of this.
When the glow rises someone is revealed to be sitting in the shadows at the edges of the dim tavern. When the light is out they are invisible. The Barkeep finally decides to leave the light out.
Suddenly the door bursts open and Wolfgang and Julia come in, obviously flustered and very clearly upset.
“I’ve never been treated like this in all my life!” Julia says. “Where’s he going off to? Why can’t he take us the rest of the way? This is terribly upsetting. You said these villagers had superstitions, but this is beyond the pale!”
“Darling, please,” Wolfgang quiets her. “Barkeep! Our driver seems to have ah, abandoned us here. Says he can’t take us further and all that rubbish, you know. He’s afraid of the castle, I suppose. And you see he’s dropped us here. Can you arrange for a coach? We’ll pay handsomely for no further inconvenience.”
“What’ve you got to go around there for?” inquires the Barkeep.
“Listen,” Wolfgang tells him. “Unnecessary questioning is one of the inconveniences I’d pay handsomely to avoid, chum. See what you can do about that coach, if you would.”
“Ain’t no coaches!” The Barkeep laughs. “Ain’t nobody goes outside, let alone drive you to that cursed castle. That’s the cause of all this!”
“Yes I see business is not well.” Wolfgang notes. “My friend, it’s absolutely out of the question that we walk. You see we have some considerable amount of baggage, and it’s quite a distance from here yet past the village and up a steep, windy road that I’m afraid my young fiancée could never navigate. Now we’re travelers in great need of some assistance. Could you call up the Constable, at least?”
“Constable’s dead,” the Barkeep advises them.
“I’m going to the castle,” the man in the dark speaks up. “You can ride with me if your things will fit in my carriage.”
The Barkeep flips the light switch, but the bulb blows out. The travelers catch only a glimpse of the man, rising.
He emerges from the shadows.
“That’s very kind of you sir.” Wolfgang tells him. “You’re a real life-saver!”
“It’s souls I save,” the mysterious stranger says. “Call me Reverend.”
Wolfgang and Julia ride through the countryside in a Priest-driven carriage.
“Most sensible folks have fled these parts,” the Reverend tells them. “Not much remains of the village. There’s no law and order to what’s left. I go to the castle to perform the rite of exorcism on its walls.”
“Exorcism?” Julia gulps. “You can’t be serious! Are you sure you know the castle we’re referring to?”
“I know it well,” the Reverend says. “All know it well in these parts. It’s where the evil lives.”
“The evil?” Wolfgang mocks him. “Come now, Reverend, surely you don’t want to frighten my fiancée. Why I was just in the village not ten months ago and all was well.”
“Much has transpired in the village and in this county since last you came this way,” the Reverend says. “Much blood has been spilt here. Many souls are missing. Fears are proven substantiated. There is much to fear indeed. But soon again the light of God will shine.
“There are words in the book for this. Words in the book for everything. Evil can soak a land, but evil can be driven out with the word of God. Trust it. Why do you go to the castle? What business have you with what’s inside? Do you serve Satan?” he asks them.
“Satan!” Julia exclaims.
“I do not serve,” Wolfgang tells him. “Please, do not insult us.”
“If you must go within that place,” says the Reverend, “Allow me to marry the two of you before you do. Let me sanctify your mortal souls in the bond of marriage before our Lord and Savior.”
Julia gives Wolfgang an angry look.
“Thank you,” he says, “But no thanks, Reverend. Our families would be quite disappointed in us both should we elope. Quite a lot of planning has gone into our wedding day already.”
“If you reconsider,” the Reverend says and clutches his bible, black against his breast. A storm is brewing. They continue on in eerie silence. It begins to rain.
As they ride through the village at sunset, they see that the Reverend was right. It’s become a shambles. Frightened eyes peek from behind darkened windows. Wolfgang and Julia exchange worried glances and the priest whips the horses.
Now they are on the road to the castle and it looms ahead, grim and imposing. The rain is constant. The darkness gathers as night falls and lightning cuts slashes across the sky.
The night seems starless as the priest stops the carriage at the castle’s gate. He dismounts and begins to gather his things. His old, tattered bible and a huge crucifix.
They walk toward the doors together. Wolfgang and Julia wait under an umbrella in the rain as the Priest moves forward and places the crucifix on the doorstep, dousing it with splashes of holy water from an uncorked bottle he brings out of his pocket.
He tries to light a candle in the rain and gives up, casting it aside. He rings a small bell a few times, and wipes rain from his face as he begins to read.
“‘I cast you out! Unclean spirit,’” he says. “‘Along with every satanic power of the Adversary. Every specter from hell, and all your foul companions. In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, it is He who commands you! Harken, therefore, and travel in fear Satan, you enemy of the faith. Trickster. Begetter of death, you robber of life! Corrupter of justice! Root of all evil and vice! Seducer of men! Betrayer of the nations! Instigator of envy! Fomenter of discord! Author of pain and of sorrow! Why then would you stand and resist, knowing that Christ our Lord brings your plans to nothing? By the sign of the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with the Father and the Holy Spirit. God and forever. All amen.’”
He looks over his shoulder at them.
Clearing their throats, pale; Wolfgang and Julia both say “Amen.”
“The Lord be with you both. Let us pray.” The Reverend says.
They bow their heads for a long moment, then begin to pick up their bags, but he speaks again.
“‘Look down in pity on this castle, Lord, now in the toils of the Unclean Spirit. Under the shadow of man’s ancient Adversary. And pity those who go into it, for they know not the mortality of their own eternal souls…’”
He turns and gathers up his things, leaving the crucifix where he placed it. Quite suddenly the rain stops. The Reverend smiles.
“Now everything will be fine,” he tells them. “You can trust in that. I’ve done what I came to do. This castle is clear.”
“Thank you so much Reverend,” Wolfgang nods to him politely. “For the ride as well as your blessing. You honor us.”
“And good luck to you on your wedding day,” the Reverend says to them both as he lashes his horses and rides away.
“Unbelievable!” Julia shakes her head. “You wouldn’t believe it if I wrote it! It’s absolutely mad! Whoever had a journey such as this?”
“Don’t get excited, Julia.” Wolfgang advises her. “We’re hardly out of the woods. We may yet be locked out, alone, with no ride back to that crazy village. Let’s hope someone’s home.”
He knocks. Without realizing it had even been playing, piano music suddenly stops.
The great doors swing open and they are greeted by Viktor Frankenstein in his infected, rotting cadaver of a body, which even his own son would not, and does not, recognize. He moves aside the giant crucifix so they can enter.
“At last!” Frankenstein says.
“This man is a leper,” Wolfgang whispers to Julia. “Once inside, stay back from us and don’t touch anything.”
“I last saw you when you were a boy.” Frankenstein says, taking them into the dark castle. “I regret that. I’m proud that you’ve grown into a great surgeon in your own right.”
“I’ve never seen you before in my life!” Wolfgang says. “What’s been the meaning of all this? Why have you lured us here to this awful place? How did you know my Father?”
“I am your Father.” Frankenstein reveals.
“NO.” Wolfgang shouts. “Julia, you wait here. This man and I will take our matters elsewhere and he will explain a great deal to me. I have much I need to settle with him.”
Wolfgang storms into the study and gives Frankenstein a look that insists he follow. Julia is left alone.
“I demand an explanation,” Wolfgang says, once in the study. “Post haste.”
“And you shall have it!” Frankenstein promises. “Just listen:”
Julia explores the castle a bit and wanders into the sitting room, where she admires a beautiful china case. Her attention is drawn to a huge oil painting of The Bride, and wonders who she might have been.
“To whom does this castle belong?” Julia whispers.
There is a rustling in the shadows behind her.
Back in the study with Frankenstein and his Son, Viktor is just finishing his version of the story thus far.
“Appalling,” Wolfgang snorts, disgusted.
“It’s all true!” Frankenstein says. “I know it’s unbelievable but it’s fact, Wolfgang, it’s all fact! Look at this body! It’s proof!”
“You’re a leper!” Wolfgang yells. “You’ve gone insane in this castle and in your insanity you’ve dreamt of vampires and ghouls.
“I’m despondent that you’ve brought Julia and I all this way for nothing, but I can get you help. I’m a Doctor, as you know. I have colleagues who would put you at great comfort to study this degenerative condition. Please, come back to the city with us.”
“You must believe me,” Frankenstein pleads. “I can show you the equipment!”
“Yes,” Wolfgang says sarcastically. “Take me to the wolf man and the sea creature. Show me the invisible mummy.”
“Regrettably,” Frankenstein recalls, “I had to unleash them on the villagers. They came with torches to burn the castle down and to hang me. I’m sure you saw the destruction they’ve caused.”
“Yes and I’m certain you’re the cause of it.” Wolfgang tells him. “We’re leaving. If you’ll not come with us, then we’ll send someone for you. This madness must stop!”
And suddenly, from the sitting room, a blood curdling scream!
Viktor and Wolfgang rush in, but it’s too late. Julia’s throat is slashed from ear to ear. Blood is everywhere.
“JULIA!” Wolfgang exclaims. “OH NO! OH GOD NO! What kind of Hell have you brought on us, man?”
Frankenstein inspects her wound, moving quickly.
“Her throat’s been cut.” Frankenstein says. “This is not a bite. Help me with her, quickly!”
“You’re insane!” Wolfgang shouts. “Who’s done this? I’ll kill them! I’ll kill you!”
He lunges at Frankenstein, but the monster slaps him.
“Get a hold on yourself,” Frankenstein yells. “We can still save her if we can get her to the lab!”
Confused, but shocked into action, Wolfgang helps take Julia’s lifeless body to the lab and places her on the table.
“Get to work on that gash,” Frankenstein tells Wolfgang. “You’ve got to help me with this. My hands aren’t what they used to be.”
Wolfgang goes to work mending the savage wound to the throat of his beloved, while Frankenstein warms up the life-giving machinery. When her incision is closed, Viktor hooks the electrodes to her and shocks her into life.
The Son of Frankenstein can’t believe what he is seeing. The monster checks her vitals.
“She’s lost a lot of blood, but she lives.” Frankenstein says. “Surely you believe me now? Clearly she was dead. Through our quick work, she now lives. It’s impossible. You see the tale I’ve told you is true. Now you must help me, for the time grows short, and you are the only one who can transplant my brain into my new body.”
“And the ones that did this to Julia?” Wolfgang asks.
“I thought they’d gone to prey on the villagers,” Frankenstein muses. “But Dracula’s Maidens are mischievous. They’re playing with us. They didn’t drink of her. Dracula forbade them to drink innocent blood, and they fear he’ll return. They pray he will. This was revenge.”
Shadows converge in Dracula’s chamber. Agnes pours Dracula’s ashes from an urn into his coffin. Karin sprinkles soil from his homeland over that. Maria pours Julia’s blood, virgin blood, from the glass in which she’d collected it. She licks a few drops from a rusty straight razor. Her sisters hiss. Dracula’s remains mixed with the blood and soil make a paste, from which steam begins to rise.
In the recovery room, Julia is conscious, but can’t speak because of her injury.
“Darling, don’t try to talk, it’s alright.” Wolfgang holds her hand and reassures her. “You’ve had a terrible accident, but we were able to save you. This man knew my Father, and I’m going to work here with him for about a week while you rest. Just a few more days and we can go home. We’ll never think of this awful place again and we’ll get on with our marriage plans… You’ll see. It’ll be fine now. Just fine.”
Julia stares ahead blankly, her neck bandaged.
In the laboratory, Frankenstein and his Son stare down at the brain of The Bride in a jar on ice.
“Why don’t we bring her back first,” Wolfgang suggests. “For practice?”
“Trust me,” Frankenstein warns him. “She’s quite a handful. Besides, my new body is ready to go. We’ve got to start from scratch with her. After we get my transplant squared away you could stay on and help me with her. It really is exhilarating work.”
“I shouldn’t be staying at all,” Wolfgang admits. “I’m mad not to rush Julia directly to hospital. This is all insane. But I’ll do what you ask of me. Once this transplant is through, Julia and I are leaving this place.”
“How is she?” Frankenstein inquires.
“What could I expect?” Wolfgang says. “She’s listless. Amnesiac. Anemic. She’ll probably never be herself again. When we get home her Father will likely kill me, or have me killed.”
“She’ll be just like she was,” Frankenstein reassures him. “When her throat heals and she can speak. You’ll see.”
“In the meantime, let’s get this body out of cold storage.”
They do, and preparations begin.
The moon is full, and a wolf howls in the distance. Julia is sleeping peacefully in bed in the recovery room, healing. A man’s shadow falls across her, and reaches out its hands.
A week goes by as Father and Son prepare feverishly in the laboratory together. Frankenstein explains the complex processes of the transplant to his son, and soon they are ready.
“Just let me check in on Julia before I begin the long surgery,” Wolfgang suggests.
“Is she nearly well?” Frankenstein asks his son.
“She’s worse!” Wolfgang admits. “She grows worse every single day!”
Frankenstein looks grim. “Let me check her with you,” he says.
They arrive in the recovery room, but to the contrary, they find Julia to be quite vibrant and full of energy. She’s even speaking well.
“I feel so much better at last,” she tells them. “I’m so refreshed and filled with life!”
“Let me inspect your wound dear,” Frankenstein says.
He begins to remove her bandages. Her throat is nicely healed, but there is a bite mark on the pale flesh of her neck.
Frankenstein hangs his head. Wolfgang goes white.
“What’s wrong?” Julia demands. “You’re scaring me! Well surely it’s alright, I feel so much better! What’s got you two Doctors so down?”
“Julia,” Frankenstein says, “I must confer with Wolfgang outside in the hall for just a moment.”
“Don’t leave me alone in here too long, boys.” Julia pleads. “Now you’ve frightened me!”
Just outside the door, Wolfgang weeps openly.
“She must be destroyed.” Frankenstein tells his son. “We cannot save her from a fate such as this. And quickly, before her powers awaken. Wolfgang, she is already gone. That’s not Julia in there. She’s one of the undead now.”
“No,” cries the son of Frankenstein. “No!”
Frankenstein leaves for a moment and comes back with Van Helsing’s bag. There is a somber expression on his putrid face.
“It has to be me,” Wolfgang insists.
Frankenstein hands him the bag. Wolfgang inspects the wooden stake and the mallet. He also holds up a large hatchet. He enters the room and closes the door behind him. Frankenstein listens…
“What’s that for, Wolf?” Julia’s voice is heard. “What is that? Wolfgang? Wolf, speak to me honey what’s wrong? Wolf. What are you doing, dear? No! AAAAHHH! OH!”
Her plea dissolves into inhuman screams. Soon Wolfgang is screaming too. Then the room falls dead silent. Wolfgang comes out heaving breath, covered in Julia’s blood. His knuckles are white on the handle of the hatchet and there is hair on the bloody blade.
“Let’s finish this.” Wolfgang says. “Tear down the blinds. Open the windows. Let the light into every corner.”
They storm through the castle breaking open boarded up windows and flood the place with sunlight. Screams come from somewhere, Dracula’s Maidens. Maria runs out the front doors on fire and vanishes before she’s ten paces into the day.
“That should take care of them.” Frankenstein tells Wolfgang. “I’m sorry, my son. We should have done it sooner. My mind has been so far away.”
“Why was there only the single bite?” Wolfgang wonders.
They stare at each other.
Frankenstein swings wide the doorway down to the basement and raises a lantern to the darkness within… He looks over his shoulder at Wolfgang, who gazes back into the recovery room at Julia’s corpse, losing his tenuous grip on sanity.
“You wait here.” Frankenstein advises. “If you can manage, you should start making preparations for the transplant. It won’t be long, now.”
Wolfgang says nothing, and he doesn’t turn around to face his father. Frankenstein begins his descent into the basement.
“This ought not to take very long to settle.” Frankenstein promises.
And with that, he delves into the dark, down the long staircase.
“You can come out now,” he yells into the darkness. “It’s over. This is the end.”
He reaches the bottom of the stairs and is greeted by Dracula, shrouded in shadows.
Frankenstein raises his lantern and its light reveals the vampire to be misshapen and malformed. Incomplete. Incorrect. Completely disgusting.
“Her virgin blood was collected by my servants.” Dracula explains. “It was mixed with my remains and the soil of my homeland. I am resurrected.
“Only now is true power mine to behold. I see the shapes and edges of an invisible world that exists all around us.
“I thought I had become the master of life and death by giving life to dead flesh, but I was naïve. Truly, now I am the Master of Reality, reborn from nothingness with new life and new power undreamt of before! Omnipotence is mine!”
“No,” Frankenstein denies him.
“Listen, Frankenstein, everything is changed,” the vampire says. “This is a fresh start. Soon I will be to full strength. I’m not myself just yet, but it’s coming. I feel it building inside me, and with just a few more drinks of innocent blood it will be within my grasp.
“I know what you’ve done upstairs, but it’s not too late. I forgive you Frankenstein, and I apologize. I’ve made a mess of your life and I want to make it up to you. Give me the chance to make it up to you! I will gain my full composure and we’ll get you into that new body! You and I at peak performance? We’ll get cranking on some new experiments… It’ll be just like old times, friend.”
“Once you’re strong…” Frankenstein says, “Once you’ve fed yourself and you’re in shape again, you’ll be drunk with power. You’ll never let me have what I want. You’ll either kill me for inconveniencing you or you’ll keep me alive to amuse you.
“You’ll stop me, just to show me you can. Because immortality has made you cruel. We’re not going to find out what omnipotence does for you. I’m sorry. It has to be this way.”
Dracula straightens his posture and prepares for a fight. “I’m sorry it has to be like this,” he says.
Frankenstein picks up a log, and lunges at Dracula. The vampire raises his hand as his eyes glow bright red. Suddenly Frankenstein can’t move. He strains against Dracula’s hold over him.
“Haven’t we gone through this?” Dracula reminds him.
Frankenstein fights his way to Dracula step by agonizing step. Dracula concentrates harder on holding him back with all his might, but it’s no use. He doesn’t have the power yet.
Frankenstein’s seams begin to pop from the incredible exertion, and blood sprays from all of his joined parts. But he fights on, and finally he is close enough to Dracula to do some harm.
“ENOUGH!” he shouts, and smashes Dracula in the face with the log, crushing his fangs and making an even more disgusting mush of his features.
Once Dracula’s concentration is broken by the blast to the head, his hold over Frankenstein is disrupted, and Frankenstein beats him mercilessly with the log. The vampire hisses.
“Come on!” Frankenstein yells.
He drags Dracula, kicking and screaming, towards the chamber that formerly held the wolf-man.
Suddenly from all corners of the basement, spiders and bugs and every type of crawling insect come alive and swarm over Frankenstein, into his eyes, nose and mouth. Even into the cracks in his flesh. He screams as they bite and burrow into him, but he doesn’t stop dragging Dracula to the chamber.
“Please!” Dracula begs. “Listen to me! You’re being irrational! I can help you! Don’t do this! STOP!”
But Frankenstein tosses him into the cage. He spits out a mouthful of insects and he grabs the switch that allows ultra-magnified moonlight to flood in via mirrors from outside, only it’s daylight outside now.
“Go back to Hell!” Frankenstein screams at the distorted vampire.
Dracula looks up at Frankenstein. Beaten to a pulp, misshapen, and now trapped behind the glass of the cell.
“You stand on a rock that falls forever into the bottomless pit.” Dracula tells him. “You’re in Hell, Frankenstein. Don’t ever forget it!”
Frankenstein throws the switch and blinding, furious sunlight fills the chamber. Dracula wails and then vanishes.
Frankenstein collapses. Blood oozes from a million places. With Dracula dead, the insects all scurry back to their hidey-holes.
Frankenstein lays still for a long, long time, but finally he drags himself along and then rises, making his way back up the staircase.
In the main hall, Wolfgang is dancing a waltz to imaginary music in his head with the lifeless, beheaded corpse of Julia. As they dance, and he holds her tighter, the wooden stake protrudes further from her bloody back.
Suddenly the door bursts open and Frankenstein falls through. Wolfgang snaps from his trance and he drops Julia’s body.
“FATHER!” he shouts, and runs to him.
Wolfgang drags the mess that’s left of Frankenstein into the lab, where the new body is laid out, awaiting the brain.
He straps him to the opposite table and prepares himself for surgery.
He has gone completely insane.
“Maybe we should wait.” Frankenstein says weakly.
Wolfgang is crazed. “What’s there to wait for now?” he asks, brandishing a saw. “What’s left, but this?”
“Gather your wits, now.” Frankenstein advises.
“Isn’t this what it all comes down to?” Wolfgang asks. “Bring you back better so you can make an even bigger mess bringing back your woman? We’re all out of second chances for my bride, unfortunately.
“I think we’ll burn for this. I know we will.”
“I’m sorry I brought you into this.” Frankenstein sobs. “I’m sorry for all that’s happened. We’ll make it right.”
He’s starting to sound a lot like Dracula.
“It will be right.” Wolfgang says. “I know it will be right.”
He holds a rag soaked in ether to his Father’s face and knocks him unconscious.
Then he goes about the hideous work of the transplant. He saws open his Father’s head and removes the living brain with insane enthusiasm.
He transfers the brain to the new body, manic and frenzied in demented surgical delirium.
In the recovery room later, things are calmer.
Frankenstein’s head is bandaged. Wolfgang is checking his vital signs.
Frankenstein’s eyes snap open. He’s confused.
“There you are now, how do you feel?” Wolfgang asks him.
“I’m… I’m so hungry,” Frankenstein exclaims. “I’m starving! Oh help me!”
Frankenstein leaps out of bed, tearing needles out of his arms, and lunges for his Son.
“Father, no!” Wolfgang cries out.
“Help me!” Frankenstein shouts. “Feed me!”
Frankenstein grabs his son and tears his throat out with his teeth, drinking deeply of his blood. Wolfgang dies twitching in his Father’s arms.
“Blood!” Screams Frankenstein. “Blood! BLOOD!”
When Wolfgang is drained, Frankenstein runs to the mirror clutching at his throat, but he has no reflection!
However, he can feel on his new neck, unnoticed by either Doctor, a single bite.
Flesh & Blood vol. I, II, & III contents ©2007, 2013 Brian Jackson
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