Spent my first night at the castle of Count Dracula. He's a queer older gent. Seems virile although he appears to be in his 60s. Very stiff and formal.
One odd thing from last night. I managed to cut my finger trying to slice the roasted beef that was served for dinner. The Count took my finger into his mouth and sucked it like it was my prick. I even thought I heard him moan a little. He explained that it was an old tradition. I'll try to keep my blood and appendages to myself.
Mina Murray's diary: 7 Sept, 1869
Since my Jonathan has been gone for a few weeks, and will be gone a few more, I've spent more time with my friend from school, Lucy.
Lucy has changed a bit in the intervening years. She was always considered beautiful, she was very shy even amongst us girls. An all girl school can be liberating or confining. No boys means no romance. Most of us found ways to pleasure ourselves and sometimes each other. I never saw Lucy less than fully dressed, try as I might.
She now has three "beaus". I have yet to meet them, but I can tell from the way she speaks of them that they have each been intimate with her. Maybe tonight I can unearth her secrets, maybe her body as well....
Jonathan Harker's diary 8 Sept 1869
I had an odd dream last night. I dreamt that three beautiful women were surrounding and kissing me. They were fully clothed in old-fashioned type gowns. I was stark naked.
Then I was forced to my hands and knees and I was aware of the Count behind me. He began to bugger me. It was painful at first, but then somehow pleasurable. Reminded me of my schoolboy days, but I was a more willing participant then. Well, maybe not initially.
I'm not sure how long the "dream" lasted. I use parentheses because when I awoke, I had bite marks on my neck and the bed linens were soiled. I would feel sorry for the Count's household staff, but I haven't encountered any yet.
Maybe if I adopt the Count's nocturnal habits I would see someone. He seems to sleep during the day, if at all, and stay awake all night. Maybe that's another Transylvanian tradition. I might try to take a look around the place now that I've recovered from my travels.
Mina Murray's diary 9 Sept 1869
What a night with Lucy! It began with a couple of glasses of sherry. They loosened Lucy's full, tempting lips. Not only does she have three suitors, all are well endowed. Or so she proclaims. The first of these, Dr. John Seward, is the administrator of an insane asylum! That sounds disturbing and frightening. Especially since she says he fucks like a madman. That he's quiet and scholarly in public, but not when his pants drop. I sense that she would choose him if not for his vocation. The second of these, Quincey Morris, is an American from Texas. What a wild place that must be! He's apparently very wealthy, but a bit uncouth. Lucy says he's the opposite from Dr. Seward, loud and boisterous in public, but very serious in the boudoir. She says he more of a lover than fucker, but he can go all night! Last, but not least is Arthur Holmwood, who is heir to a lordship. Lucy's parents are quite enthralled with him, thinking what a prosperous and prestigious match he would make. Lucy likes him well enough, but he isn't as exciting as the other two. I think she'll eventually "settle" for the security a marriage to him would bring. After story time I was again surprised at the changes in Lucy. After stripping me naked, she laid me on the bed and began dominating me. Not as a man would necessarily, but she was in charge thinking of nothing but driving me mad with pleasure. That she pretty much accomplished. I was disappointed that she kept her chemise on. She started with kissing me, softly at first, then harder, sometimes thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Then she moved down and suckled my breasts, sometimes nipping my nipples. It was all I could do to keep from screaming at that point. I was becoming very moist. She kissed a trail down almost to my pussy then began kissing me on my inner thighs before thrusting her tongue into my pussy. I was biting my lips almost to the point of bleeding. I don't remember much after that. I must have fainted. I vaguely remember seeing Lucy smiling down at me and then I fell asleep.
Jonathan Harker's diary 10 Sept 1869
I decided to have a look around the Castle, careful to not get lost. Many of the doors were locked. Cobwebs and dust almost everywhere. A good bit of it is in disrepair.
I found a staircase going down to a cellar area. It was a good thing I brought a candle with me. A lack of cobwebs made me feel certain that someone, maybe the Count himself, uses these stairs frequently.
At the bottom, I was shocked at what I saw. It seemed to be a sort of crypt. Several coffins, candleholders, and a sort of altar were about all to be seen. The altar didn't appear to have been used in years. I also heard rats or something scurrying around.
One of the coffin lids wasn't quite sealed. It looked like it had been opened and closed many times. I'm not sure why, but I decided to look inside.
I was stunned to see the Count, completely naked lying inside. And even more surprising, he looked completely lifeless. Not sleeping, or even comatose, but utterly dead. Well, not completely. His large penis was incomprehensibly erect. I couldn't help but stare at it for a minute or two. A bit of repulsion, but also shock at the realization that it may have been inside me. What had I gotten myself into?
I was tempted to see if the women from my "dream" were in the other coffins.
I ran back to my room. I was trying to decide if I was losing my senses. I had been warned about odd happenings in the castle and its surroundings, but I had thought it was superstition.
Later, when I entered the dining room, the Count wasn't present. The usual cold dinner was on the table along with a note saying that the Count was detained on business, but would be back on the morrow.
I'll see if I have the "dream" when I try to sleep.
Mina Murray's diary 11 Sept 1869
Another very pleasant day with Mina. Today she showed me books she had of erotic artwork. Men and women; beasts, both real and mythical. And not just men with women or beast with beast, any combination you'd care to immagine. You can imagine the affect it had on both of us. And, of course, we had a couple of glasses of sherry. I was a tad shocked when Mina revealed she had experienced quite a few of these. Wicked girl! That's when she related a few details of her relationships with her suitors. That she had indeed fucked all three. Sometimes two of them or even all three at one time! She also said that she had been able to get the two Englishmen to pleasure each other for her entertainment. She said it's her goal to get Quincey to at least let one of them suck his prick. That's when she turned her attentions to me. But this time I was able to get her disrobed as well. Her pale skin goes so well with her auburn hair. And her thick bush is auburn as well. She has firm, large bubbies with pale pink nipples. Her nipples alone are breathtaking, when erect they seem to extend almost a half an inch. Her sweet pussy is pale pink as well. Well rounded hips and an arse as full and as firm as her bubbies. She looks like she stepped from a painting in one of her books. After we had satisfied each other's carnal desires again and again, Lucy stunned me one more time. She wanted me to be involved in an orgy with her and her men! She said that I wouldn't regret it if I did and that I would regret it if I didn't. I haven't heard from Jonathan in days, not since he stopped in Budapest. My hours with Lucy had kept me from feeling depressed. Now I was at least considering fucking three men I've never met. What would Jonathan think? What will I do?
Jonathan Harker's diary 12 Sept 1869
The Count was here last evening. I wish it hadn't been so. Now I have a clue as to his motives. I had just started eating my dinner when he strode in. I had never seen him this way. Instead of his usual cool, distant demeanor, he glared at me before speaking. He told me that he was aware of my entering his "chambers" as he put it. While admitting that he had not expressly told me to keep away, he felt I should have used better reasoning before entering. Then he shocked me. He told me that since the paperwork for his real estate purchase had been put in the post that I was no longer needed in my "official" capacity. But he had other ways in which I could serve him. With that he disrobed and told me to do the same. I had no choice but to comply. His cock was as erect as I had seen it. I guess that either I hadn't been dreaming before or that I was now capable of foreseeing the future. He had me turn my back to him and get down on all fours. I was expecting to be rogered again, but was surprised to feel the sting of a whip on my back. I screamed as he told me that I deserved punishment and punishment is what he does best. It reminded me of my few canings in school, but this more painful and vicious. I lost count of how many lashes I received on my back, buttocks, and thighs. At least my manhood was spared. Finally he relented and had me turn to face him while still on my knees. His cock had been dripping and it was obvious from the look on his face that he enjoyed my punishment. In fact, I think was allowed to "sneak" into his chambers as a pretext to his actions. He then made me lick his penis and call him "master". Considering that my fate was in his hands there was nothing else to think of him as. Then he thrust his priapus into my mouth and almost into my throat. I gagged and tried to maintain my composure. He seemed to think I enjoyed it. I had no doubt that he was. He had remarkable staying power. I was hoping that his "brides", as I've come to think of them, would appear. After a few minutes he was ready to mount me. He thrust fully into me and left me gasping. I guess I should have anticipated that. There was nothing dreamlike about this. He mated with me as a beast would, with no concern for anything other than his pleasure. At some point he mentioned that he had seen my miniature portrait of Mina and that he looked forward to making her his as well. I was incensed and was going to voice my displeasure, but a particularly brutal thrust made me collapse to the floor and my mind turned to my survival. Shortly afterwards I heard him groan and my bowels were filled with his seed. I felt extremely emasculated and weak. Then he took my clothing and said his preparations to begin his journey to England were underway. When I asked if and how I would be allowed to return, he merely stated that after his departure I could do as I wished. Then he left my chamber, slamming the door as he departed. Oh Mina, how I hope I can return to you and save you from Count Dracula!
Mina Murray's diary 13 Sept 1869
The fateful day arrived. Lucy's parents were out of town and she gave leave to the servants except for her chambermaid. I don't think I could ever get used to having servants, maybe a housekeeper if any. Luy and I were both dressed in sheer chemises, our intentions were obvious, I suppose. She had sherry on hand for us and cognac or the gentlemen. At least I hope they were gentle! She also had a tray of hors d'oeuvres. She had to keep reproving because I was trying to eat something to settle my nerves. She did allow me a few sips of sherry. Quincey was the first to arrive. He kissed Lucy on the cheek and me on my hand. He seemed charming, especially his accent. I don't recall hearing a Texan spek before. I couldn't help but notice a bulge in his trousers. I believe I am becoming more like Lucy every day! I'm blushing just writing this. Lucy allowed Quincey to have refreshments, so I was finally allowed to. The Doctor was next. He greeted us by only taking our hands in his, but I could see a fire in his eyes. I was hoping that there was also a fire elsewhere. I'm blushing again! He shook hands with Quincey and joined him in a drink. Finally Arthur arrived. I was immediately won over by his elegance and charm. He kissed the hands of both Lucy and I. I wanted to believe our initial eye contact was longer and more meaningful than polite society would allow. I had made my mind up that I had no intention of being "polite" tonight and that I wanted Arthur to be my conquest. Well, he was here to fuck, but I wanted to think that I could seduce him in any situation. (I'm dreadfully sorry if you read this, Jonathan!) After taking a glass of cognac, Arthur invited me to join him on a loveseat. The other two men joined Lucy on a sofa. They wasted little time in removing her chemise and caressing her body. Arthur and I watched as he began to stroke my hand. I'm sure he could sense that I wasn't used to such a scene. He began whispering sweet nothings in my ear (I honestly can't remember a word, my heart was racing so.) I was bold enough to place my hand on his muscular thigh and gave it a squeeze. He kissed me on the lips and moved my hand to his bulge. I couldn't believe how large his cock was! Long and thick it seemed. In a moment I was naked as well and his cock was out of his trousers. It was as huge as it seemed! Before lowering my mouth onto his shaft, I looked over at Lucy. The Doctor was already fucking her while she was sucking Quincey's prick. I kept watching Lucy and tried to match her sucking. I felt it was best to learn from her considerable experience. Arthur seemed pleased as he leaned back with his eyes closed and began moaning. It wasn't long until Arthur was fucking me. No elegance here, it was a nice, hard fuck. Even though I was in ecstasy, I couldn't help sneaking glances at Lucy and her boys. I caught Arthur looking as well. I'd never felt such deep thrusts as he was administering me. Then things changed. Lucy coerced Quincey into allowing the Doctor to suck his cock. I never thought I would witness such a thing in person. I don't think I had even considered it a possibility. I began climaxing, and whether because of that or seeing the other two men thus engaged, I felt Arthur's seed inside me and he moaned loudly. Dear Lord! I hadn't intended on that happening, not even Lucy allows the men to come in her. I ran from the room crying and wailing. I locked the door and wouldn't respond to anyone. How could I let that happen? What if I was now with child? What would Jonathan think? My God, I still hadn't heard from my Love in weeks!
Jonathan Harker's journal 14 Sept 1869
No sign of life, or death, in the Count's castle. He was apparently true to his word and has vacated. No sign of his "brides". I'd miss his nefarious harem more than him.
There is also no sign of my clothes, or of most of my personal effects. Likewise, there is little to be found of food. Also there seems to be no locks to hold me inside. I'll cover myself as best that I can, eat what I can find, and leave with hopes of finding someone or of someone finding me. I've no doubt that Mina is alarmed by the lack of news from me. I hope that she doesn't fear for the worst. And I hope that the worst does not befall me...
Whitby Gazette 13 October 1869
A ship from Europe, Demeter, was found wrecked on the shore. Some members of the crew are missing and presumed dead. The captain and the rest of the crew were found dead onboard. The men were naked from the waste down and their bodies drained of blood. No word yet on any explanation for this. A large wolf was said to have been seen leaving the ship, but it is only a rumour at this point.
Mina Murray's diary 13 October 1869
I haven't had the heart to continue my diary, but I've received word that Jonathan has been ill, but should be home in a matter of weeks, hopefully only days. Apparently it was some sort of fever. A Dr. Van Helsing, whom Dr. Seward studied under, checked in on him. Dr Van Helsing is coming to London to see one of Dr. Seward's patients.
Last evening, just after dusk, I heard an odd noise outside. When I went to the door to see what was the matter, I heard Lucy groan. I ran towards the sounds.
What I saw shocked me, so much that I doubted my senses. Lucy was on all fours and in an ecstatic state. The cause? She was being mounted and mated by what appeared to be a wolf. I stood there frozen with a mixture of repulsion, fear, and, I hesitate to say, arousal. It was like a scene from one of Lucy's books brought to life.
Suddenly the wolf howled and Lucy screamed in ecstasy. The wolf dismounted her and fled. Lucy crumpled to the ground with the wolf's seed dripping from her cunt.
Lucy seemed asleep or unconscious. When I reached her and shook her awake, she said she had had the most marvelous dream. I walked her inside and put her to bed. I stayed by her side until dawn when she awakened.
When she started to explain her dream, I told her that she hadn't been dreaming, She didn't remember leaving her bed and thought I was joking with her until she realized that she was naked under the sheets.
I took a nap while she composed herself and dressed. At breakfast she seemed like her old self.
Dr. Seward's journal 14 October 1869
I've contacted Dr. Van Helsing about Renfield, a troubling patient of mine. He's always been an odd sort, no sign of sanity. Now he has taken up eating flies and other insects for their "life force". He says that blood is life, but what's worse is that he eats naked while masturbating. After the climax of his lewd act, he gathers up and swallows his semen. He claims that's another source of power. He also says his master is nearby and will free him soon. He hasn't had as much as a visitor in several years and receives no correspondence. Sedatives seem to have no effect on him either. I'm hoping Van Helsing will be here in the next few days.
Jonathan Harker's diary 15 October 1869
Apparently I only made it far enough away from the Castle to be found. It turns out a search party had been sent to find me after I hadn't returned to the inn in the village after a few days. There weren't many willing to go because of the Count's reputation. Thank God they found a few. It seems I was near death and hallucinating.
I was diagnosed with a brain fever, exhaustion, and over exposure to the elements. I suppose I was lucky it was October and not December or January.
There was a nurse at my bedside until I had recovered consciousness. A local doctor attended to me as well as a Dr. Van Helsing from Vienna. He is said to be well versed in all of the medical sciences, mental and physical. He paled when I told him of my time in the Castle. He seemed to be familiar with Dracula, but he wouldn't tell how. He did seem very concerned when I said that the Count was going to London. It turns out that he is going there as well, to see a patient of one of his former students.
I shall begin the journey home in a few days, so we may cross paths again.
Mina Murray's diary 16 October 1869
Count Dracula, the man with whom Jonathan was conducting business in Transylvania, has arrived in London. He has purchased Carfax Abbey, a dreadful, run down property next to Lucy's parents. Her parents have arranged a dinner to welcome him. Perhaps he can shed some light on Jonathan's condition.
Lucy has been shunning her beaus. She has been warm towards me. Perhaps she feels shame about the wolf incident? We haven't discussed it. We haven't looked through her books lately, maybe I should mention it and see her reaction.
I think I have forgiven myself for the orgy incident. I'm still torn as to whether I should tell Jonathan. I definitely shan't tell him until I'm sure that he is well.
I suppose I need to pick out a dress for the dinner party.
Dr. Seward's journal 17 October 1869
Renfield's behaviour is getting worse. He tried to escape, while naked. Luckily he failed. He claims that his "master" is calling him. Such a curious case. I need to find some way to get hime sedated, if for no other reason than to protect himself.
The masturbation and insect eating have intensified as well. He would like for me to allow him some small pet, no preference in the type. I have no doubt that he would only kill it and try to feed himself.
Dr. Van Helsing should be here in a day or two. Perhaps he had experience with such a case. I can find nothing in the medical journals.
Mina Murray's diary 18 October 1869
I was too tired after the dinner party last night to write. It was quite eventful.
The Count entered with three beautiful women, all of them pale and elegant. Their clothing seemed a little old-fashioned, but I've never been out of England so I may be a tad judgmental. I'm sure I'm not considered fashionable myself. He explained that they were his consorts. Most of us were shocked to hear that. Maybe it wasn't quite what he meant to say. He also said that they spoke no English.
They declined to dine, which seemed odd at a dinner party of all things. The Count explained that they had dined before arriving and have dining habits which we might find odd. I was seated next to Lucy and we were speculating what that might mean. Raw meat? Small children? Okay, we shouldn't have had any sherry. The Count couldn't hear us (I don't think!), but he noticed that we were giggling.
All three of Lucy's men were there, along with a few of her parent's friends and maybe a couple of relatives. A fairly small party. Lucy and I mainly kept to ourselves.
After the meal, Lucy made the comment to me that perhaps she needed to add an older, ennobled gentleman to her admirers. Right on queue the Count approached us. He introduced himself to us and took us each by the hand briefly. his touch was unnaturally cold. His breath seemed a bit foul, otherwise he seemed like a gentleman. He told us that he hoped that we might be able to be his guides in London. Lucy quickly asked if tomorrow morning was too early, but he explained that he kept late hours. I was shocked at Lucy's forwardness. Did she genuinely have an interest in him? He seemed to be older than her father, maybe old enough to be her grandfather. I excused him from the Count and apologized if we seemed tipsy. The Count just smiled and Lucy pinched me.
It did seem that the Count kept an eye on us, or at least on Lucy, until he excused himself on grounds that he was still fatigued from his journey.
After he left, almost everyone made some remark or other about the Count's oddness. Some just thought it was because of cultural differences. Quincey said that he just didn't like or trust the man. Lucy glared at him. Was it jealousy on Quincey's part? He is a bit more travelled than most of us.
The party broke up shortly after the Count's exit.
Jonathan Harker's diary 19 October 1869
I'm departing from Transylvania. I fear that I will not be in time to save Mina. I pray that Dr. Van Helsing can save her.
I've been having strange dreams during my recovery. Dreams involving the Count and his brides. Mina has been in a few. At least this time I know that they are only dreams.
Dr. Seward's journal 20 October 1869
Renfield has finally made his escape. It was overnight. Perhaps he has an accomplice/master? I can't imagine what one would want with such a lunatic. I was a bit embarrassed to admit to Van Helsing, who arrived this morning. He did peruse his file and was at a loss. He thought that Renfield sounded like a lost cause, even before his latest antics. Perhaps he will show up, I pray it will be alive.
Mina Murray's diary 21 October 1869
The night before last, we found Mina coming back into the house apparently from sleepwalking. She had two small puncture wounds on her neck. She said she had been careless with a brooch pin. That seems odd. Last night I noticed she wasn't in her bedroom. I walked out behind the house with a lighted candle. I found her on all fours like a few nights ago, but it was the Count who had mounted her this time! I was stunned at first, I couldn't even breathe. When I finally gasped, the Count made eye contact with me and I was mesmerized. Spellbound, you might say. I can't say how long I was like this. When I regained my senses, the Count was gone. Lucy was lying on the ground, nude and more pale than usual. The place on her neck was reddened like it had been reinjured. It took a few minutes to get her to regain consciousness and for me to get her back to bed. I didn't dare tell her parents, for fear that they might blame her in light of her actions towards him at the dinner party. I sent a message to Dr, Seward to see if he might be able to visit her, but word came back that he was detained until the morrow. I hope it's not too late!
Dr. Seward's journal 22 October 1869
Yesterday I received a message from Miss Mina Murray asking to look in on Miss Lucy Westenra, who is apparently under the weather. I was on an errand with Dr. Van Helsing, otherwise I would have gone.
I asked Van Helsing to accompany me, just in case it was something that he had more experience with. I was in no way expecting what we found.
Miss Westenra was still in bed at midday with the curtains drawn. She was very much paler, and almost lifeless, a stark contrast from the last time I had seen her (in a social context). She had been that way for a couple of days, I was told.
Van Helsing at once began his examination, much to my relief. I was a bit distraught at her condition. He revealed two marks that appeared to be an animal bite, but I hadn't seen anything like it. Van Helsing enquired about pets, but i think that was to allow him to process his thoughts.
When he opened the curtains, Lucy hissed like an animal and begged him to close them. He obliged. With a grave face he left a list of instructions for the household staff to follow and gave orders that she was not to be left unattended for a moment, day or night. And he also told Mr Westenra that the servants must make sure all windows and doors were fastened at night.
We parted after that, with the promise to return in a day or two. Van Helsing said that he needed to search through some journals.
After we were in my coach, I asked if he had any inkling of what the ailment was. He replied that he was almost certain and that he prayed God would have mercy on us all. I could get nothing else out of him on the matter.
Mina Murray's diary 23 October 1869
Garlic flowers were put in Lucy's room, per Dr. Van Helsing. He also had her wear a crucifix pendant around her neck. The windows were bolted shut before nightfall. I was to stay in her room with her until dawn. Lucy wasn't happy about any of this, but was too weak to put up much of a fight. She seemed resigned to make the best of it. The evening passed quietly enough. I lit a few candles to allow me to keep watch, without interfering with Lucy's sleep. She asked for a glass of water before trying to sleep. The doctor had prescribed a mild sedative and Lucy was drowsy in no time. Shortly after nightfall, I heard a sort of scratching at a window. I was shocked to see a bat! Why was it flitting about and scratching the window? After a few minutes it was gone. Suddenly Count Dracula's face was peering in the window. I suppose I shouldn't have been shocked. Apparently, he bade me to open the window and remove the garlic flowers. We had to piece this together later because I have no memory of it, but obviously poor Lucy couldn't have. He was followed by his three consorts, that I do remember though hazily. The three ladies began to kiss and caress me, I lost all thought of poor Lucy. I assume the Count mounted and fucked her again. I was soon totally naked and in bliss. The ladies were wonderful lovers, though now I hate to admit it. Some of their kisses, on my neck were painful but wonderful. They took turns burying themselves between my thighs. I'm not sure how much time had passed. About dawn, I awakened naked with a stinging sensation on my neck. Before I could really consider that, I looked over at the bed where Lucy lay lifeless. She too was naked and almost gray looking. Her eyes were wide open, but seeing nothing. The wounds on her neck were inflamed. I shook her to try to awaken her. Then I screamed and fainted. Lucy, I have failed you!
Dr. Seward's journal 24 October 1869
Van Helsing and I were called again to the Westenra residence. The message said that Lucy had passed away. I was distraught, but Van Helsing helped regain my composure.
Upon arriving, we found Lucy lying on her bed with only a sheet to cover her. There was no doubt that Lucy was dead.
Van Helsing said that he had hesitated to explain Lucy's malady and he was truly sorry for that. He feared that no one would believe him. He said she had been slain by a vampire! If not for the severity of the situation, I might have laughed in his face. He was so earnest and sincere, and he was my mentor. I decided to hear him out. He said there were things in Eastern Europe and the Far East that no Westerner could understand, That things that we believed were fantasy or folklore were indeed real.
After leaving her family and friends to grieve he told me that he thought that Count Dracula was the culprit. When I asked him if he had any proof, he said that Jonathan Harker, Miss Murray's fiance, had similar wounds and illness. He believed that the Count's consorts were responsible for Harker's wounds. He said that he believed that only male vampires could create another vampire, by "virtue" of his seed.
I asked what could be done now save for dealing with Dracula. He said that we must visit Lucy's grave after her burial and drive a wooden stake through her heart and possibly decapitate her. I had to contain myself for fear of striking him. The blasphemy of it all! He explained that that would save her soul and keep her from possibly killing others including those close to her. I shuddered at the thought.
Mina Murray's diary 25 October 1869
Lucy's funeral is tomorrow, I dread it! I still can't believe she's gone. Her parents are still in shock and left the funeral planning to relatives. Oh, how I do wish that Jonathan were here! Perhaps he shan't be much longer in getting home. Dr. Van Helsing still insists on the garlic flowers in Lucy's room until the funeral. She is to be locked in her room at night with the windows bolted. I don't see what good such precautions would do now. Such a silly man, though I'm sure he means well. He also insists on the same for me. I suppose I'll humour him.
Dr. Seward's journal 26 October 1869
Van Helsing and I will attend Miss Westenra's funeral this afternoon. I'm sure it will be a somber affair.
He has tried to recruit Morris and Holmwood in our plans for Lucy's corpse. Holmwood was surprised, but agreed if it was in Lucy's best interest. Morris proclaimed that we were lunatics and stormed from the room never to return. I assume that as a gentleman he'll not speak a word to anyone else.
Van Helsing and I also took a look around the exterior of Dracula's Carfax Abbey estate. It is quite rundown and doesn't appear to offer any obvious challenges to undermine Dracula's plans once we have dealt with Lucy.
Dr. Seward's journal 27 October 1869
Quincey Morris was found dead this morning. Dr. Van Helsing and I viewed his remains. Bite marks on his neck and his body was drained of blood. He somehow managed to die with an erect penis. Van Helsing gazed at it longer than was professionally necessary. I hadn't forgotten that he had buggered many of his male students, including me.
We both feel that Lucy is the probable culprit, though we can't exclude the possibility of Dracula. Perhaps we should have thrown caution to the wind and dealt with Lucy last night. I suppose we'll have to handle the gruesome task tonight.
Mina Murray's diary 27 October 1869
I haven't had the will to write, or do much else, since Lucy's funeral. Goodbye my sweet, dear friend. I'm going to go back to my parents' home in a day or two. I don't want to make it seem like I'm abandoning Lucy's parents, but there are too many bad, recent memories here. I'm sure that they'll understand, and removing the burden of entertaining a guest will probably do them good. Maybe they will go on holiday, for lack of a better term.
They've offered Lucy's books to me and I think I will accept them, at least I have good memories of sharing those with her.
I keep hoping that I will awake one morning and find that it has all been a nightmare.
Speaking of nightmares, Quincey was found dead this morning. No one will give me any details other than it was sudden. I want to leave all this darkness behind me.
Dr. Seward's journal 28 October 1869
The deed with Lucy's corpse was done yesterday in the afternoon. Holmwood accompanied us. I was too distraught to write of it yesterday, and do not want to relive the details even now. Last night had its own horror. Van Helsing and I were plotting our plans for Dracula, beginning with searching for his coffin. Suddenly he and his consorts appeared in my office, accompanied by Renfield. So now we know who his master is. They say a vampire has to be invited in, so I guess a(n) (escaped) patient counts. Dracula and Van Helsing seemed familiar with each other, though the actions weren't cordial. Van Helsing went to raise a crucifix to Dracula, but Renfield slapped it out of his hand. Then Dracula seemed to exert some sort of hypnosis, or other control over Van Helsing. I was besieged by the ladies. Renfield stripped Van Helsing of his clothes, whilst the consorts did the same to me. Dracula had stripped himself and had his erect penis in Van Helsing's face. The consorts were kissing and caressing me. I was repulsed by their cold touch, but could do nothing about it. My own penis had become erect in spite of my heart and mind. I did catch myself wishing it were Lucy making love to me. The Count then "forced" Van Helsing to perform oral sex on him. I use quotation marks because he was as helpless as I. Then Renfield began to flog him with a leathern whip. He was drawing blood in no time. Van Helsing seemed to be enjoying the debasement in a perverse fashion. No doubt he had performed some of these acts before, perhaps all, but I would assume not in such a situation. Then the Count mounted Van Helsing like dogs. Renfield stopped the flogging and turned to one of his favorite occupations, masturbation. Then I was aware that the ladies were biting my neck, all three at once. About the same time, Dracula leant forward and bit Van Helsing's neck. Van Helsing began begging for his life. I became aware that I was in the same predicament, but was unable to speak. As Van Helsing's life was flowing from him he began instead to beg the Count for his seed so that he might have eternal life instead of death. Dracula merely laughed at him and withdrew his penis. A few moments later, Van Helsing slumped to the floor with no sign of life in his eyes, only terror. Dracula then bit Renfield on the neck and drank his blood briefly, then he shoved his penis into Renfield's mouth and spent his seed. Renfield swallowed greedily and then began thanking his master for the gift. As I was losing consciousness I was filled with dread that now besides the cold, heartless, calculating Count we have an undead lunatic to deal with. Holmwood was the one who found us. I had told the staff to not disturb Van Helsing and I. Holmwood barged in without heeding the staff. He was pledged to help me continue Van Helsing's fight. God help us all!
London Daily News 29 October 1869
Scotland Yard reports that Dr. Abraham Van Helsing, of Vienna, and Dr. John Seward, of London, were found deceased in the office of Dr. Seward in Bethlem Royal Hospital. They were found by one Arthur Holmwood.
They were found naked and drained of all bood, a situation that has been happening repeatedly in the past few days. Dr. Van Helsing also had lacerations on his back, perhaps from a whip. Scotland Yard is Investigating it as a murder, of course, but admit that they have no leads. They urge citizens to exercise extra precautions if they must be out at night. It appears that all of the preceding deaths also occurred at night.
Jonathan Harker's diary 30 October 1869
I arrived in London and surprised Mina at her parent's home. I had assumed she would have been with Lucy, but her poor parents told me of the sorrowful events. I don't think they have any clue as to the possibility that Lucy is undead.
Mina almost squeezed to life from me when I entered the home. She was as glad to see me as I was to her. I wish the circumstances were better for both of us. I'm almost recovered physically, but still have nightmares of my time in Dracula's castle.
I had been hoping that Van Helsing would have been successful in tracking down and slaying the Count, but the morning newspaper says that he died in mysterious circumstances. I believe that I can imagine what those circumstances were. The fiend must be stopped!
However, when Arthur Holmwood visited this afternoon and asked if I would help him in slaying Dracula, I declined. My plan is for Mina and I to be wed tomorrow and leave immediately for a honeymoon/ escape. I hope no one will think me cowardly, but I don't have the physical strength required and I want to protect Mina at all costs.
Mina Murray's diary 31 October 1869
Jonathan surprised me twice, Once by showing up unannounced, and again by saying we should be married this morning. He also said that we should leave London, and possibly England altogether, as soon a possible. He was pale and weak, but as handsome as ever. He wanted to fuck me right away, but I teased him by saying we should me married first. When he hugged me after that I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I resisted the urge suck his prick. It was hard to sleep last night, between the excitement of marriage, the ever present fear of the Count, and wanting Jonathan between my thighs. We were married by the local vicar in front of my parents after breakfast. We stayed long enough to have luncheon with my parents before boarding the train to Dover. We had a private compartment on the train. It was no time before we were naked and in each other's arms. We realized we both had bite marks on our necks. Jonathan''s were from the same ladies as mine. I was briefly jealous, and teased about biting him myself, but since I had decided to not tell him about Arthur I pushed those thoughts from my mind. I felt that he also had a secret that he wasn't telling me, but I decided to trust him. Maybe he fucked on or all of Dracula's bride. Such thoughts added to my lust and I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I don't think that he expected that. It was only moments later that he laid me on my back and thrusted his cock in me. I squealed and was surprised that the porter didn't show up. It was only a few minutes before his seed erupted in me. The fuck took a lot out of my husband. We sat side by side for the rest of the journey. I'm sure I'll get fucked again at the inn. Tomorrow we will sail for
London Daily News 1 November 1869
Her Majesty Queen Victoria has announced a welcoming reception for Count Vlad Dracula at Buckingham Palace on the 3rd. The reception will be held in the evening at the Count's request. The Count recently arrived from Transylvania and will reside in London for an indeterminate amount of time.