Original Gothic Novel
It was just a
quarter before twelve o'clock when we got into the churchyard over the low
wall. The night was dark, with occasional gleams of moonlight between the
rents of the heavy clouds that scudded across the sky. We all kept somehow
close together, with Van Helsing slightly in front as he led the way. When
we had come close to the tomb I looked well at Arthur, for I feared that the
proximity to a place laden with so sorrowful a memory would upset him; but
he bore himself well. I took it that the very mystery of the proceeding was
in some way a counteractant to his grief. The Professor unlocked the door,
and seeing a natural hesitation amongst us for various reasons, solved the
difficulty by entering first himself. The rest of us followed, and he closed
the door. He then lit a dark lantern and pointed to the coffin. Arthur stepped
forward hesitatingly; Van Helsing said to me:-
with me here yesterday. Was the body of Miss Lucy in that coffin?"
The Professor turned to the rest saying:-
and yet there is no one who does not believe with me." He took his screwdriver
and again took off the lid of the coffin. Arthur looked on, very pale but
silent; when the lid was removed he stepped forward. He evidently did not
know that there was a leaden coffin, or, at any rate, had not thought of it.
When he saw the rent in the lead, the blood rushed to his face for an instant,
but as quickly fell away again, so that he remained of a ghastly whiteness;
he was still silent. Van Helsing forced back the leaden flange, and we all
looked in and recoiled.
The coffin was
For several minutes
no one spoke a word. The silence was broken by Quincey Morris:-
I answered for you. Your word is all I want. I wouldn't ask such a thing ordinarily-
I wouldn't so dishonour you as to imply a doubt; but this is a mystery that
goes beyond any honour or dishonour. Is this your doing?"
to you by all that I hold sacred that I have not removed nor touched her.
What happened was this: Two nights ago my friend Seward and I came here- with
good purpose, believe me. I opened that coffin, which was then sealed up,
and we found it, as now empty. We then waited, and saw something white come
through the trees. The next day we came here in day-time, and she lay there.
Did she not, friend John?"
we were just in time. One more so small child was missing, and we find it,
thank God, unharmed amongst the graves. Yesterday I came here before sundown,
for at sundown the Un-Dead can move. I waited here all the night till the
sun rose, but I saw nothing. It was most probable that it was because I had
laid over the clamps of those doors garlic, which the Un-Dead cannot bear,
and other things which they shun. Last night there was no exodus, so to-night
before the sundown I took away my garlic and other things. And so it is we
find this coffin empty. But bear with me. So far there is much that is strange.
Wait you with me outside, unseen and unheard, and things much stranger are
yet to be. So"- here he shut the dark slide of his lantern- "now
to the outside." He opened the door, and we filed out, he coming last
and locking the door behind him.
Oh! but it seemed
fresh and pure in the night air after the terror of that vault. How sweet
it was to see the clouds race by, and the passing gleams of the moonlight
between the scudding clouds crossing and passing- like the gladness and sorrow
of a man's life; how sweet it was to breathe the fresh air, that had no taint
of death and decay; how humanising to see the red lighting of the sky beyond
the hill, and to hear far away the muffled roar that marks the life of a great
city. Each in his own way was solemn and overcome. Arthur was silent, and
was, I could see, striving to grasp the purpose and the inner meaning of the
mystery. I was myself tolerably patient, and half inclined again to throw
aside doubt and to accept Van Helsing's conclusions. Quincey Morris was phlegmatic
in the way of a man who accepts all things, and accepts them in the spirit
of cool bravery, with hazard of all he has to stake. Not being able to smoke,
he cut himself a good-sized plug of tobacco and began to chew. As to Van Helsing,
he was employed in a definite way. First he took from his bag a mass of what
looked like thin, wafer-like biscuit, which was carefully rolled up in a white
napkin; next he took out a double-handful of some whitish stuff, like dough
or putty. He crumbled the wafer up fine and worked it into the mass between
his hands. This he then took, and rolling it into thin strips, began to lay
them into the crevices between the door and its setting in the tomb. I was
somewhat puzzled at this, and being close, asked him what it was that he was
doing. Arthur and Quincey drew near also, as they too were curious. He answered:-
"I am closing
the tomb, so that the Un-Dead may not enter."
"And is that
stuff you have put there going to do it?" asked Quincey. "Great
Scott! Is this a game?"
that which you are using?" This time the question was by Arthur. Van
Helsing reverently lifted his hat as he answered:-
"The Host. I brought
it from Amsterdam. I have an Indulgence." It was an answer that appalled
the most sceptical of us, and we felt individually that in the presence of
such earnest purpose as the Professor's, a purpose which could thus use the
to him most sacred of things, it was impossible to distrust. In respectful
silence we took the places assigned to us close round the tomb, but hidden
from the sight of any one approaching. I pitied the others, especially Arthur.
I had myself been apprenticed by my former visits to this watching horror;
and yet I, who had up to an hour ago repudiated the proofs, felt my heart
sink within me. Never did tombs look so ghastly white; never did cypress,
or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom; never did tree
or grass wave or rustle so ominously; never did bough creak so mysteriously;
and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through
There was a long
spell of silence, a big, aching void, and then from the Professor a keen "S-s-s-s!"
He pointed; and far down the avenue of yews we saw a white figure advance-
a dim white figure, which held something dark at its breast. The figure stopped,
and at the moment a ray of moonlight fell upon the masses of driving clouds
and showed in startling prominence a dark-haired woman, dressed in the cerements
of the grave. We could not see the face, for it was bent down over what we
saw to be a fair-haired child. There was a pause and a sharp little cry, such
as a child gives in sleep, or a dog as it lies before the fire and dreams.
We were starting forward, but the Professor's warning hand, seen by us as
he stood behind a yew-tree, kept us back; and then as we looked the white
figure moved forwards again. It was now near enough for us to see clearly,
and the moonlight still held. My own heart grew cold as ice, and I could hear
the gasp of Arthur, as we recognised the features of Lucy Westenra. Lucy Westenra,
but yet how changed. The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty,
and the purity to voluptuous wantonness. Van Helsing stepped out, and, obedient
to his gesture, we all advanced too; the four of us ranged in a line before
the door of the tomb. Van Helsing raised his lantern and drew the slide; by
the concentrated light that fell on Lucy's face we could see that the lips
were crimson with fresh blood, and that the stream had trickled over her chin
and stained the purity of her lawn death-robe.
We shuddered with
horror. I could see by the tremulous light that even Van Helsing's iron nerve
had failed. Arthur was next to me, and if I had not seized his arm and held
him up, he would have fallen.
When Lucy- I call
the thing that was before us Lucy because it bore her shape- saw us she drew
back with an angry snarl, such as a cat gives when taken unawares; then her
eyes ranged over us. Lucy's eyes in form and colour; but Lucy's eyes unclean
and full of hell-fire, instead of the pure, gentle orbs we knew. At that moment
the remnant of my love passed into hate and loathing; had she then to be killed,
I could have done it with savage delight. As she looked, her eyes blazed with
unholy light, and the face became wreathed with a voluptuous smile. Oh, God,
how it made me shudder to see it! With a careless motion, she flung to the
ground, callous as a devil, the child that up to now she had clutched strenuously
to her breast, growling over it as a dog growls over a bone. The child gave
a sharp cry, and lay there moaning. There was a cold-bloodedness in the act
which wrung a groan from Arthur; when she advanced to him with outstreched
arms and a wanton smile he fell back and hid his face in his hands.
She still advanced,
however, and with a languorous, voluptuous grace, said:-
me Arthur. Leave these others and come to me. My arms are hungry for you.
Come, and we can rest together. Come, my husband, come!"
There was something
diabolically sweet in her tones- something of the tingling of glass when struck-
which rang through the brains even of us who heard the words addressed to
another. As for Arthur, he seemed under a spell; moving his hands from his
face, he opened wide his arms. She was leaping for them, when Van Helsing
sprang forward and held between them his little golden crucifix. She recoiled
from it, and, with a suddenly distorted face, full of rage, dashed past him
as if to enter the tomb.
When within a
foot or two of the door, however, she stopped as if arrested by some irresistible
force. Then she turned, and her face was shown in the clear burst of moonlight
and by the lamp, which had now no quiver from Van Helsing's iron nerves. Never
did I see such baffled malice on a face; and never, I trust, shall such ever
be seen again by mortal eyes. The beautiful colour became livid, the eyes
seemed to throw out sparks of hell-fire, the brows were wrinkled as though
the folds of the flesh were the coils of Medusa's snakes, and the lovely,
blood-stained mouth grew to an open square, as in the passion masks of the
Greeks and Japanese. If ever a face meant death- if looks could kill- we saw
it at that moment.
And so for full
half a minute, which seemed an eternity, she remained between the lifted crucifix
and the sacred closing of her means of entry: Van Helsing broke the silence
by asking Arthur:-
oh my friend! Am I to proceed in my work?"
Arthur threw himself
on his knees, and hid his face in his hands, as he answered:-
"Do as you
will, friend; do as you will. There can be no horror like this ever any more;"
and he groaned in spirit. Quincey and I simultaneously moved towards him,
and took his arms. We could hear the click of the closing lantern as Van Helsing
held it down; coming close to the tomb, he began to remove from the chinks
some of the sacred emblem which he had placed there. We all looked on in horrified
amazement as we saw, when he stood back, the woman, with a corporeal body
as real at that moment as our own, pass in through the interstice where scarce
a knife-blade could have gone. We all felt a glad sense of relief when we
saw the Professor calmly restoring the strings of putty to the edges of the
When this was
done, he lifted the child and said:
my friends; we can do no more till to-morrow. There is a funeral at noon,
so here we shall all come before long after that. The friends of the dead
will all be gone by two, and when the sexton lock the gate we shall remain.
Then there is more to do; but not like this of to-night. As for this little
one, he is not much harm, and by to-morrow night he shall be well. We shall
leave him where the police will find him, as on the other night; and then
to home." Coming close to Arthur, he said:-
Arthur, you have had sore trial; but after, when you will look back, you will
see how it was necessary. You are now in the bitter waters, my child. By this
time tomorrow you will, please God, have passed them, and have drunk of the
sweet waters; so do not mourn overmuch. Till then I shall not ask you to forgive
Arthur and Quincey
came home with me, and we tried to cheer each other on the way. We had left
the child in safety, and were tired; so we all slept with more or less reality
September, night.- A little before twelve o'clock we three- Arthur, Quincey
Morris, and myself- called for the Professor. It was odd to notice that by
common consent we had all put on black clothes. Of course, Arthur wore black,
for he was in deep mourning, but the rest of us wore it by instinct. We got
to the churchyard by half-past one, and strolled about, keeping out of official
observation, so that when the gravediggers had completed their task and the
sexton, under the belief that every one had gone, had locked the gate, we
had the place all to ourselves. Van Helsing, instead of his little black bag,
had with him a long leather one, something like a cricketing bag; it was manifestly
of fair weight.
we were alone and had heard the last of the footsteps die out up the road,
we silently, and as if by ordered intention, followed the Professor to the
tomb. He unlocked the door, and we entered, closing it behind us. Then he
took from his bag the lantern, which he lit, and also two wax candles, which,
when lighted, he stuck, by melting their own ends, on other coffins, so that
they might give light sufficient to work by. When he again lifted the lid
off Lucy's coffin we all looked- Arthur trembling like an aspen- and saw that
the body lay there in all its death-beauty. But there was no love in my own
heart, nothing but loathing for the foul Thing which had taken Lucy's shape
without her soul. I could see even Arthur's face grow hard as he looked. Presently
he said to Van Helsing:-
this really Lucy's body, or only a demon in her shape?"
is her body, and yet not it. But wait a while, and you shall see her as she
was, and is."
seemed like a nightmare of Lucy as she lay there; the pointed teeth, the bloodstained,
voluptuous mouth- which it made one shudder to see- the while carnal and unspiritual
appearance, seeming like a devilish mockery of Lucy's sweet purity. Van Helsing,
with his usual methodicalness, began taking the various contents from his
bag and placing them ready for use. First he took out a soldering iron and
some plumbing solder, and then a small oil-lamp, which gave out, when lit
in a corner of the tomb, gas which burned at fierce heat with a blue flame;
then his operating knives, which he placed to hand; and last a round wooden
stake, some two and a half or three inches thick and about three feet long.
One end of it was hardened by charring in the fire, and was sharpened to a
fine point. With this stake came a heavy hammer, such as in households is
used in the coal-cellar for breaking the lumps. To me, a doctor's preparations
for work of any kind are stimulating and bracing, but the effect of these
things on both Arthur and Quincey was to cause them a sort of consternation.
They both, however, kept their courage, and remained silent and quiet.
all was ready, Van Helsing said:- "Before we do anything, let
me tell you this; it is out of the lore and experience of the ancients and
of all those who have studied the powers of the Un-Dead. When they become
such, there comes with the change the curse of immortality; they cannot die,
but must go on age after age adding new victims and multiplying the evils
of the world; for all that die from the preying of the Un-Dead become themselves
Un-Dead, and prey on their kind. And so the circle goes on ever widening,
like as the ripples from a stone thrown in the water. Friend Arthur, if you
had met that kiss which you know of before poor Lucy die; or again, last night
when you open your arms to her, you would in time, when you had died, have
become nosferatu, as they call it in Eastern Europe, and would all time make
more of those Un-Deads that so have fill us with horror. The career of this
so unhappy dear lady is but just begun. Those children whose blood she suck
are not as yet so much the worse; but if she live on, Un-Dead, more and more
they lose their blood and by her power over them they come to her; and so
she draw their blood with that so wicked mouth. But if she die in truth, then
all cease; the tiny wounds of the throats disappear, and they go back to their
plays unknowing ever of what has been. But of the most blessed of all, when
this now Un-Dead be made to rest as true dead, then the soul of the poor lady
whom we love shall again be free. Instead of working wickedness by night and
growing more debased in the assimilation of it by day, she shall take her
place with the other Angels. So that, my friend, it will be a blessed hand
for her that shall strike the blow that sets her free. To this I am willing;
but is there none amongst us who has a better right? Will it be no joy to
think of hereafter in the silence of the night when sleep is not: 'It was
my hand that sent her to the stars; it was the hand of him that loved her
best; the hand that of all she would herself have chosen, had it been to her
to choose?' Tell me if there be such a one amongst us?"
all looked at Arthur. He saw, too, what we all did, the infinite kindness
which suggested that his should be the hand which would restore Lucy to us
as a holy, and not an unholy, memory; he stepped forward and said bravely,
though his hand trembled, and his face was as pale as snow:-
true friend, from the bottom of my broken heart I thank you. Tell me what
I am to do, and I shall not falter!" Van Helsing laid a hand on his shoulder,
lad! A moment's courage, and it is done. This stake must be driven through
her. It will be a fearful ordeal- be not deceived in that- but it will be
only a short time, and you will then rejoice more than your pain was great;
from this grim tomb you will emerge as though you tread on air. But you must
not falter when once you have begun. Only think that we, your true friends,
are round you, and that we pray for you all the time."
on," said Arthur hoarsely. "Tell me what I am to do."
this stake in your left hand, ready to place the point over the heart, and
the hammer in your right. Then when we begin our prayer for the dead- I shall
read him, I have here the book, and the others shall follow- strike in God's
name, that so all may be well with the dead that we love and that the Un-Dead
took the stake and the hammer, and when once his mind was set on action his
hands never trembled nor even quivered. Van Helsing opened his missal and
began to read, and Quincey and I followed as well as we could. Arthur placed
the point over the heart, and as I looked I could see its dint in the white
flesh. Then he struck with all his might.
Thing in the coffin writhed; and a hideous, blood-curdling screech came from
the opened red lips. The body shook and quivered and twisted in wild contortions;
the sharp white teeth champed together till the lips were cut, and the mouth
was smeared with a crimson foam. But Arthur never faltered. He looked like
a figure of Thor as his untrembling arm rose and fell, driving deeper and
deeper the mercy-bearing stake, whilst the blood from the pierced heart welled
and spurted up around it. His face was set, and high duty seemed to shine
through it; the sight of it gave us courage, so that our voices seemed to
ring through the little vault.
then the writhing and quivering of the body became less, and the teeth seemed
to champ, and the face to quiver. Finally it lay still. The terrible task
hammer fell from Arthur's hand. He reeled and would have fallen had we not
caught him. The great drops of sweat sprang from his forehead, and his breath
came in broken gasps. It had indeed been an awful strain on him; and had he
not been forced to his task by more than human considerations he could never
have gone through with it. For a few minutes we were so taken up with him
that we did not look towards the coffin. When we did, however, a murmur of
startled surprise ran from one to the other of us, We gazed so eagerly that
Arthur rose, for he had been seated on the ground, and came and looked too;
and then a glad, strange light broke over his face and dispelled altogether
the gloom of horror that lay upon it.
in the coffin lay no longer the foul Thing that we had so dreaded and grown
to hate that the work of her destruction was yielded as a privilege to the
one best entitled to it, but Lucy as we had seen her in her life, with her
face of unequalled sweetness and purity. True that there were there, as we
had seen them in life, the traces of care and pain and waste; but these were
all dear to us, for they marked her truth to what we knew. One and all we
felt that the holy calm that lay like sunshine over the wasted face and form
was only an earthly token and symbol of the calm that was to reign forever.
Helsing came and laid his hand on Arthur's shoulder, and said to him:-
now, Arthur, my friend, dear lad, am I not forgiven?"
reaction of the terrible strain came as he took the old man's hand in his,
and raising it to his lips, pressed it, and said:-
God bless you that you have given my dear one her soul again, and me peace."
He put his hands on the Professor's shoulder, and laying his head on his breast,
cried for a while silently, whilst we stood unmoving. When he raised his head
Van Helsing said to him:-
now, my child, you may kiss her. Kiss her dead lips if you will, as she would
have you to, if for her to choose. For she is not a grinning devil now- not
any more a foul Thing for all eternity. No longer she is the devil's Un-Dead.
She is God's true dead, whose soul is with Him!"
bent and kissed her, and then we sent him and Quincey out of the tomb; the
Professor and I sawed the top off the stake, leaving the point of it in the
body. Then we cut off the head and filled the mouth with garlic. We soldered
up the leaden coffin, screwed on the coffin-lid, and gathering up our belongings,
came away. When the Professor locked the door he gave the key to Arthur.
the air was sweet, the sun shone, and the birds sang, and it seemed as if
all nature were tuned to a different pitch. There was gladness and mirth and
peace everywhere, for we were at rest ourselves on one account, and we were
glad, though it was with a tempered joy.
we moved away Van Helsing said:-
my friends, one step of our work is done, one the most harrowing to ourselves.
But there remains a greater task: to find out the author of all this our sorrow
and to stamp him out. I have clues which we can follow; but it is a long task,
and a difficult, and there is danger in it, and pain. Shall you not all help
me? We have learned to believe, all of us- is it not so? And since so, do
we not see our duty? Yes! And do we not promise to go on to the better end?"
in turn, we took his hand, and the promise was made. Then said the Professor
as we moved off:-
nights hence you shall meet with me and dine together at seven of the clock
with friend John. I shall entreat two others, two that you know not as yet;
and I shall be ready to all our work show and our plans unfold. Friend John,
you come with me home, for I have much to consult about, and you can help
me. To-night I leave for Amsterdam, but shall return to-morrow night. And
then begins our great quest. But first I shall have much to say, so that you
may know what is to do and to dread. Then our promise shall be made to each
other anew; for there is a terrible task before us, and once our feet are
on the ploughshare, we must not draw back."
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