You Must No Die by Any Hand, Least of All Your Own

Mina Harker stood in her bedroom looking at the knife in her hand. She hated to do this, but she had to be free of Dracula, whatever the way. She raised the knife above her head and plunged it into her heart. Blood splattered over her fingertips, and fell, lifeless.

Jonathan and the other men ran into the room. They were too late. Mina already lay dead on the floor. Van Helsing sighed and said, "We can waste no time. We must cut off her head and fill her mouth with garlic." Jonathan looked up, his eyes ablaze, "Have you not brought us enough pain? All this trouble followed in your wake. Did she not do this to get away from all that? Now go, we need no more trouble." Van Helsing could do nothing but obey him. He departed.

Mina felt herself rising. How could this be happening, wasn't she dead? Then she realized her foolishness. She was now fully under the power of Dracula. But she needed to feed. She moved down to the couch where Jonathan lay asleep. She lowered her teeth to his neck and bit. Now she would never be truly free from Dracula's power.

She turned around, quickly, to see there her Master, her Lord. She wanted to be angry at him, but she found that she could not. Without a word he turned, and she followed him.

From the shadows Van Helsing saw, and he wept at the tragedy he had witnessed.