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LOVE BRIDES OF THE BLOOD MUMMY

Which way to the Dartmoor castle, please?

What it is you want?

The way to the Dartmoor castle.

What it is you want to do there?

I am in a hurry. I want to get there before dark.

You can't get lost.

Reach the sea and follow the water until you see the castle.

On horseback, it will take about an hour.

Anyway, you are not afraid.

There are a lot of loudmouths...

who would rather take a longer way to avoid the manor.

Really?

But why?

You're really interested in this castle,

you wouldn't be the police, by any chance?

I am an Egyptologist.

I am interested in mummies, Egyptian coffins.

And I think that Count Dartmoor owns some.

I don't know anything, I only tell what people say.

And people say there have been disappearances. Girls.

They say all these young women have drowned.

The girl you see there,

she looks funny because she went there.

It's no joke.

But how? I don't know.

She arrived one night, I had never seen her before.

She hasn't said a word in two months.

The only thing I understood

is that she escaped from the castle

at the time of the death of Miss Lucie Dartmoor.

When you question her,

she looks at you as if her eyes saw through you.

At first, she moaned.

She screamed without any reason.

Now, time has passed,

she doesn't even cry anymore.

Hello! Hey!

John...

At your service...

Hello.

My name is James Barton,

I am an Egyptologist.

The door was open and...

You're lying!

You are not an Egyptologist.

You are the police!

Don't pretend you're not.

I was waiting for you, by the way...

- But, I... - Why deny it?

I can read all your thoughts behind your forehead.

And all I have to do is raise a hand to turn you into a statue...

and put an end to your fate.

You don't believe me?

Look!

Above all, don't move.

Oh! But how is that possible?

I traveled a lot,

I learned about more knowledge and hidden sciences...

than the world knows about.

You came here, sent by fate...

and I will tell you everything.

Because you are in my power and tomorrow, I will decide your fate.

To explain the strange disappearances...

that occurred in the area, we'll need to go back in time.

It was a winter night, about two months ago.

I was bringing back to the castle a sarcophagus found

during my last trip in the Valley of the Kings.

A sarcophagus of great beauty.

That same night, driven by curiosity and this obscure need for change

that always lies dormant in the human heart,

I sent my employees home and, with the help of my faithful John,

I opened the sarcophagus.

To my great surprise,

the body I discovered wasn't wrapped in the usual bandages,

but lied perfectly preserved in its sarcophagus.

I was in the presence

of the most curious manuscript that I had ever seen.

I devoted all my time to the decoding of the hieroglyphs.

Soon, the story became clear.

The mummy was the depraved son of a great priest.

Sentenced to loss of life,

he first had, according to the custom, his tongue severed.

But his father had wanted to keep him from the ultimate punishment.

His body being immersed in catalepsy,

the embalming had consisted in suspending indefinitely

all his vital functions.

A kind of hibernation, in other words.

To do that, the usual removal of viscera hadn't been done

and a specific bitumen ensured their preservation.

Then philosophical considerations were made

about the long stay of the soul in limbo

and the possible return to life in a world of increased wisdom,

thanks to the thousands of years of civilization that had passed

since the burial.

There was no way this embalming

had been made if there was no means to resuscitate the body.

I decided to look for the solution.

I had just finished reading again the Mesmer's theory

and, with the work of Galvani in mind,

"De viribus electric it at is in motu musculari commentarius”,

I remembered a legend told in the Middle Indus.

It was written that

the combination of copper and metal from the Yellow Country

released the fluid of life.

Suddenly, I understood:

“the metal from the Yellow Country”, that was zinc...

of which China and India possessed the only known mines in antiquity!

And its combination with copper, that simply was what we now call

the voltaic pile.

And I happened to own right here an electric device

way more powerful than a simple pile could have been.

I decided to try it

that same night.

With the help of my servant, I carried the electric device

to my laboratory.

Scalpel.

Bring me some milk.

That's when I understood that this body needed new blood

to fill its arteries and come back to life.

I hesitated for a moment, a struggle was going on in myself,

but science erased my humanitarian scruples.

I immediately ordered my servant to go in the countryside

and to bring me back the first young, living being he would meet.

Hey, lovebirds!

Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go!

He will live...

I'm going to take some rest. Wake me up at dawn.

The Egyptian only had to raise his hand

to submit my servant to a hypnotic will

from which he never managed to release himself completely.

No! Help!

No...

No! Let me go!

No!

No! Let me... go!

Help! Let me go! Let me go!

Quick!

Come quick!

Quick, come quick!

The Egyptian had tried to submit me to a power that, thank goodness,

I was able to neutralize.

But my servant wasn't mine anymore,

and was committed body and soul to him.

If you need help, we are your friends, right, Suzanne?

Don't worry, Peter...

You don't disappear like that, without leaving any trace.

Goodbye, Peter...

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Let me go! Let me go! No!

Help!

Let me go! Let me go, help!

Help!

Let me go! Let me go!

No, no!

Run!

Let me go, let me go!

No! You animal! Stop it!

No!

The sailor had identified his attacker.

The fact he found the clogs on the way to the castle

confirmed his suspicions.

He decided to get into it without further delay.

The Egyptian would spend hours standing still in front of my dungeon,

feasting on my suffering.

Then, driven by the vital need that told him to kill to survive,

he would go back to his odious practices.

Let me go, you animals!

My life had turned into a nightmare.

To live, the Egyptian needed new victims every day.

And I knew that to release the maximum of the psychic energy

essential to his existence,

he had to torture them and to rape them

before drinking their blood.

Bitch!

Let me go...

No, no!

Come on, walk.

Come on, walk!

Help! No...

But the nightmare wasn't over for me.

While I was powerless, paralyzed in a dungeon,

my daughter Lucie, my only child, unaware of the tragedy,

was heading for the castle, with a friend.

Hello, John.

Why this stunned face?

Don't you recognize your little Lucie?

Have I changed that much in six months?

John, run to Papa and tell him I ran away from Aunt Elizabeth's,

that really was too dull!

And tell him my friend Anne de Wilbury will stay here to rest for a few days.

Lucie...

Miss Lucie...

I don't understand what's going on... Where are the servants?

And I worry about John, you know.

I never saw him like that.

- What do we do with the horses? - We'll leave them here.

I can't wait to see my father, that silence worries me.

Don't worry.

It's the silence of your castle that makes you see only doom and gloom.

We'll change that

and make your father leave his grimoires.

I'm so hungry!

It's Miss Dartmoor who just arrived...

Lucie...

But who are you?

Don't touch me!

But no, come on, don't touch me!

No!

But... but let me go!

Let me go! No...

I took advantage of the psychological shock

the sight of Lucie had produced on my servant

to substitute my will

to the one of the Egyptian.

John!

Open this dungeon.

I can't...

I order you to open!

I don't have the key. The Egyptian took it.

Anne, help!

Help...

Help!

Leave me, run and go find some help! Go, go, quick!

Help! Help!

No...

Help!

Help, help...

Quick, go find some help...

Traumatized by the scary adventure

she had been living since her arrival at the castle,

my poor daughter's friend had lost her mind.

Help! Over here!

No!

No...

Anne de Wilbury was wandering in the countryside.

Nobody ever knew what became of her.

All my searches were unsuccessful,

and her disappearance remains a mystery to me.

Why did you come back alone?

You were supposed to bring help!

Help me!

In a last reflex, the Egyptian, rolling over,

had avoided the impact of the ax.

The cutting edge reached his arm, separating the hand from the body.

I chained the horrible hand and threw the body of the Egyptian

in a dungeon that I bricked up.

- What you're telling me is horrible... - Horrible!

Horrible...

You will sleep in the castle. I'll show you your room.

I suppose this invitation is an order,

and that I am your prisoner...

Here is your room.

John, my guard, will bring you your luggage.

Good evening.

Good evening, Sir.

What is it?

Quick, quick! Come quick!

Mr. Dartmoor was strangled!

Strangled...