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Mmm, delicious.

You can go.

Good night, Mistress.

Thank you, Pia.

You don't belong here.

Dracula!

Well, it's a shame, dear.

You'll only find me here.

Ah!

Who's there?

Hello.

I'm Dr. Victor Frankenstein,

and...

You belong to me now.

You've made a grave mistake.

My father will come for me.

Then our goals align.

Elisabeta?

Oh, it's you.

Bread?

I can't eat that.

Well... we shouldn't let it go to waste.

You eat it.

Yes. It's all yours.

Hey, where have you been?

All right.

Could you try not to break it next time?

Father...

Oh, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Your... heart?

Yeah.

Listen...

You got to get into the catacombs tonight.

Because we need the heart.

All right?

What are you hanging around for? What do you want?

Girl... safe.

What?

What the hell do you care whether she's safe or not?

She's nothing to you.

Listen...

That girl is nothing more to me than a piece of bait.

Okay?

I have no bad intentions to her.

I promise you that.

You stay away from her.

Go tonight and do what you got to do.

Thank you.

You seem to be lost, my friend.

I suggest you go back the way you came.

How did you come to possess this?

This belonged to my long dead queen.

This was lost in the great fire that consumed

the great temple of Karnak 4,000 years ago.

This is a forgery.

A fake!

Why are you doing this?

Frankenstein!

Please.

Please, no. I'm sorry, master.

The only reason you are alive

is because of your duty to me.

When you fail that duty, you forfeit your life.

Please, master. I beg forgiveness.

You were supposed to watch over us, and yet...

you saw no one.

Heard no one.

I was tired last night.

She drank too much and I must have fainted.

-Ah. -Forgive me.

So...

A stranger came into my home

and took away my child and you,

my dumb little cattle,

slept soundly through all of it.

Please, master, spare me.

I would hate to think that you had a hand in this.

Tell me who took her.

I... I don't know, master.

Truly.

Do you have any idea who would be so bold

as to take away my Elisabeta?

I... I know she's been secretly seeing Mila,

but I was not supposed to tell.

Mila Severine, the witch?

The very same, master.

For what?

I don't know, ask Mila.

Oh, shh. Shh.

Well...

You continue to be... useful.

Please, master, don't kill me.

The heart of Ramses the Third.

Nothing short of a modern miracle.

Hey, hey.

Well done there, Boris.

You can go now.

Here you go, love.

It was from the gentleman at the bar.

I will gladly accept.

Oh and here...

for your close close-lipped beau.

How did you know I was going to ask?

I keep my ears open.

I'm not a psychic, just a good listener.

Thank you for this.

After that, he's going to be begging for your hand

by the new moon.

I wish you a happy union and many fat babies.

I owe you.

I'll remember.

Fairly bold of you, Count.

You rarely make public appearances.

I can sense your unease.

My mother always taught me to respect royalty.

The Syzgany people are at your service.

I'm here about my daughter.

She came to see you.

Not to be indelicate, but she did.

And it shall remain between me and her.

Tell me what you spoke about.

A promise is a solemn oath.

Someone has taken her.

Impossible.

What idiot would incur your wrath?

That is why I have come.

But as to why she would have any business with your kind

is a mystery to me.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

I wouldn't eat if I lived honestly.

If you were responsible for what happened to my daughter,

I would feast on your insides without a moment's hesitation.

No need for threats.

I'm on your side.

So tell me what you spoke about.

My word is my bond. And I gave her my word.

I cannot share why she was here, but I could talk around it.

So talk around it, witch.

She was looking for a way out.

She was looking for a cure.

I had nothing to do with your daughter's disappearance.

You should know I considered her friend.

Is it possible she wanted to be taken?

What happened to her was not by her design.

And you found no remains?

She lives.

I can sense her.

And I found this.

It wasn't Elisabeta's.

Does it mean anything to you?

It's forgery.

Clever one, but forgery nonetheless.

Would you look into it for me?

For her?

I know you have your ways.

What kind of friend would I be if I abandoned Elisabeta

in her hour of need?

I'll ask my spirit guides.

You know, she blames me for her mother's passing.

Her feelings for you were... complicated.

What else could I do?

Watch as they grow old and die?

I loved them.

Her mother could not stand

the burden of this new way of living.

You call it living, but I don't think Elisabeta ever did.

I could not stand an eternity if I lost her.

She is the last mortal thing I was responsible for.

I must find her.

You could pay Ramses a visit.

He may be able to help you.

Ramses?

Why him of all creatures?

Because this forgery is of Egyptian make.

I'll starve.

Wait, wait.

What's your name?

Boris.

What are you, Boris?

You don't smell like him.

You smell like me.

Like the dead.

Dead.

How is that possible?

May I touch your face?

Hurt?

No, no, no, no hurt.

Father!

I, I saw what he did to you.

When I touch someone,

I can see things, feel things.

I can't shift into creatures of the night

or mist like my father,

but the one thing I can do that he cannot is read minds.

Share people's memories.

Let me out, and I will rip your father into a thousand

bright red pieces for what he did to you.

What is it?

Don't trust vampires.

Please, I just want to...

Boris, wait!

Ramses?

Show yourself.

I sense you, old friend.

It is a shame to see you wasted like this.

Who would seek your immortal heart?

What good would it do?

Tanna leaves.

Rise, Ramses.

Damn.

Despite it all, to your friends, you were always kind-hearted.

A heart.

Too desiccated.

Needs to be fresh.

Must find it.

That should do it.

I'm sorry, my friend.

I tried, but your curse is stubborn.

But my blood is stronger than curses.

Rise, Ramses.

I command you!

Osiris be praised.

Osiris had help.

Vlad Dracul.

You shared your blood with me.

Do not worry.

If I don't bite, you won't turn.

Blood is life.

I owe you mine.

Don't consider me ungrateful,

but why are you here?

Long story.

Tell me...

What happened to you?

Someone came.

A big man.

But it was not a man.

He took my...

my... My heart.

It does not fit.

Because it is not yours.

Whose is it?

Just...

Concentrate on recovering what is rightfully yours.

Yes.

And recover it, I will.

The creature will pay dearly.

The creature that...

wore this.

Yes.

This is how it drew me out.

It is a forgery, but I was fooled.

Something similar belonged to my bride.

Why would he seek out your heart?

Many reasons.

Immortality, for one.

Didn't work for you.

When the heart is removed,

the magic goes with it.

I, however, am a cursed weapon of Anubis.

And I have other ways to stay alive.

You knew this much.

And again, I am in your debt.

Have you seen him before?

He was a stranger.

Did he say anything?

He did say one thing.

Frankenstein.

Frankenstein?

Who's that?

Where have you been?

All right, come here.

Tonight, you're going to this address.

That's the one and only Invisible Man.

Yeah. And he's a bad man.

So, if he happens to get killed,

it's not going to be a problem.

I just need a piece of his skin.

It will reappear

when it's disconnected from his circulatory system.

You're going to need this.

Get a nice long piece.

More than one if you can.

Put it in here.

Okay, and bring it back.

Okay.

Oh, hell.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Hold your horses.

Friend or foe, answer quickly.

Hello?

Well, that's rude.

Now...

You weren't invited.

You don't want to do that.

Who sent you? Was it Tobias?

I told him I'd pay him on Sunday.

It's Friday, for God's sake.

Good for the money.

I never welsh on a debt.

Damn!

Getting serious, now, huh?

My magnum opus is at an end.

If all goes well, death will be conquered

and I'll be fully a god among men.

-Why are you doing this? -Frankenstein.

A stout and a red.

Very nice.

You know, my skin gets dry, too.

I would suggest a little sheep's milk,

if you do not mind the smell.

You can just rub it in and...

Thank you, dear lady,

I don't think sheep's milk would suit me.

You never know.

My aunt Selma, she used to have the driest skin.

That will be all.

She's right, you know.

Sheep's milk is a miracle cure for dry skin.

My grandmother swore by it.

Do you think it would cure being dead for centuries?

Worth a try.

Allow me to draw your wandering attentions

to the pressing facts.

If this Frankenstein is in possession of the bracelet...

Then this Frankenstein is in possession of Elisabeta.

Which means we have a common enemy.

Yes, but who in Hell's dominion is Frankenstein?

I haven't the foggiest notion,

but luckily I just dug up someone who may.

I have always found necromancy so distasteful.

Lucky for us, Mila doesn't mind getting the hands dirty.

In her day, Browning was a world-renowned medium.

She was so powerful that even in death

she could be called upon to consult the other side.

She walks between worlds.

She likes to say corpses are forever.

Good evening, Miss Browning.

It's you, Mila.

How you've grown.

You look just like your darling mother.

We're searching for someone and I was hoping you could help us.

I'll do my best.

Does the name Frankenstein mean anything to you?

I knew a man.

A foreign doctor by that name.

He was famous in his homeland.

Infamous, really.

And where is he?

Uh...

Is she asleep?

I'm searching the beyond.

Apologies.

Whereabouts unknown.

It's like he's been cast from our purview.

He's blind to all third eyes.

He's being punished for playing God.

Playing God?

He made a man and gave it life against God's will.

What could this Doctor Frankenstein want

with a vampire and an immortal heart?

Whatever it is, he was willing to kill me to get it.

And who knows what he is doing to Elisabeta.

Elisabeta was taken alive.

Whatever he needs from her, he won't kill her for it.

She still lives.

She still breathes.

I can sense her life.

Resurrection is what the others whisper.

Resurrection?

Perhaps he wants to become a vampire.

There are easier ways to damn your soul.

And why would he need my heart for that?

Wait.

A warning.

What he attempts...

must be brought to an end immediately.

What is he attempting?

He seeks to make death obsolete

so he can create...

a homunculus from immortals.

It's a foul, twisted thing,

an unkillable abomination that will wreak havoc on the world.

We cannot allow him to continue.

He must be stopped.

Then tell me where he is.

I will tear him apart if you just point the way.

Cannot.

Mediums are limited by what the spirit world allows them to see.

Wait.

Yes, I see.

They tell me he seeks the unseen man.

Who?

Griffin.

We must go.

I thank you, ladies.

I think we have the right place.

What?

Blood.

Griffin.

Help me.

Who did this?

Big fella.

Strong. As an ox.

Was it Frankenstein?

How... do you know that name?

Will you heal?

Not any time soon.

I'm raw.

I can't move.

Will you allow me to share my blood with you?

It will heal you.

Will I... you know?

No.

You will not join the Legion of the Undead.

Oh, good.

Put it down.

Yeah.

Wow.

That's incredible.

Hey, Griffin was a genius, wasn't he?

Did you kill him?

It's all right.

It was good.

I.... good?

You're nothing more than a human hammer, mostly useless,

except when I need to make a dent.

I'm going to need you tomorrow night for another job.

Until then you can get out of here.

Go, Boris.

I can barely stand to look at you.

I... scare?

No, I'm not scared.

I... I suppose I'm just annoyed.

Have you been crying?

Did he hurt you again?

I'd be happy to.

I can read your thoughts, remember?

I'd be more than happy to read to you.

Come on now. Hand it over.

Ah... I feel like a new man.

You feel better.

As good as I will get, I suppose.

Now, I'd put some solid cash on a wager

that there is a reason Count Dracula

and the exalted Ramses rushed to my door

at the appointed hour of my death.

A zombie sent us.

Come again?

Frankenstein is why we are here.

First I heard that name was when the big guy cut me up.

And you have no clue who he is.

Wish I could help you.

Obviously, he knew you.

Well, I am reclusive, but not without some notoriety.

And the thing only wanted your skin.

Didn't offer an explanation or nothing.

I'm sorry we didn't arrive sooner,

save you some trouble.

I'm happy you showed up at all.

I'd have died if you hadn't.

I'm sure Frankenstein expected you to.

Listen... No one takes my skin and walks away with it.

If you're aiming to bury this guy, I'm in to help big.

So he wanted Ramses' heart,

your skin, and my daughter.

What for?

He's collecting outsiders like us.

I'm not a fan of that term personally,

but following that line of thinking...

Is he done or will there be others?

Who else is there?

There is one man.

Who?

A beast.

You mean Charles Conliff?

Isn't he dangerous?

Uh, yeah.

That is why we need him.

If he isn't a target, then he'll be an ally.

I hope he doesn't hold grudges. I think I owe him some money.

Today, the butterfly has flown,

but she was not here to see it fly.

And sorrowing, I wonder why the empty shell is mine alone.

Perhaps the secret lies in this.

I, too, found the chrysalis,

and death that robbed me of delight.

was but the radiant creature's flight.

Pretty.

What means?

Well...

the poem is about a butterfly's chrysalis, yes,

but it's also

about a mother grieving her dying child.

Sometimes pretty things can also be sad things.

Like you.

Boris, why won't you let me go?

Why am I here?

Why?

I am your friend, yes?

Please, tell me.

I won't be mad at you, but I need to know.

Please, will you tell me?

My father...

You don't need me here.

You need my father's blood.

He was damned by the devil himself,

and that is the power source that Frankenstein requires.

When I kill Frankenstein,

I will not even give him the honor of drinking his blood.

I will let him spill himself dry.

I will water the roses with his blood.

I...

Boris, come!

I... go.

It's where you're going.

Almost finished.

Now, take this.

I need the arms and the legs.

And the last piece.

Okay.

So now you think this Frankenstein

wants something from me?

It's a safe bet. You'd likely be a target.

No one's been here besides you guys.

Either we beat the devil here, or we are wrong.

Either way...

You need my help.

Yes, strength in numbers.

So, what's the plan?

Find Frankenstein's lair, infiltrate it,

and get my daughter back.

Personally, I'd like to skin him a little too.

And rip his heart out.

I got nothing against this Frankenstein.

But it does sound fun, I'm in.

However, we still need to find him.

Therein lies the rub.

You smell that?

Smells rank.

Dead flesh.

And it draws nearer.

Welcome to the party, pal.

You broke into the wrong house, pal.

Dracula coming.

Good job.

Now, you go get the castle defenses all ready.

Did we get him?

We are too late.

Poor Charlie. He took his arms and legs.

He's collecting parts, remember.

What the hell does he need his arms and legs for?

That remains a mystery.

And he left this.

His hands were probably full.

It would not have worked on the bead,

but this is steel.

It holds memories.

With blood magic, we can track the owner.

You know someone who can wield blood magic?

I do indeed.

Help him. Bleed for him.

No. He does not need it.

-He doesn't need it? -Look at him.

Just wait.

You shouldn't be here.

Father will be angry.

Ask your father to read to you.

Not read.

Hammer.

I'm sorry he treats you that way.

I know how you feel.

I sometimes feel like an accessory to my father.

Just another useless trinket that he can take notice of

whenever it suits him.

No, Boris, wait.

Stay.

Keep me company.

So, how does that happen?

It's one of the side effects of lycanthropy.

I can be chopped up to bits and regrow it all back.

-Like a lizard. -Ah.

Like the devil.

Well, one thing's for sure,

we don't have to worry about you on the battlefield.

I have returned to sooth parched throats.

And for you sir.

And how about you, handsome?

Anything to drink?

Actually, I am a bit thirsty.

You'll attract attention. He's fine. Thank you.

Mila. Hello.

Lillian, go ahead back to the other patrons.

No one is drunk enough.

What took you so long?

A lady must prepare.

This is the whole of Candlewood village.

You'll be able to pinpoint him.

Yes.

And let's hope he's close so I don't get lightheaded.

Perhaps a drink first to fortify the blood.

Couldn't hurt.

I'm ready.

The axe.

Highgate cemetery.

He smelled of death. Makes sense.

Frankenstein waits for us in a cemetery?

Plenty of body parts there. Why is he messing with us?

Well, Highgate cemetery sits at the foot of Candlewood castle.

Once a stronghold for the Turks.

He waits for us there.

It won't be easy.

I have always said nothing worth doing is easy.

Then let us not keep the devil waiting.

I'm not really hungry.

You drop it off though.

Fine.

What's that? What is that?

What is that?

Let me see. Let me see.

Oh...

You've fallen in love with the devil.

-Yeah. -She's beautiful.

She will eat you alive.

Give me that thing.

Get out of here.

Go find something else to do.

Elisabeta is near.

I can sense her.

Ra be praised.

Gentlemen, I look forward to plunging into hell with you.

The gate is iron.

Charles, would you?

I got this.

Elisabeta. I'm here.

What's wrong? Did something happen?

Listen, Boris. You're my friend, yes?

And would free me if you could.

If I tell you something, do you promise to keep it between us?

My father, he's arrived.

I can sense him. He's almost at the castle threshold.

Free me, and I will make sure he spares you his wrath.

Get Dracula.

What? No.

Take doctor.

No, please, please, Boris. I beg you.

Free me and we end this.

Why would you help him?

He's cruel to you. He hates you.

He turns his back on you.

He treats you like a hammer. You've said it yourself.

Now is your chance to prove

that you are more than just this hammer.

Decide for yourself.

Decide to help me.

Please.

He love me.

He doesn't love you. Are you kidding me?

No! Boris, wait, please.

Boris!

Stay close.

Who knows what they will throw at us?

We know very little about Frankenstein.

What if we run into the big guy again?

Odds are we will.

We should come up with a plan to take him down.

Kill him. That is the plan.

Well, okay, sure.

Speak of the devil.

Where is Elisabeta?

I show.

We all go.

Alone.

Yeah, so that's not going to happen.

No, no, we go together.

Or we resist.

Griffin, blow a hole in him.

I kicked a hornet's nest once.

This is what it felt like.

Damn.

Silver bullets deliver serious stopping power.

I... failed.

You did.

My friends, it would appear that luck is on our side.

But the moon isn't.

Going in without my wild side, boys.

Something's not right.

You hear that?

Frankenstein has studied the Pharaoh's ways.

Meaning what, exactly?

I believe in this day and age they call them booby traps.

All right, well, we find another way.

This is the direct route.

We will not detour.

Stand back.

So is it safe?

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Fright Break.

Your heart may not be able to stand

the shocking conclusion of this film,

so we're giving you a chance to stop watching now.

You're a brave audience to have lasted this long,

and we won't hold it against you

if you decide to leave before it's too late.

Don't say we didn't warn you.

Wolves collide in five...

four... three...

two... one.

Good luck.

Thanks, pal.

It didn't get you?

We're going to have to rely on reflexes for this one.

I got this.

What if it's silver?

Whatever it is, it won't touch me.

It should be clear now.

We must hurry.

Wait.

Something tells me we should not be seen by the mirrors.

I could go, but then again

I'm not altogether transparent without clothes.

Right. I get it. My turn.

Try it now.

The coast is clear.

Father...

This way.

I can smell her.

Smells like a trap.

What choice is there?

We will go this way. Meet you at the top.

Hurry up. Freezing my biscuits off.

Father.

Hear me.

Follow my voice.

Father...

Father? Is that you?

Come on. Come on.

You bastard.

Keep them teeth to yourself.

I'm will fight you with every fiber of my being.

Oh, yeah, little girl? Come on.

Get up there. Get up there.

Your blood will paint a thousand of my portraits.

Have a way with words, don't you?

I'll have my way with your veins.

You better settle down. Your daddy's on the way.

You will regret having crossed my path.

Father!

Elisabeta, I'm coming.

Stop right there.

Frankenstein, I presume.

The honor is all mine.

Honor is something you are in short supply of.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Did he hurt you?

He couldn't possibly hurt me.

I think I probably could pretty easily.

Stop right there.

You will pay in excruciating agony

that will feel like centuries

until your heart stops from sheer panic.

Or you will die screaming.

Not before I take her first.

Why have you done all this?

Sit down over there and I'll let you know.

I refuse.

Then she dies.

Sit in that chair,

and we can have a civilized conversation.

Do it now.

Get over there.

Very well.

What is this?

The key to my new life.

If the goddess Hathor guides my ears correctly,

the voices came from down here.

How can you be sure?

Yeah, it's like an echo chamber in here.

Vibrations...

Was not he dead?

Hey, where's Frankenstein?

Sorry.

Yeah, we're gonna need a little bit more than that.

I wasn't expecting him to run.

Do we go after him?

Tell me.

Why?

Because I'm dying.

My body's giving up on me.

So, you are collecting pieces

to create a new body for yourself.

That's correct.

I'll make a new body...

out of all the greatest monsters that ever lived.

It will not work.

You are not God.

I'm close to it.

You...

You're closer to meeting God than becoming him.

Friend.

Boris, help me. Please!

Hey, hey, hey.

This is not about you.

Hurt her?

Yes! Please, Boris, he hurt me.

Please, get me free.

Don't listen to her. She can't even feel any pain.

Let me finish this.

Boris, he's going to kill me.

Back off.

You break promise.

I break no promise.

Stop listening to her.

It's too late.

It's too late for all of you.

You're all going to die.

Lead the way.

Well, hell.

Father.

Where did Dracula go?

You've all come.

You've got friends in low places.

Why... kill?

Boris, I feel like I should say that I'm sorry,

but he was going to kill us.

Wait.

I'm sensing something.

He's transferring his consciousness

to whatever is under that blanket.

I'm sensing something, too.

Get back.

I got this.

Get back!

Come!

Father!

Boris...

Father hurt.

Father hurt.

I know.

You have to believe me when I say he does not care for you.

I'm sorry, Boris, but it's the truth.

Friend... good.

Yes, good.

Frankenstein is going to destroy the village

if we don't hurry up.

Join us. Help us.

If that thing is the sum of all of our parts,

this fight ain't going to be easy.

Not to mention it's the size of a building.

If it has the best of us, it has the worst of us.

Our weaknesses.

Yes, but it still has my heart.

That may be too great of a challenge,

even for all of our efforts combined.

Easy is boring.

Let's kill this thing.

As long as it has my heart, it is invulnerable.

So a giant immortal. Great.

We're going to need something bigger.

Father, you're alive.

I am revived, child.

Ramses, you said that once the heart is taken out,

the magic goes with it.

Yes.

But like you said, we're going to need something bigger.

Mother always said your pride would lead to your death.

She was wise, but not always fair.

Leave this to me, and I will drag this thing back to hell.

I wasn't expecting him to do that.

We have to help him somehow.

There's nothing more we can do.

It's up to Dracula now.

My father doesn't stand a chance against that thing.

Especially if it can heal like Charles.

Father!

They're coming this way.

It's weakening.

If we can keep it on the ground,

we may be able to carve its heart out.

I'm up to the task.

It's going to kill him!

We have to do something.

I... hammer!

Hit him again!

There! That's his chance!

Run!

Rest in pieces, Frankenstein.

Here we go.

Here we are.

What do you look like under those bandages?

Want to find out?

I am engaged to be wed, sir.

Thanks to you.

You ordered milk?

Correction, goat's milk.

It's good for the skin.

What's wrong? You look nervous.

Nervous?

Hey boy, you ever been drunk before?

Oh, it's wonderful.

Cures nervousness.

This will fix you right up.

Come on, there you go.

Good.

Damn right, it's good.

That's right, down the hatch.

I heard you sought out the cure once.

I did.

I was lost.

But now I'm found.

Despite my outward behavior... you know.

I know.

Pity it took a madman to bring you all together.

You all have so much in common.

Things like us always hide in the shadows.

Well, maybe we should change that.

You do realize we kind of saved the world, right?

We're like heroes.

No, no. Let's not make a habit of this.

I disagree.

I think it suits us.

I propose a toast.

Here now, we gather as friends.

Yesterday, we were apart.

And tomorrow, we may never meet again.

But here, in this moment,

we are together and safe.

It is rare, but tonight, my heart is full.

I've lived for centuries, and yet today,

I discover kinship.

I thank you, and I honor you.

And with that, I propose a toast

to heroes and old friends.

And new beginnings.

To a new era... of gods and monsters.