Дракула

           IcouldseebythetremulouslightthatevenVanHelsing’sironnervehadfailed. Arthurwasnexttome,andifIhadnotseizedhisarmandheldhimup,hewouldhavefallen. 

           WhenLucy,IcallthethingthatwasbeforeusLucybecauseitborehershape,sawusshedrewbackwithanangrysnarl,suchasacatgiveswhentakenunawares,thenhereyesrangedoverus. Lucy’seyesinformandcolour,butLucy’seyesuncleanandfullofhellfire,insteadofthepure,gentleorbsweknew. Atthatmomenttheremnantofmylovepassedintohateandloathing. Hadshethentobekilled,Icouldhavedoneitwithsavagedelight. Asshelooked,hereyesblazedwithunholylight,andthefacebecamewreathedwithavoluptuoussmile. Oh,God,howitmademeshuddertoseeit! Withacarelessmotion,sheflungtotheground,callousasadevil,thechildthatuptonowshehadclutchedstrenuouslytoherbreast,growlingoveritasadoggrowlsoverabone. Thechildgaveasharpcry,andlaytheremoaning. Therewasacold-bloodednessintheactwhichwrungagroanfromArthur. Whensheadvancedtohimwithoutstretchedarmsandawantonsmilehefellbackandhidhisfaceinhishands. 

           Shestilladvanced,however,andwithalanguorous,voluptuousgrace,said, "Cometome,Arthur. Leavetheseothersandcometome. Myarmsarehungryforyou. Come,andwecanresttogether. Come,myhusband,come!"