Shannon (kungfuwaynewho) wrote,
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NaScreeWriMo - Day Fourteen

INT. CASTLE - CORRIDOR - NIGHT

Mira and Janos walk, the priest hurrying a bit to keep up. Erzsebet trails behind, interested in the walls.

MIRA
I have no interest in destroying the Count. I want
to find my son and leave this place. The sooner the better.

JANOS
You will never be allowed to leave, not while the
Count lives.

MIRA
If he is as you say, why have you done nothing?

JANOS
We must go to the chapel--

MIRA
(stops)
Wait. Listen.
 
Erzsebet joins them. Her upper lip draws back, baring her teeth.

MIRA (CONT’D)
Do you hear that?

JANOS
Someone is crying.
 
Mira and Janos follow the sound, barely audible. Erzsebet stays where she is. A low GROWL.

Mira hurries a little, listening hard. Around a turn - a DOOR up ahead.

JANOS (CONT’D)
Wait. It may be a trick.

MIRA
(running now)
Dominik?
 
She throws the door open--

ILKA, in the library. Sitting on the floor, crying. When she sees Mira she makes straight for her.

ILKA
He took him. He took him. I couldn’t stop him.
 
Mira holds her arms out, and Ilka grabs her. They hold each other.

JANOS
We must get to the chapel. There are things we
must do, things I must tell you.

ILKA
I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop him.

MIRA
It’s all right.
 
Beat. The sound of GROWLING becomes louder, and everyone turns to look - Erzsebet, hands hooked into claws in front of her, eyes only for Ilka.

ILKA
Beta? Beta, is that you?
 
Ilka smiles and reaches for her even as Mira gets in between them.

JANOS
She must be locked back up in the west tower.
 
Erzsebet SNARLS at Ilka.

MIRA
Beta, stop! This is your mother!

ILKA
Beta?
 
Erzsebet LUNGES. Mira grabs her, hugs her tight, heedless of her own safety.

MIRA
No. No, darling, you mustn’t.
 
Erzsebet struggles, but ultimately allows herself to be held. Still glaring at Ilka, who finally realizes it is her daughter - and that Erzsebet still hates her. Ilka’s face falls.

JANOS
We will not have much time before the
Count returns. Please. Come with me.
 
Mira releases Erzsebet, takes her by the hand.

MIRA
Will anything you tell me there help me find my son?
 
Janos takes too long to answer.

MIRA (CONT’D)
You go to your chapel, and pray. I have a castle to search.
 
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