Shannon (kungfuwaynewho) wrote,
Shannon
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NaScreeWriMo - Day Sixty-Six

INT. DINING HALL - NIGHT

A hand - not so skeletal anymore - grips the edge of the table. Bathory pulls himself upright. Parts of his face are fully healed. Other parts aren’t - white cheekbone pokes through a patch of burned, blackened flesh. One eye is whole, the other is still missing.

The Count looks at the entrance. He sneers.

BATHORY
And what do you think you’re doing here?
 
Erzsebet blocks the doorway. She looks too young, too small. Bathory approaches her, his steps growing ever stronger and more assured.

BATHORY (CONT’D)
Get out of my way.

ERZSEBET
She’s mine.

BATHORY
(too tired to laugh)
You horrible brat, she will want nothing
to do with you.

ERZSEBET
She’s mine.
 
Bathory lunges forward and grabs her. Erzsebet snarls and tries to bite, but he THROWS her to the side. She hits the wall and tumbles to the floor, unconscious.

Bathory walks out.

INT. EMPTY ROOM - NIGHT

Mira sits, Samuel’s head still in her lap. She has closed his eyes, and gently brushes his hair back from his face. Her tears are gone. Mira’s not in shock - she’s just saying goodbye.

In the distance, the CLICK-CLACK of boot heels on stone.

MIRA
No.
 
She carefully lowers Samuel’s head to the ground, stands. Remembers her injured arm, but there’s no time to coddle it - the footsteps are getting closer.

Mira looks around, but there’s nothing in the room, not even furniture. She exits into--

THE CORRIDOR

And continues in the direction she was headed before she saw Samuel. She’s almost to the end of the hallway when--

BATHORY (O.S.)
Mira!

She turns. Bathory stands at the opposite end of the corridor, a nightmare. Mira can only turn to the right, so she does, running.

Down the next hallway. Bathory following, closer and closer. Thsi time Mira can only go left...

A BLANK STONE WALL in front of her. She’s trapped.

JANOS (O.S.)
Mira! This way!
 
She turns - Janos is nowhere to be seen, but now there’s a passageway open to the right, where there wasn’t one before. Mira runs for it instantly, catching a glimpse of Bathory bearing down on her.

Down the corridor, the dragon tapestry and her own door, then around the corner and down the stairs.

Janos stands at the entrance to the chapel, arm outstretched.

JANOS (CONT’D)
Hurry!
 
Mira sprints. Bathory right behind her. His fingers grasp a few wisps of her hair just as she enters--

THE CHAPEL

And runs into Janos’s arms. Bathory stops at the chapel entrance, as though he’s hit a wall.

BATHORY
Give her to me!

MIRA
I have it.
 
She pulls the vial of blood out of her dress, hands it to Janos. He handles it with absolute reverence.

JANOS
Oh, Mira. Thank you.

BATHORY
Do as I tell you, Briccius! Give her to me!
 
Janos walks up to the chest behind the altar. Mira backs away from the door, to the wall, looking back and forth between them. She doesn’t see the look of JOY on the statue of Mary.

JANOS
Come and get her, Uncle.

MIRA
What? Father Janos...
 
Bathory SLAMS his fist into the floor at the threshold. The stones BREAK. Bathory pulls the pieces aside.

MIRA (CONT’D)
Why did he call you that?
 
She’s between two of the statues now, cowering a bit. Janos carefully returns the vial to the chest.

JANOS
(absently)
Because it is my name.
 
Bathory digs through the rubble under the stone tiles. He pulls up a handful of BONES. Tiny bones. He brandishes them at Mira.

BATHORY
Look what he has done. My sons! My own
flesh and blood! He uses them against me, to keep me out.
 
More little bones removed, tossed aside. A fragile infant SKULL, a HOLE in the top.

BATHORY (CONT’D)
He murdered my sons!
 
Mira looks to Janos, who calmly steps down to the aisle. He smiles at her, a little sadly.

JANOS
Wouldn’t you have killed them, if you’d had the
chance? Besides, their bodies kept this
place safe from him.
 
Bathory continues to tear the skeletons out of the floor, tossing them behind him.

JANOS (CONT’D)
(to Bathory)
And shouldn’t I have had a place just for my own?
Especially since the whole castle was given to me,
because of my victories? And I would have shared it
with you, Uncle! I would have shared it with
you willingly, if you had only asked!

BATHORY
The victories were mine! You were just a child.
My money paid for your mercenaries. The castle
and land should have been given to me!
 
He raises the last bone. CRUSHES it in his fist. BLOOD DROPS follow the bone fragments and dust to the floor. Bathory wipes the blood around the frame, then steps over the threshold.

JANOS
(quietly)
What will you do now, Hados?

BATHORY
What I should have done centuries ago.
 
Bathory runs at Janos. Mira, watching, cringes. But Janos grabs him, LIFTS him with one hand.

JANOS
You forget, Uncle. You no longer wear
my blood around your neck.
 
Janos SINKS HIS TEETH into Bathory’s throat. Mira screams. Bathory struggles, but Janos is now the stronger. Janos drinks.

Mira sees the statues watching the two men, their faces twisted with savage glee. She begins to sidle over to the doorway.

Bathory’s struggle ends. He hangs limp in Janos’s grasp. His skin is sucked tight to his bones, as though he were being mummified. Janos lets him drop - Bathory’s body TURNS TO DUST when it hits the floor.

Mira pauses in the doorway. Janos licks the blood still on his lips. He sighs.

JANOS (CONT’D)
Nine hundred years I’ve waited. Finally,
this world will be mine again.
 
He smiles at Mira. So do the statues. For a beat, she is paralyzed with fear. Then she is able to tear her eyes away, turn, and run.
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