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NaScreeWriMo - Day Seventy-Seven

INT. CASTLE - GREAT HALL - NIGHT

Ilka walks, intimidated by the paintings of Bathory through the centuries. One in particular, Bathory standing on a pile of corpses, seems to stare right at her.

Ilka touches the SHORT SWORD at her side, gathers strength. She continues ahead.

A FIGURE at the other end of the hall. It’s almost too dark to see - just the slightest touch of moonlight on an outline. But Ilka knows who it is.

ILKA
Erzsebet.
 
The girl steps forward, more clearly visible. A beat, as they stare at each other. Erzsebet holds out her hand. Ilka thinks, then joins her daughter, who leads her away.

INT. CHAPEL - NIGHT

Ilka and Erzsebet enter. Ilka has a hard time stepping over the infant skeletons, but stops dead at the pile of DUST in the center of the aisle.

ERZSEBET
(indifferent)
It’s Father.
 
Erzsebet walks right through the dust. Ilka carefully picks her way over it. They make their way to the altar.

Erzsebet opens the chest, takes out the vial of blood. Offers it to Ilka.

ILKA
(mostly to herself)
The blood of Saint Briccius. It’s been returned.
Janos told me long ago that the Count had taken it,
and I should retrieve it. But I didn’t believe it possible.
I was very young.
(looks at Erzsebet)
Why do you give this to me?

ERZSEBET
Drink it.

ILKA
No! I will not.
(beat)
Put it back in the chest. I won’t drink it.

ERZSEBET
Drink it.

ILKA
You mean to kill me. Or worse.
 
Erzsebet just shakes her head. Ilka hesitates, then pulls a dagger out of her boot and scrapes away the wax sealing the vial shut. She opens the vial.

DRINKS.

And nearly gags and spits it back out. While Ilka struggles to keep the first mouthful down, Erzsebet nonchalantly knocks the huge Bible down to the floor. She RIPS open the top of the podium on which it rested - the wood splinters easily.

Ilka drinks again, draining the vial.


Erzsebet reaches into the hollow top of the podium, pulls out an ANCIENT SCROLL. Not paper, but a thinly-scraped hide. She carefully unrolls it. Writing in dark brown - blood.
Ilka waits, pale and clammy. Erzsebet points a finger at her, arm outstretched. Then she begins to READ the words from the scroll, written in a dead language.

CUT TO:
 
INT. CASTLE - MAIN DOORS - DAWN

Mira stops at the heavy doors, rests a beat. She is exhausted - physically, mentally, emotionally. She wrenches one door open and stands on the threshold.

A blanket of snow has made the world outside seem kinder. The sky grows light. Soft rose clouds. A gentle breeze of clean air greets Mira - she breathes it in. Takes one step forward.

Mira stops. Turns back to look inside the castle.

INT. CASTLE - GREAT HALL - MOMENTS LATER

Mira carries a lit TORCH. She touches it to furniture, draperies, the paintings of Bathory. Everything catches on FIRE.

INT. BATHORY’S CHAMBERS - DAY

Mira enters, then claps a hand over her mouth. Blood everywhere, but especially around the bodies at the foot of the bed - the kitchen cooks, and ANA. Ravaged.

Mira leans down, closes Ana’s eyes. Then she starts the bed burning.

INT. CORRIDORS - DAY

Mira stalks down the hallways, putting the torch to anything that will burn.

JANOS (O.S.)
Enough!
 
Mira turns. Janos stands in a circle of calm amidst growing flames.

JANOS (CONT’D)
You insolent child.

MIRA
This castle is evil, and I will suffer its
presence no longer. Leave.

JANOS
This castle is mine! This land is mine!
Throw down your torch, and I’ll make
your death quick.

MIRA
You are a plague, and I will die before I let
you harm another of my people.

JANOS
Then you will die. You think you can harm me?
Defeated, broken, alone?

ILKA (O.S.)
She’s not alone.
 
Ilka and Erzsebet walk out of the darkness behind Mira, stand beside her.

JANOS
What do you think you’re doing, Cousin?

ERZSEBET
You gave her to me.
 
Mira and Ilka look at each other for a moment, and then Ilka takes the torch. Walks toward Janos.


Oh, Ilka. You know better.
(beat)
That’s far enough.
 
But Ilka does not stop. Janos raises a hand.

JANOS (CONT’D)
Stop!
 
Ilka still approaches. Her face shines with determination, belief. Janos bares his FANGS, but when he tries to strike, he cannot. He stares, puzzled.

ILKA
Your blood flows through my veins.

JANOS
What?

ERZSEBET
I can do magic, too, Cousin.
 
Janos looks back to Ilka. FEAR in his eyes.

ILKA
Vade retro Satana!

She THRUSTS the torch at Janos. He catches on fire like a dry piece of tinder. The walls erupt into flame. Ilka is thrown back from the force of the fires, her dress alight.

Janos turns and FLEES.

Mira runs up, drags Ilka back from the flames. Beats the fire on her dress out. Erzsebet steps back, careful to stay away from any fire.

MIRA
Ilka, Ilka!

ILKA
(coughs)
I’m all right.
 
Erzsebet displays little concern for her mother. She peers up the way Janos fled.

MIRA
Dominik. Where is Dominik?

ILKA
Safe. The baker David and his wife took him across the river.
I told them I would return from the castle with jewels.
(beat)
Samuel?
 
Mira shakes her head. Ilka puts a hand to her face.

ILKA (CONT’D)
I’m sorry.

ERZSEBET
He’s not dead.
 
Erzsebet doesn’t turn around, still looks down the long hallway. Mira and Ilka lean on each other as they stand up.

MIRA
Where is he?

ERZSEBET
The catacombs.

ILKA
How do you know?
 
Now Erzsebet turns to face them. A weary, resigned look far older than her years.

ERZSEBET
He is my blood.
 
INT. DUNGEON - DAY

Though no sunlight ever penetrates down here. Mira, Ilka and Erzsebet walk down the narrow aisle. Mira stops, gathers herself. Then continues.

Ilka looks into the cell Mira stopped before passing. A dirty piece of canvas covers a vague human shape. It is stained with blood. Ilka looks at Mira with compassion, but she does not see.

The entrance to the catacombs. The grate hangs OPEN. The sound of dripping water up ahead. Mira takes Ilka and Erzsebet’s hands. Together, they enter.
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