And technically, since I actually finished the script today (though I won't be posting all of those pages), I did actually finish in thirty days!  Huzzah!  (Of course, I copied and pasted some from the first draft, especially in this last act, so...whatever, good enough.) 

INT. DINING HALL - NIGHT

Mira and the wolf enter. Bathory waits, sitting at the end of the table, his feet up on the tablecloth. Ana stands behind him, watches Mira with dead eyes. Next to her - SAMUEL. Thinner, face sallow and pained. His eyes track Mira.Mira sits at the opposite end of the table. Glances over - the wolf is gone. The blank-faced manservant stands exactly where it had been sitting. He smiles at her.

No real surprise - Mira is beyond that now. She just smiles back, then lifts the silver cover from her dinner plate. The food is ROTTEN. Mira pulls back slightly at the smell of it.Mira looks around. She SEES. The tablecloth is full of holes, moldy. The paintings have been slashed - canvas strips hang sadly. Piles of bones in the corners. The wolf sits by the door, mangy, half-starved, eye missing. Ana’s throat has been RIPPED OUT - she absently toys with the shreds of flesh.

Mira looks to the end of the table. In the Count’s place sits an ANCIENT CREATURE, something older than even the castle. Its skin is cracked rather than wrinkled, old dead blood dried and caked in the seams of its wretched face.

Its eyes are red, and a serpentine tongue flicks out over its lips. With long, yellowed fingernails, it lifts a bite of rotten food to its mouth. Mira can see the maggots crawling.She draws in a shuddery breath. Takes up her knife and fork, cuts away a piece of meat. Eats it with a struggle.

Laughter from the end of the table. Mira BLINKS - the Count appears a handsome middle-aged man again, though everything else is still ruined, decrepit.Mira eats another bite, more easily.Bathory just looks to Ana, who takes Samuel’s arm. Removes the dirty rag wrapped around his stump.Mira can’t watch. She turns, covers her eyes. Samuel SCREAMS.The screams stop. Mira looks up - Samuel slumps against the wall, cradling his arm. Mira cries - Bathory STARES at her, as though he’s never seen tears before.Bathory is surprised, but not angry. Mira sees she has his attention.Mira stands, goes tot he center of the long table. A candelabra there - she lights it.Leaning against the wall, Samuel frowns. Edges away from Ana, who stares vacantly ahead. He comes to a serving table. Slowly puts his hand on a KNIFE.

Mira looks steadily at Bathory, guileless. He joins her.She pulls out the perfume bottle. Opens it, pours OIL into her hand. Spreads it on Bathory’s forehead, cheeks, lips.She unbuttons his shirt, revealing the VIAL OF BLOOD hanging around his neck. He stares at her, spellbound.She slowly pours the rest of the oil on Bathory’s head.
In one smooth movement, Mira rips the vial away, leaps back.

The ancient creature is revealed again, FANGS bared - the only teeth in its mouth. It lunges at Mira - but she holds the candelabra out. It CATCHES ON FIRE.

A SCREAM, a sound no mortal voice could make. Mira claps her hands over her ears, ducks away. So she doesn’t see the wolf jump...

It KNOCKS her down and clamps its jaws shut on her arm. The vial of blood rolls away. Mira shrieks, bats at the wolf’s head. It SHAKES her arm.

Samuel grabs the knife. Ana attacks him, howling. Samuel stabs her, again and again. Finally pushes her away.

Bathory is now a PILLAR of fire.

Mira fights the wolf, losing strength. A silver platters comes down on its head from above - Samuel. Stunned, the wolf releases her arm. Samuel STABS the wolf in the side. Mira scurries out from underneath it.

The Count turns. His eyes are gone - flames dance merrily away in his empty eye sockets. His skin begins to darken, shrivel. He croaks out something that might be her name.

Mira kicks herself back, away from him, injured arm held to her chest. Then she sees the vial - under the table, just a few inches from Bathory’s feet. Beat. Mira rolls over, CRAWLS for it. She picks it up.

Not fast enough.

Bathory manages to grab her arm and YANK her up to her feet. The sleeve of her dress catches on fire. She doesn’t notice - she stares at him.

Bathory GRINS, the flesh cracking and falling away as his face tries to move. He tightens his grip on Mira’s injured arm - a SNAP as a bone breaks.Even as he speaks, the flames DIE OUT. The flesh and skin on his face and chest begin to heal.Bathory jerks her close. FANGS descend, he prepares to bite--

Samuel grabs the candelabra from the table and BURIES it in the Count’s back, like a pitchfork. The metal seems to find no resistance.

The walls and tabletop BURST into flame. Bathory falls to the floor. A few spastic jerks of his body, and then he is STILL.

Beat. Mira and Samuel stare, unaware of the fire all around them. Then the Count’s wineglass SHATTERS from the heat.They embrace. Then a sound is heard. They turn to Ana, on the floor. Mira goes to her.Wounds in her neck, stabs in her side. Blood everywhere.Mira tucks the vial into her dress. Helps Ana up.

INT. CORRIDORS - NIGHT

Drops of blood hit the floor in a steady rhythm. They fall from Mira’s arm - bitten, broken. They fall from Samuel’s arm - hand gone. They fall from Ana - mortally wounded.

The castle now looks just like the east tower and the dining room - abandoned, filthy, decrepit.

The three struggle to keep going, down the dark halls.INT. DINING HALL - NIGHT

Burnt and blackened. A few dying flames here and there. Bathory lies just where Mira left him. Empty eye sockets stare sightlessly at the ceiling.

A whimper. The WOLF lies on its side a few feet away, bleeding sluggishly from Samuel’s stab wound. It whimpers again as it moves its front paws.

A determined growl, and the wolf rolls over onto its belly. Slowly, it struggles forward, dragging itself and leaving a broad red smear to mark its path. Louder whines and whimpers.

One final burst of energy as the wolf pulls itself up, standing. It staggers forward a few steps, and finally COLLAPSES on the Count’s chest.
One long last exhalation, and the wolf’s eyes go dull.

Blood seeps from its wound. Soaks into the Count’s clothes. Puddles on his chest. Trickles down his face to his lips.

Skeletal fingers twitch.INT. CORRIDORS - NIGHT

Mira now practically carries Ana, the girl’s feet dragging on the floor. Finally, they stumble. Ana falls.She stops, coughs. Blood spills over her lips.
Samuel rips down one of the tattered dragon tapestries. Mira presses it against Ana’s throat.Ana says no more. Her eyes go dull. She is DEAD. Mira closes the girl’s eyes. Then Mira senses something - she listens. SILENCE. Still...

Mira turns her head. Erzsebet stands behind her, looking down at Ana. Bewilderment and sadness on her face.Erzsebet seems to hear something. A moment looking back the way Mira came, as though she can see right through the walls. She leaves, quickly.Mira wasn’t talking about Ana. Still, she lets Samuel help her up, and together they keep moving.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.Erzsebet blocks the doorway. She looks too young, too small. Bathory approaches her, his steps growing ever stronger and more assured.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. CORRIDORS - NIGHT

Mira and Samuel hurry as best they can. They turn a corner - more of the same stretching ahead of them.He stumbles against the wall, in some kind of distress.In the distance, the CLICK-CLACK of boot heels on stone.They run, through the disorienting maze of corridors. The footsteps get closer and closer. Louder. Echoing in the very walls. They run down the stairs, finally enter--

THE CHAPEL

And Bathory is right behind them. He stops at the entrance, as though he’s hit a wall. He screams in frustration - a nightmare.Janos walks calmly down from the altar. Smiles.She pulls the vial of blood out of her dress, hands it to Janos. He handles it with absolute reverence.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.Bathory SLAMS his fist into the floor at the threshold. The stones BREAK. Bathory pulls the pieces aside.Janos carefully returns the vial to the chest.Bathory digs through the rubble under the stone tiles. He pulls up a handful of BONES. Tiny bones. He brandishes them at Mira.More little bones removed, tossed aside. A fragile infant SKULL, a HOLE in the top.Bathory continues to tear the skeletons out of the floor, tossing them behind him. His hands SMOKE.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.Bathory runs at Janos. But Janos grabs him, LIFTS him with one hand.Janos SINKS HIS TEETH into Bathory’s throat. Bathory struggles, but Janos is now the stronger. Janos drinks.

Mira sees the statues watching the two men, their faces twisted with savage glee.

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.

Janos licks the blood still on his lips, now ruddy. No longer gaunt - his face is full, almost fat. He sighs.He and the statues smile at Mira. She is paralyzed with fear.Janos leaves. The doors slam shut on their own. Mira runs to them, tries to open them, to no avail. Samuel slumps into a pew. Hand shaky, voice weak.Mira can’t argue with him.