Mod 7: Lucy’s story


It was not easy for Lucy’s new friend Mary to extricate herself from Count Dracula’s power. She wanted to, with all her heart, but the vampire’s evil magic was so difficult to resist.

Lucy corresponded and visited with Mary almost every day, and it made her terribly sad to see her friend suffer, struggle and weaken. But Lucy never gave up the cause…and meanwhile, she no longer felt the least temptation to return to the thrall of her abuser. Even if she had, on her own account, watching what the monster was doing to her friend cured her of any interest in associating with Dracula again.

One rainy morning, Lucy sat in the library looking out the window, lost in thoughts of Mary and her troubles. Why oh why must this fiend plague our district? she lamented to herself. If only he would leave here, and leave us alone.

But she knew Dracula would never leave the area as long as there were victims available, and there was no way to change that…Lucy couldn’t even help Mary get free!

What we need is for us all to shun him, thought Lucy. We must have no congress with him at all, every household in the county.

But how could such a thing possibly be achieved, when Dracula was so charming, and so able to convince everyone to like and trust him?

“I must make everyone know,” said Lucy out loud. “I have to make them understand what vampires are.”

And then she had an idea.

Later that afternoon, Lucy went to Mary’s home to see her. Poor Mary was barely able to sit up in bed these days, but when she saw Lucy enter her room, her face lit up nonetheless. “My sweet friend, you never fail me!” she said softly, with a smile.

“Nor shall I,” said Lucy, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Now Mary, today I come to you for help. We need to do something very important—something I can’t accomplish alone.”

“What is it? What can I do?” replied Mary, clearly catching Lucy’s excitement.

Lucy laid out her plan. She believed that somehow they could find a way to publish something—a newspaper article, a pamphlet perhaps—something about vampires to educate the public. With hers and Mary’s testimony they could make a good case to a reporter or a publisher. Perhaps they could even find other victims who would join with their voices…Lucy wondered if Elizabeth might be persuaded to help.

“And after it has been much publicized of the dangers of associating with Dracula,” Lucy concluded, “he will at the very least conclude it is too much bother to stay here.”

Mary nodded. “Yes, I do believe you could be right, Lucy,” she said. “Although it troubles me to think of him operating anywhere. He’ll find new sources of blood in some other unfortunate locale.”

“I know,” said Lucy. “I wish most of all that we might publish something that could be read all over England, but I fear we cannot set our sights too high.”

“And I have another fear—that no one would believe us,” said Mary, looking downcast.

“They need not believe us initially,” replied Lucy. “All we need to do is suggest the possibility that such monsters exist, and explain their dangers. Then should anyone encounter such a fiend herself, she will quickly see the truth in our words and shun him!”

“That’s true,” said Mary, pensively. Then, all at once, she gasped.

“Whatever is the matter?” cried Lucy.

“Oh Lucy…I wonder if I’ve thought of just the thing!” Color rose in Mary’s pale cheeks. “Let me tell you. At dinner a few nights ago, Father said he had the good fortune of meeting a most interesting fellow who works for the Daily Telegraph in London, who is currently on an extensive visit to Whitby.”

“A journalist?” said Lucy, clasping her hands together.

“Yes, and he is in town seeking some inspiration for a novel, is what Father said.”

Lucy could hardly believe her ears. “We must speak with this man, he could be the answer to our prayers!” she cried.

“Yes, yes!” said Mary, now looking almost like her real self. “He has an Irish name, a pleasant one…let me think.  Ah yes—his name is Bram Stoker!”

And dear reader, you know the rest of this story. I hope you and I can be like Lucy, and find our own ways to spread the word of the very real fiends that walk among us. On that melodramatic but sincere note I say farewell and thanks to Lucy Westenra. Let’s see how the story ends for me and Max….

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