Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.

Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.

Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.

Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.