Most scenes together: Vlad & Master Vampire (4), Vlad & Mirena (2)
Do your people know how many innocents you have killed? Was it hundreds?
Yes.
Lie to me again, and I'll open you from your belly to your brain and feed you your intestines.
Thousands!
And when you put them to the stake, what did you feel? Shame? Horror? Power? ANSWER ME!!!
Nothing! I felt nothing. A greater crime than the act itself.
Drink. You will have a taste of my power: the strength of a hundred men, the speed of a falling star, dominion over the night and all its creatures, to see and hear through their senses... even heal grievous wounds.
At what price?
Once you drink, your thirst for human blood will be insatiable. But if you can resist for three days, you will return to your mortal state, having sampled my power and, perhaps, saved your people.
And if I feed?
The price would be worse than if you'd never stepped in here. For I will be set free, having granted the darkness a worthy offering. You will become its vessel, as I am. A scourge on this earth, destined to destroy everything you hold dear: your lands, your people, even your precious wife and son.
I would die before I harmed them.
Indeed you will, I'm afraid. I, however, will at last be free to unleash my wrath against the one who betrayed me. And one day, I will call on you to serve me, my pawn, in an immortal game of revenge.
This is not a game!
Ahh, but what better way to endure eternity? For this, little prince, is the ultimate game. Light versus dark, hope versus despair. And all the world's fate hangs in the balance.
Then it will be my great pleasure to disappoint you.
Drink. Let the games begin.
I have been waiting an eternity for a man of your strength to arrive. But what kind of man crawls into his own grave in search of hope?
A desperate one.
Why spill blood if not for the pleasure of it?
Because men do not fear swords. They fear monsters. They run from them. By putting one village to the stake, I spared ten more. Sometimes the world no longer needs a hero. Sometimes what it needs... is a monster.
And you believe you know what it means to be a monster? Hmm?... You have no idea... but I'm going to show you.
Tell me, how long can you bear it in here? Huh?
Long enough to strike your name from the history books.
What is happening to you? No! Stop it! (as she pulls him into the shadows) May God strike down whoever did this to you!
This is the strength you sought? But why?
Because I sent corpses back to Mehmed, instead of our son.
In two days, I'll be restored... I just have to resist.
Resist what? (Vlad says nothing) Resist what, Vlad? Tell me!
The thirst... for blood.
Why think separately of this life and the next...
When one is born from the last.
Do you think you are alive because you can fight? You are alive because me! Because of what I did to save you!
In the year of our Lord 1442, the Turkish Sultan enslaved 1,000 Transylvanian boys to fill the ranks of his army. These child slaves were beaten without mercy, trained to kill without conscience, to crave the blood of all who defied the Turks. From among these boys, one grew into a warrior so fierce that entire armies would retreat in terror at the mention of his name: Vlad the Impaler, Son of the Dragon. Sickened by his monstrous acts, Vlad came to bury his past with the dead and returned to Transylvania to rule in peace. His subjects called him Prince. I called him Father. But the world would come to know him as... Dracula.
For centuries, these moldering walls have been my gallows. For I am bound to this cave, condemned by one who turned me. Oh, and I have waited an eternity for a man of your strength, your gifts, your will. A man worthy of the dark and all its powers. For if I am your salvation, you are mine.
It's not a child's place to save his country.
