Soon she woke again, took Van Helsing’s hand and said softly, ‘My true friend.’ And then quietly, Lucy died.
‘She’s gone,’ said Van Helsing, and Arthur put his head in his hands and cried.
Later, I went back into Lucy’s room, and Van Helsing and I looked down together at her beautiful face.
‘Poor girl,’ I said. ‘It is the end.’
‘No,’ he replied. ‘This is only the beginning.’