For a minute, Lucy’s face was hard and angry. She opened her mouth, and her teeth looked very long and sharp. Then her eyes closed and she slept. 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.’