There, on a bed of earth, was Count Dracula. At first Jonathan thought he
was dead. His eyes were open, and his face was pale. No breath came from his mouth
or nose, and there was no sign of a heart in his chest. But there was something about
his eyes that frightened Jonathan. They did not have the glassy look of death. They
looked up into the air above him, but they were filled with a terrible hate.