The hunt races beyond London on Kaeltripton! Last time, the team clashed with Dracula at Piccadilly—now he’s on the run with his last box, and Van Helsing, Seward, Jonathan, Arthur, and Quincey plot to track him back to Transylvania, with Mina’s cursed link as their edge. We’re serving this free slice of Dracula with a teaser excerpt below, followed by the full text from roughly pages 327 to 342—covering the aftermath and a daring new plan. We’re dishing out Dracula in chunks—keep checking back for more, or grab a $ subscription to unlock the whole saga now, plus my takes on its breathless pursuit. Ready to chase the fiend? Let’s hit the road!

Dr Seward’s Diary (Continued)
17 October.—After Piccadilly, we’re battered but unbowed. Dracula’s gone—took his last box and ran. Van Helsing called us together to-day: ‘He flees London—back to his lair, I wager. Varna, then Transylvania.’ Jonathan’s sure—checked shipping logs with Arthur’s help. A boat, the Czarina Catherine, left the Docks this morning—bound for Varna, one box in its hold. ‘That’s him,’ Van Helsing said. ‘He’s weak now, one refuge left. We chase him there.’ Mina’s pale, marked worse—red scars glaring—but she spoke up: ‘I feel him—eastward, moving fast. Use me.’ Her voice broke, but her eyes burned.
Van Helsing nodded: ‘She’s linked—his blood in her lets us track him. Brave girl.’ Jonathan gripped her hand: ‘He’ll not escape—I’ll follow to the end.’ Arthur and Quincey swore it too—we’re set to sail, weapons ready. I checked Renfield’s room—his death’s a warning: Dracula’s ruthless when cornered.
Mina Harker’s Journal
17 October.—They’ve planned it—Varna by ship, then overland to his castle. I’m their compass now—his voice whispers in my head, faint but there, pulling east. It’s awful, but I’ll use it. Jonathan’s fierce, kissing me like it’s our last. Van Helsing hypnotized me to-day—asked where I saw him. ‘Water—rocking—dark,’ I said. ‘The boat,’ he muttered. They’re packing—guns, stakes, crosses. I pray we’re fast enough.
18 October.—Mina’s sleeping more—too much. Van Helsing woke her with difficulty; she’s fading, but her will’s iron. ‘He’s still on the sea,’ she said under trance. We’re booking passage—leaving to-morrow. The chase is real now—Dracula’s running, and we’re the hounds.