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Dracula's Daughter

... partially emptied to accommodate them. Between her haste and the necessity of conserving room Gwen had packed almost nothing, and only when she felt the lurch of the ship pushing away from the dock did the gravity of what was happening sink in. They were really going to America, thousands of miles in this dingy cargo ship. Or would they even make it that far? "How did you know the captain would agree to take us?" she asked as he unfolded her things. "If he agreed to take on John he'd agree to take more." "But he swore there were no other passengers." "Because John doubtless paid him to say so, just as he must have paid him also to keep quiet about the extra cargo he was bringing onboard." Gwen felt a chill. "The countess is here..." "I don't think she'll show herself tonight. She won't want to spook the crew until it's too late to turn back. Tomorrow we'll begin our search, and then the race will be on: If we find where she is hidden we can destroy her, but if she realizes we are here I fear we will never see New Orleans. I wish I could have left you out of this danger, Miss Hartley, but you are essential to this. I will have little leverage reasoning with John. You are the one person in the world he may listen to.” "I wouldn't have let you leave me behind anyway. And I think it's high time you start calling me Gwen, professor." He favored her with a small smile. "What do we do when we find the countess?" "There are special means of dispatching such creatures. In this ...

... case, we will drive a wooden stake through her heart as she sleeps." Gwen put a hand to her mouth. "How dreadful." "Gruesome, yes," said Van Helsing, adjusting his spectacles. "But you must think of it as an act of mercy. Imagine how many centuries Countess Szelinski's soul has been in torment. Once we're done, she'll be at peace--and John will be free of her power." The walls creaked and the whole ship listed unexpectedly, and Gwen had to put a hand out to keep from stumbling. The rise and fall of the boat was already difficult to keep up with. "It seems we've hit bad weather," said Van Helsing. "I have to admit, I've never liked boats. The ocean makes me anxious." "Trust in God and he will see us through." "Isn't it hard to believe in God with all these horrible things you've seen? Vampires and curses?" "Not at all. The supernatural is a great comfort to me. To know that there is indeed a hidden world full of things man does not necessarily understand relieves us of the fear that the material is all there is. Had I ever been an atheist, Dracula would have cured me of the condition." Someone tapped on the door and Gwen, being closest, answered. It was a man from the crew. "Just checking in. Captain says not to worry about the storm." "That's very kind of you. We'll keep to--" She took her eyes off him for a second and it almost cost her life. A flicker of movement was her only warning and, instinctively, she held the crucifix in front of her. The crewman shrank back and made a ...