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Dracula's Daughter

... noise like a hissing snake, and when Gwen looked fully into his face for the first time and saw the pale, deathlike features and bloodless lips drawn back in a snarl she nearly fainted. Alarmed, Van Helsing came forward with his own crucifix in hand, and the man retreated into the corridor. Gwen saw he was not alone: A half dozen men crowded the door with eyes gleaming. They reached for her but dared not approach while she held the cross. Van Helsing waved his and they scattered to regroup a few feet away. He slammed the door. Gwen's fingers ached from gripping the little cross so hard, but she dared not put it down. "Vampires!" she said. “All of them!” "The entire crew, I would guess, except perhaps for the captain, and shortly him as well." "But how?" "I've made a terrible mistake. The countess wanted us to follow her. This boat was a trap, and I led us right into it." The ship careened from side to side, and even here they could hear the roaring of the wind and waves. There was another sound at the door, like a heavy shape pressing against it. Gwen stood a little closer to Van Helsing. "Doors won't hold them," he said. "But we have protections they cannot so easily circumvent." "What do we do?" "What you will do is find a lifeboat. The open sea in a story is a terrible thing, but better to take your chances there than face certain doom here." "And you?" The little man stood up straighter. "I cannot leave until I do what must be done. This ship must not reach port." He ...

... took something from off one of she shelves and handed it to her. It was square, metal container marked GAS. It was heavy. She nodded. Van Helsing took two canisters with him, and two flares. He gave one to Gwen as well. Her stomach lurched, both from the heaving of the ship and the knowledge of what was coming next. She wrapped herself in her heaviest coat, but she knew it would provide very little protection. It seemed the coast was clear outside, but she knew the crew must be skulking around somewhere. Van Helsing pressed his hand into hers. "I'm going further into the hold, to find the countess, and John if I can." "You'll need me." "Miss Hartley, I simply cannot allow that." And then Gwen knew: He wasn't coming back. Rather than cry, she touched his shoulder the same way he had done tor her. He kissed her hand, and it seemed to Gwen quite gallant. Then he turned and ran off into the dark interior of the ship, without pause or hesitation. Gwen watched him go but then chided herself. She had no time to waste. She unscrewed the cap of the gas canister and the fumes hit her full in the face. Overturning it, she sloshed a trail along the corridor and up the stairs, to the deck door. The wind screamed outside and rain seeped in. Bracing herself, she threw the door open and ran out to embrace the storm. They were waiting for her. The crew was 14 men in all, minus the captain, who was nowhere to be seen. But even as they reached for her their eyes fell on the cross around her neck ...