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Dracula's Daughter

... and they fell back, as if an invisible hand pushed them. Icy rain pelted them all and the boat swooned and shook and everyone, Gwen and the crew, slid from one side to the other. She lost her grip on the canister and it bounced across the deck. Gwen stumbled, slid, and nearly pitched right over the railing to a watery grave below. Many of the crewmen fell right past her and vanished into the churning black sea, but she caught herself at the last moment. With one hand she held the railing and with the other she held the flare. She'd come close to dropping it. Wiping rain from her eyes, she spotted the lifeboat rocking wildly against the side of the ship. How could she loose it? Then, heart sinking, she saw that it didn't matter: A hole was punched clean through the bottom. Holding to the rail for dear life she dragged herself along, salt spray stinging her eyes, until she found the next one, but it too was destroyed. Professor Van Helsing was right: The countess had been ready for them. Dark shapes loomed on the deck still, but most seemed too unsure of their footing to approach. One man, pale and haggard, stood on the deck, holding onto nothing, seemingly asking for the storm to wash him away. He looked not at all like the John she knew anymore, but his eyes still gave him away. He had a knife. Slowly, deliberately, he took one lurching step toward her, then another. Gwen pressed herself to the railing, but there was nowhere to run. She tried to talk but the wind and the ...

... waves were too much, so instead she screamed: "We're going to die here, John. And that's all right. I only have one regret: I should have told you all along it’s you I love. It was wrong, but I should have told you anyway. I'm sorry for David and Helen. Maybe if I'd told everyone the truth none of this would have happened, and they'd still be with us. But if I have to die now, I'm glad it's with you. I'm not afraid." She took a wobbling step forward. John took a step back. Water surged around their feet. She came toward him again and he held up the knife. Gwen shook her head. "I know you have to. I just have one thing to ask. I'd like to put my arms around you one last time." He looked away. The knife trembled, but didn't drop. Gwen nodded again. "Don't worry. I'll make it easy." And, closing her eyes and opening her arms, she ran toward him. Forgetting the sea and the storm and the nightmare and everything, she ran toward him and flung her arms around him and leaned into the embrace with everything she had. She held her breath and waited for the pain as the knife slid into her breast... But it didn't come. Instead she felt John's arms around her, and then his lips on hers, and then they were a strange jumble of words and kisses and embraces. The knife fell to the deck and was lost to the sea. John looked at her and the expression of pained confusion he'd worn slowly dissolved. "Good God," he said. "Gwen." She kissed his hand. "Yes." The ship heaved again and they both fell, ...