Dracula's Daughter - Sex Stories

Dracula's Daughter

... holding onto each other and then onto the rails. The ship was adrift, spinning out of control. The crew, braver now, were closing on them. Gwen had lost the crucifix in the storm. John was unarmed. They had nowhere to go. Gwen heard the clatter of the empty gas can rolling around their feet and realized that she was still holding the last flare. John looked at it, then at her. "We go over the side," he said. "The lifeboats are all ruined." "They might still work as driftwood. It's a better bet than here." "Can we really make it?" "I don't want to lie to you," John said. "So I won't." The flare hissed to life in his hand. The sharp, hungry faces of the vampires glowed red in the harsh chemical light, and then Gwen threw the flare into the stairwell and a gruesome orange blaze sparked to life down below, turning the portal into a smoking hell. Gwen and John, embracing, caught between the flames and the ocean, chose the ocean, and jumped, and vanished. Down below, in the guts of the ship, Van Helsing emptied the fuel cans, splashing everything in the hold, eyes burning with the fumes. Above him, the ship's metal hull groaned and contorted. Wooden crates were piled on all sides. Which one was the right one? It didn't matter. Between the storm and the fire, there would be no way off this ship. No sooner had he finished his grim task than he saw her, blocking the entry and watching, as if she'd always been there. Dressed only in her shroud, she looked very small and very young ...

... and very vulnerable, though he knew she was nothing of the sort. Her dark eyes gleamed. There was, he admitted, more than a little resemblance between she and her father, as Helen had said. He brandished a flare in his hand. "It's over, countess. This ship of death will be lost forever, and you with it." "You think to drown me?" "Your kind cannot cross running water under your own power. Even if you sink deep enough to escape the rays of the sun, there you'll lie for eternity. Better you let me give you a clean death now." The countess bristled. "You'll die here too." "I don’t doubt it. I don’t fear it. What do your kind think about death? I imagine you think you know it. You may find you are wrong.” For a second it seemed as if the countess doubted herself. Then her face hardened into a mask of hatred. But by then Van Helsing lit the flare, and the room went red. The hold exploded in heat and orange glare. Overhead, the deck buckled. Van Helsing thought at first he was carried off his feet by the explosion but he realized it was the countess. She cleared the distance between them in a single leap, catching him and holding him tight even as the flames fell onto her and over her. She held Van Helsing and bared her teeth at his throat but somehow he held her back. They remained locked like that for one second, then two, then a third... And then the blazing hulk of the cargo collapsed, burying them both in the flaming wreckage, and when the ocean poured in the waves dragged the ...