Try to run by

The Icky Squiky Hall sounds exactly like the kind of place where you would get a mind-controlling slug attached to yourself. You shudder. No way, it would still be a better idea to run past the world's deadliest predator.

You look at the werwolf on the 2nd floor. Or werewolves actually, as the woman is now clearly transforming into the same kind of furry and horny monster. Your window is short, but you're fast and they're busy. You take a deep breath and dash in the stairs, running like your life depends on it (haha...), praying that their libido will outweigh their hunter instincts.

Far too quickly, you reach the landing. You heart pounds so hard in your chest you feel it's gonna explode, adrenaline flows in your body, and time seems to slow.

You're only a few feet away from the beasts and for a moment you think they didn't notice you, you flex your legs, ready to jump far away from them and toward the next floor, when the male turns his head. You blood freezes as you understand you landed both feet into a trap.

With an inhuman speed, he slides out of the woman and throw a clawed hand in your direction. You've already began to jump and you can't do anything but watch the claws hurls toward your face.

If you had jumped a few milliseconds earlier, you would have escaped, a few later and your face would have been ripped off. You feel a burning pain as four lines of blood are traced on your cheek and you fall right in the staircase.

Time suddenly resumes and you tumble down with a major lack of grace, each impact sending waves of pain in your whole body. You roll and roll and roll down the stairs and slam on the first floor with a moan. Your whole body hurts, you feel bruises everywhere and you're practically sure to have heard at least a few bones breaking.

You're laying powerless on the floor, bracing yourself for the savage and bloody **** at the paws of the creature, you close your eyes and...

And…

You open them. Over you, on the third floor, you can hear the mating sounds once again. You can't believe your luck !! He didn't even tried to chase you !

You groan as you try to stand up, and succeed although you're a bit wobbly. Nothing broken, double luck.

You cautiously walk down the stairs to the ground floor, careful to not hurt yourself again. The claw marks on your cheek spread a burning pain to your whole head, as well a an itching sensation. You try to ignore the feeling and focus on what's around you. You really don't want another face-to-face with a monster.

By the time you've reached the basement, the pain from your bruises has totally disappeared. Actually, if it weren't from those damn scratches, you would feel in great form.

You follow the arrows marked 'Crypt of the Brides" and arrive in front of an old wooden door. You open it with a thousand precautions, listening to every sound, but hear nothing. In front of you stands a large corridor made of stones that look centuries old, and even the air feels old.

A familiar scent comes tickle your nose. It's Gwen perfume ! You're sure of it. Not listening to that inner voice that object you couldn't possibly smell where your girlfriend went, you follow the trail with confidence. And even impatience. For some reason, you can feel your fear receding, you're less and less afraid of an encounter with vampires.

Finally you arrive at the crypt.