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Three years ago, you were regional champion of rock climbing; this is going to be a piece of cake.

You start climbing. Pretty quickly you reach the tricky part. You’ll have to jump. You count in your head. One… Two… Three… You jump… And catch yourself. Good girl, you made it. The rest should be fairly easy. You resume your ascension.

You are about to reach your destination, when you pass in front of a porthole that overlooks a large cabin.

You stop; on the bed in the cabin, a man and a woman are having sex. The woman is riding the man kissing his shoulder. The man is looking in your direction. He has seen you. Embarrassed, you prepare to resume your climbing to leave them to their intimacy, when you see the man’s lips form the words: “help me”.

The woman still rocking on the man’s dick raises her head and turns around looking at you. It is Esme the small Latina crew-member who took you to your cabin earlier. But it’s not exactly Esme. It is a demonic version of Esme; her eyes glow with a dark red glimmer; her ears are pointy, deformed; her mouth… her mouth is filled with what looks like the man’s blood and descending from her upper jaw you spot two huge fangs.

The blood pours abundantly from her mouth onto her bare chest covering her firm breasts.

She looks at you with hate and anger. No one has ever looked at you this way but you can perfectly understand that this look is telling you:

“I’m going to find you and I’m going to kill you, but before that I’m going to make you suffer”.

Terrified you take a step back and fall off the ledge you were standing on.

The fall seems to last forever. Waiting for the water to break your back you are surprised when your body hits a solid surface. Before losing conscience you realize that a life boat stopped your fall, saved your life.

***

When you wake up, the sun is high in the sky and the boat seems to have stopped. You are terribly sore and your left arm is killing you. The memory of how you ended up here suddenly hits but you dismiss the vision of fright as a nightmare caused by the pain, there are no such things as vampires.... You must have slipped, you are pretty sure you did…

Holding your arm close to your chest, you look around. The life boat you ended up in is swinging just a foot away from a bridge. With your arm and all it is going to be difficult for you to jump but you do not seem to hear anyone close by, actually the boat is as silent as a tomb.