Guillaume spun around as Mathieu tapped his back. How…? Mathieu is beside me…unless… “Slythers!” He breathed aloud. The “Mathieu” beside him melted into mush. Guillaume stepped back, eventually breaking into a run, as Florence joined him. “Get away.” He hissed.
“It’s me.”
“I can’t believe that.” Guillaume pushed her into the pile of life jackets.

Soon, he came to Amilie’s room. “Open the door!”
“Why should I?” She yelled from within. Guillaume took a deep breath to calm himself.
“The Slythers are here. And yeah, I almost forgot- THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME !”
“That’s all?” She said sarcastically, while unlocking the door. “What are these ‘Slythers’, anyway?” The door swung open, and Guillaume pushed himself through. He sat on the edge of the bed, biting his nails until they bled a sick, yellow blood.
“They are shape-shifters. All that crap you hear about killing vampires with werewolves and stakes… it’s fake. The only threat to us are those Slythers.”
“How do you know that I’m not one?”