Ship of Demons: Ship of nightmares sequel

Disclaimer: I own everyone except Jack, Epps and Katie. Also I don't own the person who plays the steward in the movie but I own the name Alex.

Summary: Do you believe in love at first sight? Angela doesn't but a young man does. What will happen when Angela has to cope with a stalker, her father, and a possible love?

Chapter 1: Aboard the Castro

Angela boarded the ship. At least 630 people could be on the deck at once. Her father had already checked in. 'Stick to the plan. He's not your dad right now. Complete stranger.' She stepped up to check in when an old man cut in front of her.

"Excuse me sir, but it's my turn to check in." He ignored her. Her eyes narrowed.

"Sir, I was next." Still no response. She decided to let it go. After all, he could be deaf.

"Next." Angela stepped forward.

"Angela Cummings." The young man ran her name through the computer.

"Ah yes. Ms. Cummings. Room 912. Your key card." She took the card and made her way below. Everything brought back memories. The halls, the people, all were smiling. She had been that way once, but now it's all an act.

"912…912…Ah 912. Now how does this work?"

"You mean you've never used a key card?" Angela turned. There she saw a young man. Not young as in pre teens but young as in not much older than18.

"I'm Mark Willows. You do it like this." He took Angela's key card and inserted it into the slot. A light flashed green.

"There." He handed her the card.

"Thank you." She looked up at him. A fake smile and toyish eyes greeted his own.

"I'm Angela Cummings. It was nice to meet you Mr. Willows." She turned and entered her room. As she shut the door she saw Mark enter the room across the hall.

"Great. It just gets better and better." She mumbled to herself as she looked around the room. There was a closet to her right and a small bathroom to her left and a nice big bed straight ahead. She saw a mahogany dresser and decided that she might as well unpack because the Castro would be her home for quite a while. She unpacked and then called room service.

"Yes, this is room service. How may I help you?" It was a woman's voice.

"This is Angela Cummings room 912. Could you bring me some tea?"

"Absolutely Ms. Cummings. Right away." The woman hung up. Angela sat on the bed and closed her eyes. The night 40 years ago played in her mind. She heard a knock on the door. 'That was fast.' Angela got up to answer it. Instead of room service, it was Mark.

"Yes, Mr. Willows?" A smile played her lips.

"Please, call me Mark."

"Yes, Mark?"

"Well I was wondering if you were ok, I mean, I never saw anyone come with you and I was concerned." He smiled.

"I'm fine thank you. I'm meeting my parents later on."

"Ms. Cummings, your tea. I hope I didn't make you wait!" A woman pushed the cart into Angela's room.

"Not at all. Thank you." She dug in her pocket and produced a five-dollar bill.

"Oh no Ms. Cummings, I couldn't accept that! Just giving you your tea is reward enough!" She bowed and then left the room.

"Uh.. What was that?" Mark entered Angela's room.

"I have no idea." She poured herself some tea.

"Would you like some?" She glanced at him.

"No, I don't care that much for tea. Hey, do you do rock climbing?"

"Never tried it." She sipped her tea.

"Come climb with me." He took her arm. She jerked back, remembering the night she watched Katie die. Two men grabbed her arms then told her she got the option of how she wanted to die.

"Are you ok? Did I do something wrong?" He sat beside her.

"No, no, you didn't I just have a bruise, that's all." She smiled.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"It's ok. I guess I'll try climbing with you."