Angel kicked the dead beast off herself. "Looks like we should take the lighter paths." She choked out.
"I didn't really have a choice." Hannah muttered, lowering her eyes. "ANd I don't think I qualify as a vampire anymore." Beatrice turned oppostice the direction Jinx headed, wanting to give her some privacy and be alone herself.
Angel made another right down a darker corridor. She saw the beast lunge at her too late to dodge. A sickening crack resounded in the empty hall, along with her yell of pain, as the beast struck her against the oposite wall. Her vision swam in and out and she felt something warm oozing into her hair. The pressure of the beast on top of her felt as if it weighed the same as a car. Her breath caught in her chest, increasing her dizziness.
"Well," Hannah began. "Brats are self-centered people, and though I don't exactly know your motivations, I don't think you're doing all this for yourself. I really think you want to help. Beatrice watched Van Helsing go. "Yeah, I'm ready."
"I don't think you're a brat." Hannah objected, distracted from the pain sensation of bursting in her head.
Hannah gave Lestat a questioning look. "You really are different. Not like me, I mean. You're..." She trailed off.
Hannah looked around the room and then back at Lestat. "You're going to stay with me?"
"I feel like I shouldn't be here." Hannah confessed. "I mean... this place is so... still. Like it demands reverence." Beatrice nodded meekly at Jinx.
Hannah's distraction faded. "It just... hurts." "Did... he.. just...?" Beatrice stared at the shirt in Van Helsing's arms.
"I guess that happens to all of us..." Hannah murmured. Beatrice thought for a moment. "I don't know. I just do."
"If she was awful, why did you learn from her?" Hannah asked, distracted.
Hannah cautiously opened her eyes and took a small step away from Lestat. "How...?" She mumbled, staring at her surroundings. "He does." Beatrice assured them. "Can't you tell?"
Hannah stayed stone still against Lestat, her eyes tightly shut, making sure she didn't hold her breath. "Already?" Beatrice asked. OOC;
OOC: BIC: Hannah opened her eyes and took Lestat's hands. "Peachy kean." Beatrice answered Van Helsing acidly.
"You're still holding a grudge against Zepharus?" Garxena asked, breaking the kiss after a moment.
Hannah jerked away from Edward's touch. "Sorry," She mumbled. "I guess now would be good."
Garxena wrapped her arms around Silax from behind him. "What's this book about?" OOC; =D Things are now going to be so much more interesting for me!
"Just... give me a minute." Hannah replied, not moving. She moved her hands to her head, the feeling of it splitting apart increasing. Beatrice smiled. "It is." OOC:
Hannah stiffly shook her head, gripping the bedding again. "Carl... leave." Beatrice nodded slowly. "But Lestat will take care of her."
Hannah found herself leaning towards her sense of smell and tuning out the voices and sights in the room. She closed her eyes, trying to bring her focus back by listening to the voices. Beatrice cracked a smile. "That's kind of good."
