Michael looked over at Beatrice. "Is your head alright?"
Michael nodded. The less she does, the faster she'll heal.
It'll just take some time. Van Helsing told me that she wasn't very strong against mental attacks in the first place, and now that she's a lycan, it'll just be worse for her. Michael thought back. Just keep her away.
Michael followed Edward and Hannah. She'll need a while to recover. He thought, knowing Edward would hear.
Michael glanced at John. That's going to take a while to heal from.
Michael carefully transferred Hannah to Edward. "She didn't see."
Michael covered Hannah's eyes in time. "Whether you wanted to see that or not," he murmured to her quietly. "It would have driven you off the edge." OOC: vanny needs to die >:3
"Go ahead," Michael replied. "I can handle Hannah. Though," He looked at Edward. "She'd be more comfortable with you."
Michael glanced at Edward and the picked up Hannah, careful to keep her head steady. He kept his grip on her comfortable but quick to change to restraint if needed. "You need to think of something calming."
"Don't touch her," Michael warned Edward. "Give her a minute." He moved towards Hannah. "Hannah, are you still in control?"
"That's not my choice to make," Michael turned his sightless eyes to Van Helsing. When John stepped back towards Hannah, Michael snarled, "Don't move any closer to her. I don't have to look at you to see what you're doing."
Michael growled threatening, smirking when John and Hannah's scents separated as John moved away from Hannah. He purposefully showed off his fangs to John, another warning. "You really should listen. I could give you wounds you'd never heal from."
Michael focused on John's scent, waiting for him to speak so he could memorize his voice. I'll have to be careful, their scents are mixing.
"I'd give you an exact measurement, but I assume you don't need one." Michael answered, his hair falling in his face as he inclinded his head towards the small group.
"Crystal clear," Michael responded, his voice rough but smooth at the same time. "I won't bite then."
"Be careful where you aim," Michael joked quietly and then let his eyes fade to full black and his fangs grow. His skin hardened, turning a silver-grey-blue.
Michael silently pointed the right way for Van Helsing.
Michael stiffled a laugh and shook his head.
"So you're just going to stand by and do nothing?" Michael asked.
"Why not go after them?" Michael asked, thinking over Van Helsing's first statement.
