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"Farewell, little Bee," Lestat muttered, and gave Hannah a little wink before turning on the spot and disappearing.
"I don't like that one," Lestat muttered, pointing at Jinx before turning back to Beatrice. "If you need me, you can ask," he said softly, brushing the side of her cheek with the back of his hand. "But don't always expect an answer."
"Sounds like quite the plan," Lestat teased, lowering his wrist and stepping away from Beatrice slightly. "Oh, you'd do best to save those for your Dracula," he added to Van Helsing and Anna with their weapons. "Won't do you much good here. Little Bee," he added once more. "You know I can only try to help you so many times, yes?"
"Really, now?" Lestat asked, giving Beatrice a surprised look. "What do you plan on doing... on your own?"
"Oh, it will be on your own, little Bee," Lestat reassured her. "I'm just giving you a hand... here..." He held his wrist up to her face, brushing the soft, white skin along her cheek. "You'll like it... I promise."
"You enjoyed every minute of our time together, Hannah," Lestat shot at the vampire over Beatrice's shoulder. "Everyone here knows that. Now..." he turned back to Beatrice. "You have to be a little thirsty... what if I told you that my blood could help you defeat any monster in this castle?"
"That's a good girl," Lestat smiled, moving Beatrice's hair to kiss her neck. He sighed on her skin, amazed at how good she smelled. "Now... on to a better question than Hannah has: are you thirsty?"
"Is that what you want, little Bee?" Lestat inquired in Beatrice's ear quietly. "It's up to you..."
Lestat gave Carl a cold stare. "I'm just here to check on this one," he crooned softly, running his fingers along Beatrice's hair and waist. "She's a little... nervous... shaking..."
I'm sorry, love, but you really do need my help, Lestat insisted, and shut his eyes. He envisioned himself next to Beatrice, standing right behind her, not an inch from the back of her head... and a moment later there he stood, just up the stairwell a bit. He wrapped an arm around her waist, smelling the hair along her neck. He grinned at everyone in front of her over her head. "Told you you missed me," he chuckled in her ear.
No one can hurt me, Bee, Lestat insisted, almost seriously. As if anyone could...
Why? Well, to see and help you, little one! Lestat chuckled at Beatrice, happily leaning against the corner of the bottom of the staircase, just out of view. Imagine the scare I would give your friends if I just... popped up next to you now!
You're not understanding, my little child, Lestat sighed at Beatrice. Can you tell I'm so close to you... right now?
Well, tell me what you'd like to do, little Bee, Lestat suggested happily, entering Dracula's castle now. How you'd like to help, anything at all... and I will give it to you.
Oh, I can help you, little Bee, Lestat offered, slowly floating toward the castle, a grin on his face. That is, if you want to be any use to your friends, prove to them you really are something...
Oh, really? Lestat laughed at Beatrice. So when you're in over your head or you need help in your little adventure, you won't come running to me, will you?
What's the matter, little Bee? Lestat laughed at Beatrice. Do you need some help, my child? You're just there with all that power in your veins; it's such a waste.
