Beatrice half-smiled. "I'm not sure if my best will be good enough for this."
"That's an interesting way to think of things." Beatrice commented.
"You've never killed anything?" Beatrice was interested.
"True..." Beatrice considered this. "Then why do we kill werewolves?"
"Well, yes, but... but they kill." Beatrice said.
"Why wouldn't they?" Beatrice asked.
"Not much. The same as Dracula really." Beatrice answered.
Beatrice nodded. "It's really all I've known."
Beatrice positioned herself infront of Edward.
Beatrice looked down at Edward to see what he made of this suggestion. "Sorin is strong enough to carry two people."
Beatrice ran over to Van Helsing and Sorin. "Thank you so much!"
Beatrice smiled. "Thank you." She headed to the right.
Beatrice nodded. "I'll go when I have Sorin."
"A new horse?!" Beatrice looked at Hannah, shocked.
"I can't leave without my horse." Beatrice protested.
Beatrice grimmaced. "Probably not. I'm no expert, but improvise to make up for it."
"Of course." Beatrice answered. "My father taught me."
Beatrice's hand went to the hilt of her sword. "I'd like to find my horse."
"I know very little of Dracula." Beatrice answered. "Only what I hear around town."
Beatrice looked at the three, still very worried about her horse.
