Edward tightened his hands into fists, the blood cracking on his knuckles. "Ask Lestat," he muttered toward Hannah softly. "He has an answer for everything..."
"Fine," Edward snapped. "Put drugs inside her sixteen-year-old body, then, from some doctor in the middle of nowhere, drugs that you have no idea how she will be affected by in the longterm! All I'm saying is a bottle of brandy will numb the pain and won't permanently damage her."
"Like something to numb the pain?" Edward asked, taking in what Lestat had told him. "I'd just get her drunk; that's a lot easier than stealing from these people."
"That would be tricky," Edward said. "I don't know if she can handle it... what you would do to her, I mean. Her body's not used to the venom and blood in it, let alone the pain your knife can cause." Lestat, he voiced in his head suddenly. Help her! She's your child and she's lying here unconscious!
OOC: blech, i hate work! :D "Are you suggesting me?" Edward began warily, gazing at Hannah and crossing his bloody hands and arms across his chest. "You can't expect me to carve some bullets out of her body and not worry; the blood is nothing, other things make a difference... do you understand?"
Edward let himself inside the castle, gazing down at his hands as he walked toward the bedrooms. He jumped slightly when he saw the blood coating his knuckles and palms. He knocked on the door where the voices were coming from and opened it slowly. "How is she?" he asked, stepping in and shutting the door behind him.
"I'll see if Bee needs anything, then," Edward said, nodding at Jinx. He wanted to give her a smile, tell her sorry for what he did, for what Van Helsing did, for snapping at her, but his mouth refused to move. He turned back toward the castle, but looked back down at Van Helsing before stepping away. "Keep your distance from me," he muttered. "I won't hold myself back next time I see you."
Edward stood carefully, resisting the ruge to kick the hunter on the ground in the gut, split each of his ribs till he bled from his mouth and throat, make him suffer for-- Stop, he told himself, shutting his eyes and clenching his fingernails into his palms. Calm down... she'll be okay... just.. calm down... "Where do you expect me to go, then?" he asked, turning carefully to Jinx and opening his eyes.
"What am I supposed to do with him?" Edward sighed, getting off of Van Helsing and sitting up on his knees on the muddy ground. "Let Anna deal with him? She'd congratulate him and laugh."
"He deserves it," Edward snapped, though his loosened his grip a little. "He deserves worse."
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Edward punched the hunter hard across his temple, smacking his head back against the ground, the dull, reverberating crack of skull on hard mud echoing in the air. "Don't make me kill you," Edward hissed, a line of blood trailing from his own mouth now as he bit down on his lip hard. "You've no idea how hard it is not to change and rip out your windpipe as slowly as possible with my teeth." Edward growled and shut his eyes before looking back up at Jinx. "What?" he asked, his tone as calm and neutral as possible.
"What is it?" Edward asked through his teeth, glancing up at Jinx now, unable to stop tears forming in his eyes.
"Take her inside," Edward ordered, unable to not shout over his shoulder now. "Help her before Anna gets back... I'll take care of him."
"Stay still or I will kill you!" Edward growled, feeling Van Helsing's nose break under his next punch. The hunter lessened his struggle now through a groan of pain, his limbs limp under the werewolf's hold. "Where's she shot?" Edward snapped, his voice thick with anger and pain. "Someone tell me because I'm not letting his b.astard go!"
Edward skidded into the ground with Van Helsing, barely hearing the shots in his own ears. He sat up and saw Beatrice lying on the ground nearby. "You son of a b.itch!" he yelled automatically, not hearing his own voice through the shock as he kneeled up and away from Van Helsing. He grabbed the hunter's collar and yanked him up, punching him hard across the jaw with his other fist.
Edward shot away from Hannah, launching himself down the hallway toward Van Helsing as fast as he could, knocking into the man at full speed.
"No," Edward insisted. "If I let you go, I will kill him, trust me."
