"I'll figure it out! My brother was killed by one of Dracula's werewolves, and his death will not be in vain." Anna tried pulling her wrist back. "I think so," Beatrice smiled. Hannah put a hand to her head. "I don't know his exact words, only what Bee told me."
'Those other guys' are my family. And Van Helsing presented a more exciting plot line.
Hannah leaned against the carriage, her legs shaking. "Thanks, Edward," She said quietly. "I only went because Bee said that Lestat told her he wouldn't let anything happen...." "I do not need you," Anna retorted. "I've been doing fine before you and your entourage came. My brother and I can handle Dracula without your help." Carl looked back at the mirror, recalling what he learned of the Valarious family. Beatrice nodded. "Supposedly..."
Anna narrowed her eyes. "I'd do more then talk with them," "They deserve a chance," Carl said quickly. Hannah smiled to herself. "My first wolf-kiss." "Oh," Beatrice said quietly. "So you think that you'll find him with Dracula?"
Anna's hand tightened on her gun. "I don't believe this." "It's true," Carl interjected, his eyes flashing to Anna's gun again. "I'm supposed to trust your word on this?" Anna questioned. Hannah's smile covered her wince. She rubbed her cheek. "Did you really lick me?" "You talk about her like you'll never see her again," Beatrice noted.
"I don't suppose so," Carl agreed. "Girls? There are more?" Anna's hand went back to her gun. "I think I'm owed an explination." "Shh!" Hannah pushed herself to sit up and placed a finger on Edward's nose. "This was my fault. I'll walk." She moved her hand to pat his head. "I can make it back to the carriages; it's not that far...." She stroked down his neck to his shoulders. "And, please, for now, only say what you have to.... I think my head is going to split in two...." "She?" Beatrice asked.
"We should wait," Carl responded. "We don't know what this is, but one of the others might. And we'll need them anyways." Anna put her hands on her hips. "You really think numbers matter when it comes to Dracula?" "Frankly, yes," Carl said. "All historical battles show that nearly eighty percent of the time, the commander with larger numbers prevails over the one with lesser troops. Granted, we are dealing with a vampire here, but surely a vampire and his bride cannot stand against-" "Against what?" Anna prompted when Carl stopped. "A hunter, a friar, and two men being followed by 'unwanted company'?" "That hurts," Hannah said, dragging her hands to her head. "I don't want to move..." Beatrice was quiet for a moment, thinking of how to repsond. "Um... okay... Is that a good thing?"
"Oh you're hilarious," Angel scoffed. "But fine, I will." She started to draw her daggers, but thought twice about it and let them lay in their scabbards. Four to one. Neck and ribs should be the best place for me to strike. She took a short, deep breath and then ran at the closet beast. Trying her best to keep her eye on all her enemies, she drop-kicked the closest beast and sprang back up to swing her foot into the ribcage of the advancing beast. As the first got up, Angel jumped up, splitting her legs in the air and kicking back both of the beasts' heads. She turned to face the last two and closed her eyes. She drew one dagger and threw it straight into the third beast's neck. Caught off gaurd when it didn't stop its advance, Angel slammed her foot into its gut just before it got to her. She twisted her dagger out of it and quickly ran it across the beast's throat. Pain raked along her right arm. She turned to see the last beast right next to her with its claws in her arm. Angel cursed and pulled away from the beast. She threw a punch with her left hand, missing by inches. "Right side...." Angel shuddered at the beast's voice but did not slow in kicking it in the ribs. Satisfied by the distance it backed up, she let her right arm sag after sheathing the bloody dagger. As the beast approached again, Angel stood on her toes and swung her foot up in a clean arch, cracking the beast's neck like the first two. Once the beast was down, she let her muscles relax and gingerly put a hand over the gash on her right arm. "Almost got out of that without a scratch," She panted.
"It's a mirror," Anna breathed. "But why would Dracula need a mirror? He has no reflection." "Maybe," Carl started. "Maybe to Dracula it's not a mirror at all..." He looked at Van Helsing. "It hurts," Hannah groaned horsely. Beatrice fidgited in Michael's arms, still perturbed by tingles his touch sent up and down her spine.
Well the "Sasuke..." thread kind of got deleted...
OOC: bed... what's a bed? *falls asleep on floor* BIC: Beatrice met Michael's eyes, seeing century-old pain. "What happened to you...?" She asked quietly. Hannah moaned, her thoughts slowly recollecting. Her eyes half opened, and she took a minute to process where she was. She closed her eyes again, focusing on the sounds and smells rather than sights. Her mind wandered, drifting back towards unconsciousness.
"Now?" Carl asked. Anna frowned. "Yes, now." "Okay, well," Carl knelt back down. "The translation, literally, is 'in the name of God, open this door'." Beatrice flinched away from Michael. "Please, don't try to lecture me. I know what I'm doing, and I'm doing it for my friends." Hannah's chest rose and fell evenly with her breath. John laughed, the sound fading as he got further away.
It's a rough choice, but I go with Traverse Town. I love the people there and the Dalmations of course!
Anna stared at Van Helsing. "You got that from whom?" "A Cardinal," Carl answered, standing up. "What do you care?" Beatrice asked, distracted by the sounds of the nearby houses of the Transylanians. John laughed. "I die, she dies," He murmured, melting back into the forest.
Anna nodded. "My father studied this for years. He would have found this out." "Ah, but your father was missing something," Carl croutched down and looked at the bottom-left corner. Be still! John ordered Hannah. Hannah's head burst with pain, and her vision came back as her eyes returned to their red-rings. She went limp under Edward, her head lolling to the side, and her eyes closing. "Take her," John sighed. "I've got something special planned for her." "Yes," Beatrice snapped. "Now. Please."
Hannah couldn't help but cry out from the pain ripping through her head. She struggled to get away from the sources of the pain. John stood back. "Oh, she's loving you now." He laughed. "Lestat," Beatrice answered monotonely. "It's no big deal." Her stomach knotted and she placed a hand over it. "Could you... leave me alone for a moment?"
"Yes," Anna replied, turning to face Van Helsing. Carl delicately ran his fingers along the map. "It's a wall, Van Helsing." Beatrice felt a pang in her chest. "I'm... fine..." She said slowly, pushing away from Michael, unsettled by the odd feeling that raced through her at his touch. Hannah let go of John, her hands flying to her head. John straightened his coat. "I couldn't have done it better myself." He murmured. Hannah drove her fist into the side of John's face without looking. When he was away from her, she felt her anger start to ebb away.
Anna's hand went to her gun. "They can handle it," Carl said quickly, catching Anna's movement. "So, did your father have a journal or some record of his work?" Anna shook her head. "If he did, he kept it well hidden." She went to the window. This isn't making sense. Van Helsing works alone. Why is he with a group? Beatrice's lips curved into a soft smile. "Yes," She murmured. Her eyes snapped open at Michael's voice. "Michael..?" John looked towards the sound of slamming doors. "That bast-" Hannah held John by his throat against a tree before he could finish. "Say another word against him and I will kill you." You'd be killing yourself. John lashed his voice through Hannah's mind. A growl ripped through Hannah's teeth, pain and anger mixing in it. "If it'll rid me of you, I don't care."
Carl watched the two leave. "Did I miss something?" Anna folded her arms. "I'd like to know that as well." "But I'm none of those," Beatrice turned her head away from Lestat, her eyes on the ground. "You're only asking for death now rather than later," John crouched. Hannah's body automatically repsonded to the change of John's posture. She matched his pose, her muscles tensed to spring.
"Yes, well he was the one that burnt it down." Anna said, glancing at Carl and then looking back at the map. Carl nodded, already analyzing the map to its extent. "You said your father would look at this for hours? Why not just a parchement map?" "This is much bigger and easier to scale distances," Anna explained. "That could be a reason," Carl mused. Beatrice shivered and then nodded slowly. "I do want to help..." John staggered backward. "You know how to use your emotions." Hannah straightened. "That's not all I know how to use." Not caring who saw, Hannah let her eyes fade to black, her fangs extend. "Round two."
