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Beating My Heart- John McLaughlin

"No." Hannah said quickly. "Can't he just talk with you?"

"I said forget it." Beatrice argued, uncharacteristically angry.

"He raided someone's house?" Hannah guessed, keeping her eyes closed.

Beatrice held her tongue. "Forget it."

Beatrice glared at Van Helsing. "He is not a 'French freak.'"

"Then we'll wait a bit." Hannah sighed shutting her eyes. "My head is killing me."

"Relax," Angel snapped at Alex. "Claire is fourteen, but she's still stuck in her little girl fantasies. My bet is she's just as fragile as your sister. So we're ALL going in there, and we're going to work together, and I AM NOT going to hear another complaint out of either of you. Got it?"

"I was going to do it on our walk." Hannah answered bitterly. "I guess we could go out later... soon I mean."

Angel stopped dead in her tracks and turn to glare at Advent. "Do you have any idea what I'm going through? This is my sister, and I'm not going to lose her this way."

Angel picked up her pace. "Just leave me alone."

"I thought you were the one who was supposed to know that." Angel retorted, ignoring Advent. My sister, my sister... My poor little Claire... I'm so stupid to have left her alone. I will make this right. I won't ever put her in harms way again.

OOC: I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE GOING TO TRY TO COME BACK!!! I've had NOTHING to do without you! T^T I'm kinda just reading what everyone else is doing...

"Oh just shut up you two." Angel stalked in front of Alex and Advent.

"My point was to do it before then." Hannah mumbled. "It would be helpful if we knew more of what was going to happen."

Beatrice held back a giggle. Poor Jinx.

Smart people. Beatrice thought her answer instead of voicing it. We are an odd group.

"Me too," Hannah agreed, inconspicuously moving closer to Edward. "I wonder if this town has a library." She added, remembering that she wanted to do a bit of research.

"Eighteen." Angel corrected, her voice icy, as she followed Alex.

"Some things?" Hannah repeated. "I guess that's better than nothing." She smiled.

I will. John answered.

Hannah went inside, took off her cloak and tossed it on a chair, and flopped onto a bed. "I don't think I'll ever get used to this." Her words were muffled by the pillow she buired her face in. "I used to go for walks with Elijah every afternoon." She turned her head to the side and looked at her hand.

Much better. John agreed, not fully paying attention to Lestat anymore.

Hannah smiled back. "Let's hope Van Helsing isn't angry anymore."

"True." John murmured. "They are overly violent."

"There is another room we can go to." Hannah reminded Edward. "We can just stay there until they're done."

With all the time in the world, John started. It'll be figured out someday.

"Either nothing, us, or Dracula." Hannah guessed.

John nodded. "Maybe. It is intriguing though."