"I like to be prepared." Angel stated simply.
Angel stuffed her hands in her pockets. "I'm not going to let this thing rule my life. I'm still going to do what I want to. I'm not going to become some droid-" She drifted off into mumbles.
Hannah stiffened. "As long as I don't have to go near him." "He doesn't have to go alone." Beatrice reminded Van Helsing. "We could go with him." Though when she said 'we' she meant everyone but herself; she was determinded not to get in anyone's way. I'd like to see Hannah do it, if you don't mind. I can see how she's coming to a more defined descision. She won't hesitate the next time she sees that mutt. John said.
Hannah nodded. "A lycan's first moon and two werewolves. Sounds like fun." She said sarcasitcally. "Oh, and let's not forget the town full of innocent people." "Well Edward could..." Beatrice started but faded off. "Hm...." John grit his teeth. First, he intends to kill Hannah. Second, he's just as arrogant as any other mutt, which annoys the hell out of me. And third, he's killed serval vampires already. Some of which I knew. His mind is open to what he gives no thought. And he doesn't even notice the prying.
"Just outside. I hate being confined." Hannah bit her lip. "Not that I'm caged or anything, I just wish that I could walk through a crowd of people at high noon and have no problems." "Right," Beatrice agreed. "It is interesting... I wouldn't have guessed it." For several reasons. John seethed.
"I like an explination better than silence." Hannah answered plainly. "Now, can we go for that walk?" Beatrice looked at the floor. "I was kind of wondering about what the plan for Dracula is too." Just keeping tabs on Hannah and Jake. John murmured. He really is pissed off at Hannah. Seeing as the full moon is next night, he'll probably make a reckless decision and get himself killed if he runs into Hannah.
Hannah smiled. "You could have just told me this in the first place." Beatrice nodded, trying to be more enthusiastic. "I just don't think it's fair to go killing something you don't know enough about." If you're inviting me for brunch, John began. I've filled myself for now.
Hannah tilted her head and looked at Edward. "Is that it? I've kept secrets from him before." She paused. "Well," She lowered her eyes again. "Not for long. I understand... I really do trust you." Beatrice shrugged as lightheartedly as she could. "Just wondering." So that's it is it? John mused. Hannah, Hannah, Hannah, you are so naive.
Beatrice looked at Van Helsing. "How... How much do you actually know about vampires?" She tried to keep her voice steady, not used to hearing someone's voice without seeing them. "If I didn't wake up screaming, then I'm fine." Hannah muttered. "Besides, I'm getting used to it." She tried not to think of Lestat, knowing it would only make her angrier.
"I don't think there's a class on that." Angel replied.
Hannah eyed Edward, and sighed. "Okay," She unfolded her arms. Beatrice smiled, probably being more dazzling than she meant to be. "Thanks, Carl."
Hannah kept her arms folded. "What the hell was Van Helsing doing with a gun pointed at you?" Beatrice looked at Carl. "How?" She asked plainly.
Angel shrugged. "Maybe a bagger at a grocery store."
"Get a job?" Angel tried to joke. "I know I might."
"We're fine." Hannah smiled. "Though you and Van Helsing have some explaining to do." Beatrice nodded. "Um, Van Helsing... am I... Am I a hindrince to this group? Honestly."
Angel swallowed her retort. "Well, I don't know. I don't have much experience with this kind of stuff."
"Alex, you know where they are so you lead once I get my daggers." Angel ordered. I'm an idiot. I shouldn't have left her alone. Especially with someone who's involved with this and knows more than I do. For all I know, Claire could be dead by now....
"We should get back to them before they blow each other's heads off." Hannah murmured. Beatrice squeeked and then quickly covered her mouth, hoping Edward and Van Helsing hadn't heard.
Angel headed out of the museum. "Let's get my sister. I promised her I wouldn't let her get involved in whatever is happening."
OOC: somewhere in the 260's >< BIC: Hannah cracked a grimace. "Yeah... well, thanks."
