Angel tensed. "I know that. But what would my mother think if I just vanished from home? It's not like I can make up an excuse without knowing how long I'll be gone."
Beatrice nodded at Jinx, having to put all her concentration on looking away from Carl. She turned her attention to Van Helsing. "Are you sure? What if that hunter followed us? All it would take for him would be to pull Hannah out of the carriage." Hannah curled into a tighter ball on the carriage bench. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "No!" Hannah cried out, knowing it would do no good. "It's fine, I promise you." John's words flowed easily, convincingly. "They're my parents." Hannah objected. John tilted Hannah's head to look up at her. "Mortal ties are nothing. Friends don't matter when it comes to blood. Trust me." Hannah nodded slowly, lost in John's eyes. "I do. Completely." "Good," John smiled. "Now," He turned Hannah back towards the house. "Have fun."
"I should be okay now," Beatrice said, turning to Carl and risking giving him a smile. "It's getting better..."
Beatrice shook her head. "I think Hannah wants to be alone. She hasn't been to sociable since... you know."
Hannah laid down across the bench seat, curling her legs to fit more comfortably. She adjusted the blanket and closed her eyes, deciding she may as well try to sleep through the day, and possibly escape her unending headache. Beatrice followed Jinx and Carl silently, distracting herself from Carl's smell by worrying about Hannah.
Angel lowered her eyes. "If me being a part of this will help you... I will be." She paused. "I just can't get into this so quickly. It puts my family at risk. Little Clair... She shouldn't have to go through this. She shouldn't have to worry about me. And I've already scared my mother with a near death experience. I don't think she could handle that again. She hates to look at me.... If I got hurt in anyway... I don't know how she'd take it."
"I guess it would be best if I went with you." Beatrice answered. Hannah sat still in the carriage, holding her cloak and the blanket close to her even though she wasn't cold. He couldn't have let me come along? He can't even tell me anything. How am I supposed to trust Lestat when Edward won't tell me what's going on.
"Yes, I'm feeling a little better now the smell is almost gone," Beatrice answered. "I think resting would be a good idea, though..."
Hannah tilted her head to look up at Edward. "What kind of thing? How long will you be gone?" Beatrice focused more on Van Helsing when he said her name. I have to be alone with him??
"You know I don't like talking about my parents." Hannah mumbled. OOC: i killedededed john
"Nothing." Hannah said quickly. John didn't look at Lestat again as they followed the carriages, keeping to his thoughts and refining his plans. OOC: YAY ME!!
"Maybe I'm not ready for all this." Angel tried to make her voice hard, but it cracked from her tears. "Did you think about that?"
Angel turned around on her heel. "Dammit, Advent, I do! But after what happened with my dad, family will always come first for me!" Angry tears welled in her bright green eyes. "So don't try to put some pity case on me."
Hannah's eyes snapped open. She stared unseeingly for a moment, and then looked up at Edward. "N-nightmare." She laughed humorlessly and lowered her eyes. Regretfully. John agreed. Though I'm sure Hannah will be happy to find that it will not affect her so severely anymore.
"I need to get back to Claire." Angel muttered, already walking towards the exit of the museum. "Don't follow me."
Angel took a small step backwards. "Smarter? I wouldn't phrase it that way." She shook her head, annoyed.
Angel pursed her lips. "Like you do any differently?"
OOC: argh!! you go #70! BIC: Hannah squirmed against Edward, her lips trembling in the softest moan. John inclined his head in small thanks. "We shouldn't let the carriages get too far ahead of us." He reminded Lestat. "The sun will be a problem soon."
"I don't run." Angel retorted, a bit offended. "And I don't back out of fights. I didn't want to fight you, but I was coming to the conclusion of having to." OOC: gtg my lunch is over
Angel folded her arms. "I'm not stupid. I told you I know how I die. It's a night-" She pointed to the slightly open front door of the museum. "Now is day. I'm fine." She folded her arms again. "Don't even think about telling me otherwise."
