"That would be troublesome for you." Hannah sighed. "You've got to sleep too." "True," John considered. "No one knows how to kill him."
"Would you please stop calling me that." It was more of a statement than a question. "It brings up things I'd rather not remember."
"Chances are he wouldn't listen." John chuckled. "Then I owe you a thank you." Hannah said. "I'm not fond of my nightmares."
"Your methods haven't asked for anything else." Angel stopped. "How can you help me?" She knew Advent would probably just drag her along again without answering, but she felt the need to ask anyways.
Hannah nodded, breathless. "I thought... that was just part of my nightmare." John swallowed a retort. "Then perhaps he'd learn from you."
"You haven't exactly earned mine." Angel balled her hands into fists in her pockets.
Hannah met Edward's eyes. "It's deffinately a yes." Beatrice quickly climbed to her seat on the carriage and looked away from Edward and Hannah, feeling too many emotions at once. John cringed away from Lestat. "I'd rather not."
Angel put her hands in her pockets. "That hardly seems fair. Prying in my thoughts."
Hannah ducked her head, hiding her blush. "Yes, well, with the way Van Helsing thinks, it's hard to tell." "Not interested?" John repeated. "Dracula is the strongest and longest living of us all. I'm sure you could learn a thing or two by talking with him."
"Very." Hannah agreed, her smirk fading. "Jinx very well could have killed him." "Interesting." John scoffed. "If I'm 'interesting' than you'll find Dracula to be the greastest epiphany you've ever had."
"Van Helsing kissed her." Hannah glanced at Edward, a smirk playing on her lips. "I've been surprised enough." John glared at Lestat. "There can't be anything else he's hiding."
"All he does it toy," John said through his teeth. "He can't do anything else." "The latter." Hannah said. Beatrice turned away from Hannah, hurt by her words. She tightened Sorin's girth. Sorin wickered. That's tight. "Sorry," Beatrice said quietly and loosened the girth.
Beatrice bit her lip to hold back her retort and focused on Sorin's tack. "Luck." Hannah murmured. "If I was his pet, I'd be groveling at his feet." John growled.
"If the maker dies everything made by them does as well." John explained dully. "Beatrice and Carl." Hannah reminded Edward.
"I already told you that I won't be biting anymore werewolves." Hannah folded her arms. "It's not a pleasent experience. The only thing we have to worry about is me crossing paths with a human. Besides Van Helsing and Carl that is; I'm too used to their scents." Beatrice led Sorin out of the stables. SHE'S used to their scents. She thought miserably. "None." John seethed. "He's no good at all. I'd love to just kill him, but there are certain restrictions that won't allow me to do that."
"He's got something planned." John stated. "We just don't know what it is." Hannah smiled. "You really don't want to know."
"Where do you even plan on going?" Angel asked to get Advent talking while she thought out another strategy.
"It is a bit. But, you don't have to pull me anymore. I won't run again." Angel half-lied.
Garxena tried to fight off the pain, to stay awake like Hideo had told her to. She knew she'd have to stay if she couldn't give him what he wanted now. She couldn't feel her hand anymore, but darkness invading her mind forced her into a defensive state, pushing out the twilight energy. She cried out, again from the pain, and now from the loss of feeling in her hand. Her head lolled to the side as the overwhelming pain won and she passed out.
Carlisle can't die in Midnight Sun O.o That would cause a huge rift in the story and would need for all the other books to be re-written.
