"Can't we at least make her more comfortable?" Beatrice asked, seeing how tightly Hannah was curled.
Beatrice hung her head. "I wish there was something I could do for her...."
Beatrice bit her lip. "So," She looked at the sleeping Hannah. "Hannah could....?"
"Jinx," Beatrice let her hair be. "I can see that it's bad, but what happens when a vampire bites a werewolf?"
"Mm hmm," Hannah closed her eyes tightly, pain knotting her stomach. Beatrice started fidling with her hair.
"You can come in." Hannah groaned and curled herself into a ball. Beatrice was at Hannah's bed faster than she thought ever possible. "Do you need anything?" "Rest," Hannah replied. "Beatrice, please don't worry."
Beatrice laid down even though she wasn't tired. "Have fun." Hannah sighed and closed her eyes. "Please be careful." She said quietly as Edward left.
Beatrice folded her arms. "I did too once...." "Promise that you'll come back quickly." Hannah said, not looking away from Edward.
"Promise?" Hannah looked back at Edward. Beatrice tilted her head. "You should go get something."
"Okay." Beatrice agreed quickly. Hannah looked away from Edward. "You know I won't forgive you if you don't come back."
"Yes," Beatrice admitted. "But... um...," She tried to think of something else but gave up. "I'm not going." She sat on one of the beds. "He scares me...." "He's a werewolf, Edward." Hannah reminded him. "It's Van Helsing's job to... you know. I just don't want you to get hurt. I'll be fine, so please don't be angry."
Beatrice shook her head fervently. "He's... well, frightening. And big. And... and... creepy!" "I'm the one who told you not to come." Hannah reminded Edward. "I was the one who bit him. You can't possibly think this is your fault."
Beatrice reluctantly got up from Hannah side, and went to the door. Hannah was stung by Edward's tone. "Why are you being like this...? I didn't ask for this to happen."
"He didn't hurt me," Hannah said. "She bit him." Beatrice filled in. "Twice." "Go then, Edward," Hannah turned her attention to him. "I'd like you to stay, but you can go. I can't exactly hold you back." Beatrice looked worriedly from Van Helsing to Jinx. "Will she be okay?"
"Edward," Hannah rolled back onto her side. "Stay with me?" Beatrice noticed Hannah was paler than usual. She put a hand on Hannah's forehead. "You're warm!" She exclaimed, pulling her hand back.
Beatrice helped Hannah over to a bed, cringing when Hannah just flopped onto her side and closed her eyes. "Well," She started, assuming Hannah wasn't going to say anything. "We kinda had a run in with a hunter.... Hannah did all the work." "I told you not to blame yourself." Hannah mumbled, turning her face into the mattress and rolling onto her stomach. "I know, but I still feel badly." Beatrice said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I'd rather only explain once." Hannah told Carl. "I need to lie down...." "Let's get to the room." Beatrice suggested.
"I'm sure he'll be happy to see you're okay though." Beatrice said. "I wouldn't say okay," Hannah mumbled, getting dizzy from walking. Beatrice sighed in relief when they broke away from the trees. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more." "Don't blame yourself." Hannah scolded. "I should have been able to tell what he was." She tried to support more of her own weight as they moved towards the tavern. "He did smell different from other people." Beatrice confirmed. "I didn't really understand why though." She pulled more of Hannah's weight as they approached the tavern. "I don't know which room it is." Hannah muttered. "That's why I wanted to meet outside."
"You stained your shirt." Hannah cracked a smile at Beatrice as she returned. Beatrice looked down. "Oh... I can wash it out." "Alright," Hannah pushed herself up, using the tree to steady herself. Beatrice hurried over to help Hannah. "What are you going to tell everyone?" "I missed the deer." Hannah joked. "I don't know, really. I guess the truth will have to be it. I don't want them to get paranoid and watch our every move though." Beatrice slung Hannah's arm over her shoulder and her own under Hannah's arms, and started walking back. "I'm sure Edward will anyway." Hannah frowned. "He is going to be so upset."
Hannah ran her tongue along her fangs. I'm never going to bite a werewolf again. She promised herself and then thought of Jake. Why would a werewolf be a hunter in the first place? Or maybe he only hunts vampires. But wouldn't he understand, even in the least, what it's like to be like us? Or maybe he doesn't care. She sighed. No.... Werewolves don't care about us 'leeches'.
