"She belongs to me." John practically growled. "No... No it wouldn't." Hannah kept her eyes on the ceiling. "You should sleep. We seem to be a popular group for trouble." "Thanks." Beatrice said. "I hope Hannah isn't bothered by me... I mean, if she finds me a nuisance or something."
"Didn't you mention a theater?" Hannah asked. "She's in love with a werewolf." John said through grit teeth. "I don't think I should carry it anymore at all." Beatrice sighed.
"She's bullheaded." John replied. "Paris? I've never really been there. Only passed through." Hannah said thoughtfully. "I'm better with a sword." Beatrice explained. "My bare hands aren't worth much." She laughed quietly.
"Eventually...." Hannah stared at the ceiling. "They may be nightmares, but they're still memories...." John grit his teeth. "So true." "I'm okay." Beatrice said.
"Older vampires can't dream. Us newborns are haunted with memories of our human lives." Hannah answered. John rolled his eyes and kept walking. "Just remember that Hannah is fond of you Miss Von Cullen." "I don't know..." Beatrice said quietly. "I don't want to hurt anyone."
"Never dreams," Hannah sighed, letting her hands drop. "Only nightmares." "Probably not me, but she will be to see Miss Von Cullen here." John smirked.
"What is it?" Hannah asked, playing with Edward's hair. John took Angelyn by the wrist and went back into the forest with her and Will. "The sun will be coming up soon. We'll have to wait to find Hannah alone." "Thanks, Jinx." Beatrice stared the road as it passed beneath them. "You're really helpful."
Beatrice cracked a smile. "Really?" "Don't worry, I won't bite." Hannah winked. "John nodded at Will and then turned to face Angelyn. "Oh, I very much doubt that. After all, if Hannah doesn't take you, I will."
"She's a troublesome as she is beautiful." John murmured. Hannah smiled. "You are cute when you sleep. You snore in the most adorable way." She laughed. "I wanted to be more helpful," Beatrice started. "But I'm just causing more trouble...."
Ugh, my vote goes to Saix.
"Only select ones." John answered. "Hannah is a very special case." "I've got too much to think about." Hannah said. "Yes it is... I shouldn't have gone alone out there." Beatirce moaned.
"Waiting is good." Hannah sighed, leaning against Edward. "Hannah is one of mine." John said. "She got herself into a bit of trouble in Vatican City. I'm sure this girl will be able to relieve a bit of Hannah's stress." Beatrice rubbed her temples. "Sorry...."
"I just don't trust him, Edward." Hannah replied. "Oh, she's not for me." John laughed. "She and Hannah have a connection, you see. Hannah was right though, she does smell exquisite." "I don't know...." Beatrice murmured.
Beatrice shut her eyes and shook her head. "We can find out on our own." Hannah said. "Around." John answered. "I don't stay in one place for too long. But I happened to run into this young lady," He guestured to Angleyn. "And figured I could help her find her way."
Beatrice nodded, trying to focus on driving the carriage. "I don't know." Hannah said, still mumbling. "Maybe they're old friends." John shook Will's hand. "What are you doing here?"
"He's twisted." Hannah muttered acidly. It kind of smells like the bear.... Beatrice made sure to keep a fair distance between Van Helsing's carriage and her own, though she was slightly distracted by the scent of Carl. "I don't know." She answered Jinx. John looked over his shoulder. What in the devil's name is he doing here!? He looked back at Angelyn and brushed a hand across her cheek. "You'll have to excuse me for a moment."
Hannah cringed closer to Edward.Of course I know what it is. I just don't use mine. Beatrice sniffed the air. What is that smell?
Hannah put her hand to her head, the pain dulled by Lestat's smooth voice. "I guess I hate him a bit less now." Beatrice lightly clucked to the horses. Something smells good....
"Yeah... I'm okay." Hannah answered Edward. This makes things more complicated.
"Jinx, who was that?" Hannah asked.
