I'm not going to talk about Elijah.... Hannah couldn't bring herself to look at Edward. "I got...," She hesistated. "Hungry...." She finally said, though it was more of a defeated whisper than a strong explination. "That room seemed so small.... It held in the smell of blood rather well." She laughed weakly at her own instability.
Hannah forced her hands into fists. It could have been worse. She thought grugdingly. He could have gotten me full on. Now that I think about it... why didn't he? She mused it over, not speaking to Elijah or his father as she and Edward left.
Hannah bit her tongue against the pain her hand. "Edward, that hurts." She half moaned.
Hannah let her hands fall to her lap and kept her eyes down. She was shaken by the way Elijah's smooth voice could change so menacingly. I just want to leave.... When Elijah opened the door, Hannah looked up. She felt her whole self brighten when she saw Edward. How did he...?
"Four," Hannah answered quickly. She tried pulling away from Elijah's hold, but moving her hands in the least bit sent shocks of pain through her. "Please, just let me go." She was bothered by the look he was giving her. It seemed like he was deciding if he should keep her alive or not.
Hannah yelled, her palm burning. "Three days ago...." She moaned the answer. Why does he even care...?
Hannah tore her eyes away from Elijah. "I'm told I'm good at that." She put on false bravado. Edward... I have to get back to Edward.
Oh God... I've got to get out of here....Hannah's head spun. "I know you could be." She spoke steadily though her fear. "Either way, I'm not answering."
What is he getting at?! Hannah tensed even more, if it was possible, at the question. "I... I don't see how that's any of your business."
Hannah went rigid. "One of who?" She asked dumbly.
Hannah couldn't wipe the expression of fear off her face. She knew she had to get away from these people before she lost it again. "H- Hannah Rose." She managed to keep her voice fairly steady, but forgot to use her fake name. "I... appreaciate what you're trying to do. But I really have to go."
Hannah blinked her eyes open. It took her a moment to register her surroundings, but when she did, she sat up bolt-right.
Hannah looked back up at the stranger. "You're right. I don't feel well...." Her eyes melted back to their light blue and she collapsed against the man.
Hannah lowered her eyes immediately. The brief look she'd gotten at the stranger had sent shiveres through her. "I really shouldn't." She said, not knowing how much longer she'd be able to hold herself back.
Hannah froze at the voice; it was smooth and welcoming. Her eyes had gone bright gold, and she instantly smelled the stranger before looking at him. She bit her tongue, shaking her head.
Color rose in Hannah's pale cheeks. She wanted to reach out to Edward, but held herself back. "I- I'm going to find Van Helsing." She said, standing up and leaving quickly. She knew it wasn't the truth, but she didn't want to tell Edward what she was really doing. As she got outside, she found a solitary place and searched the air for the scent she'd caught earlier.
Hannah embraced Edward. "I want to do something for you. I want to help, Edward."
Hannah's eyes widened. "You...?" She couldn't finished, couldn't believe it. "Edward, you...?"
Hannah stiffened. "B-but why?"
