Edward nodded at Hannah, not wanting to speak aloud. OOC: teehee for jacob song!!!!! *dies*
Edward flinched back at the strength of Lestat's repsonse, gripping Hannah's hand tighter. He bit his lip and looked away from Van Helsing and focused on the hole in the floor instead. OOC: guess who just bought the twilight soundtrack on itunes??? HAHAHA.
Edward frowned, wondering if Carl and Michael had helped Beatrice yet. Lestat, he began again, desperately. Make sure she's okay.
OOC: teehee for vannypoo!! "I want to know what happened," Edward explained. "Someone might be hurt and-" But he stopped short when they reached Van Helsing, the hammer of his gun still smoking slightly. Edward's eyes fell to the hole in the nicely carpeted floor before he glared up at the hunter, gripping Hannah's hand as tightly as he could. "What the hell are you doing?" he growled through the silence.
Edward was about to reply to Hannah when Van Helsing's gunshot echoed down the hall to them. "What the hell was that?" he snapped, turning his head in the direction of the noise. "It came from the north end of the caste." He grabbed Hannah's hand and led her toward the source, resisting the urge to pull out Van Helsing's gun as well.
"It won't be long now," Edward said, glancing out the nearest window at the late afternoon sun. "I..." He paused, turning his head to listen down the hallways. "I think Anna's back." He gave her a worried look. "This is not going to be pretty."
"Me, too," Edward said quietly. "I... I'd hate to admit it, but I am, too." OOC: i gots to go play lasertag with the kohls ppls... i shall see you ladies later! :D
"Hey," Edward said quietly, tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes. He kissed her twice and then gave her a smile. "Trust me."
"I can ask him," Edward began. "But I doubt he would want to answer. All I know is that when the sun goes down they will be here and I will take care of John."
"I actually don't know," Edward replied. "Lestat didn't say much else."
"Nothing bad will happen," Edward insisted. "I'll make sure nothing bad happens until tonight when Lestat brings John."
"You can handle it," Edward said, kissing the top of her head. "Don't worry. Just... try to keep your energy focused. That's something we'll both need, especially me. If you aren't as strong as you can be tonight I might not make it."
"That's why I'm sorry," Edward sighed, leaning forward so his forehead rested on the back of her head. "I want Bee to get better, and I honestly think she'll be fine. But I don't like Micheal around you or her, the way he acts or behaves. Just... don't be angry at me or him. We're acting stupidly."
"I know," Edward said, stepping over to her slowly. "I just wanted to make sure you don't hate me for no reason." He reached up and tentatively put his hands on her shoulders, resting his thumbs in between her shoulderblades.
"Hannah," Edward began, letting his voice and footsteps echo down to the hallway to the main room. "I'm sorry," he began, keeping his distance from her. "I really am."
Edward sighed, running his hand through his hair. "She obviously doesn't want or need you," he said calmly after a moment. "Look, whether you're interested or not, things still happen. You need to just let it go, leave them be... go away." He turned and put his hand on the doorknob, and glanced back at Beatrice for one moment before leaving.
"What I want is for you to back off, understand?" Edward snapped, ignoring Hannah. "Is that really so hard for you? You walk in here, get Hannah's and Beatrice's attention and expect me to just let it go, accept your help when I can handle it myself? You don't even need to be here! We don't need you!"
"I'm going to put myself as close to death as possible... for her," Edward replied coldly, nodding his head toward Hannah. "I'm doing something completely against my nature to save her life and the end the life of an awful person. So..." He sighed for a moment, and then smiled lightly at Michael. "So I'd appreciate it if you keep your hands off her and let me take care of her because, considering what I'm about to do... I think that's the least I deserve to get to do."
"Michael," Edward began now, turning his gaze to the man. "I need to make something clear here: do you realize what I'm going to do tonight?"
"He deserves more than this," Edward murmured in reply, lifting up his bloody hands in front of him. "I don't know how he could... I... I'm still angry, yes, but... shocked more than mad. I'm going to... I don't know what to do."
