Beatrice got off the bed and went over to Edward. "Do you need anything? Please... let me help."
Beatrice frowned, lowering her hand. "Sorry, Michael."
Beatrice proudly held out her hand for Edward to see the bullets. "I'm fine. You should worry about yourself." She told him softly.
Beatrice frowned. "I'm not sure.... Maybe I should wait to ask Hannah."
"Then I'm happy about it," Beatrice grinned.
"You don't think it's weird...?" Beatrice asked.
Beatrice shrugged. "I don't really know...."
Beatrice smiled at Carl and held up the bullets. "Much better."
Beatrice lightly touched the bullets with the tip of her index finger. "This is going to take some getting used to."
Beatrice was suprised at herself when she laughed. "I should be dead." She said softly.
Beatrice sat up carefully. Her stomach rolled when she picked up the bullets. Seeing them in her hands brought a triumphent smile to her face. "That... was.... Woah." She breathed. She ran one hand over her chest and stomach. There's... nothing there?
Let's see it! I bet it's great! =)
"Nothing," Beatrice answered, her voice squeaking unintentionally.
Beatrice smiled back. "Thanks."
"Yes," Beatrice replied. "Just for a moment."
"Oh," Beatrice looked at the ground. "Um... Where's Sorin? I want to... spend some time with him..."
Beatrice smiled at Michael. "I'm alright," Her smiled faded. "You knew?"
Beatrice nodded against Lestat's chest. "Y-yeah... That was... enough..."
Beatrice held on to Lestat, trembling. "I'm sorry," She said quietly. "I couldn't help it."
OOC: mmm baby! BIC: "These are our stables," The man said, momentarily letting go of Beatrice's waist to motion at the stables. "I've found that the ladies love to come visit the horses. It seems you're no acception." He added, seeing Beatrice's smile. Beatrice stopped walking and looked up at the man. She rested her hand on his cheek, feeling his slight shudder. Before she knew it, he had her against his chest, his lips pressing against her's. She let him have his way for a moment before biting his lower lip. His laugh sent a shiver down her spine. She felt him leading her backwards and then her back against a wall, his hands on her shoulders. Beatrice stood on her toes, not liking be held down. She glided her fingers along his cheek and to his neck. She locked eyes with him for a moment. Feeling nothing but want, she found her fangs in his neck the next second. The way the man's grip tightened around Beatrice just pushed her further. The sensation that swept through Beatrice was nothing she could put words to. When his body when limp against her, pushing her closer against the wall, she finally relented. Aware of the body against her, she pushed it to the ground. "Vampire!" Beatrice froze at the scream. Through the errotic feeling passing through her, her commom sense told her not to look towards the cry. A light from a lantern from a second story room cast a beam on Beatrice and the man's body.
