Van Helsing (Cont.)

Hannah gripped Dracula's arm. According to Michael, lycans didn't really need to breathe. But it was very uncomfortable not to. I'm okay, Edward. Just stay there.

Beatrice ran into the room. While she knew Hannah could probably take care of herself, she saw that this was a good chance for her to come in. She herself didn't even realize how fast she got to Dracula. She saw Hannah's look of dismay, gave her a proud smile, and grabbed onto Dracula's arm. With what felt like just a slight tug to her, Beatrice tore Dracula's arm from its socket. Lestat! Please, help Jinx!!

 

Van Helsing groaned and looked on the floor, his cheek grinding on stone tiles. He saw Jinx on the floor near him and reached out his hand.

"Jinx..." he began. "What's... wrong?"

Edward whined, trying to stand, but found several ribs broken. Damn, he growled. I can't take this... I need to move...

Dracula screamed and dropped Hannah to the ground, howling in pain.

"Damn you!" he shrieked. "Damn all of you!"

D looked over at the girl who had cried out, confused. Another vampire? What is wrong with her? If that was her master, then she should be healed... no?

What's the matter, little Bee? Lestat asked, startled slightly by her tone of voice. He drifted toward the third floor corridor. You don't sound very happy...

 

Jinx's vision blurred out and she had to put a hand on the ground to keep from falling all the way down. "help..." she muttered, hearing Van Helsing like he was far away. It felt like her body was decaying from the inside.

 

Will's been killed! Please, Lestat; she's dying! Beatrice tossed aside the arm that was on Hannah.

"Thanks for that," Hannah mumbled. She ran to Edward's side. "I'm sorry... I didn't think Will would be here."

 

Van Helsing groaned as he dragged himself next to Jinx. "What did.. he do to you?"

Edward let out a weak yell as his body slowly faded back to normal from lack of energy. "Hannah," he sighed. "I'm sorry too..."

Dracula shrieked and grabbed his arm off the floor and launched into the air, through the ceiling and out into the night.

D moved back into the shadows, not sure what was happened to the little vampire on the floor. The man next to her was obviously a hunter like him, but judging from the (lame XD) wound on his head, he was in no shape to fight.

"Oh, I see..." Lestat said, both aloud and in his mind to Beatrice. He walked slowly into the room, surveying the floor and the people around it.

"My God, you people!" he exclaimed, happy to hear his voice echo around the ceiling. "I kill that b.astard John for you and this is what happens next? My Lord, this is ridiculous..."

He stepped over to Van Helsing and Jinx, and kicked the hunter aside with the toe of his shined, black boot. "Excuse me, sir," he murmured in his sweet tone. He gently grabbed Jinx by the shoulders and pulled her up against his chest.

"Oh, my dear," he whispered, brushing her hair off her face as her head fell limply back. "You poor little thing... made such a weak vampire. What would you do without me?"

He gave Van Helsing a smirk and a wink before lowering his head and biting into the soft skin below Jinx's collar bone, pulling hot mouthfuls of her blood into his system.

"Here, love," he sighed a moment later, pulling away from her and offering his wrist that he'd cut open for her. "My blood is, as little Bee knows, like liquid diamonds to your type. Drink and be grateful, sweetheart."

 

Jinx didn't know what was happening until she felt blood being sucked out of her. Her eyes shot open and before she knew it there was blood infront of her mouth. She immediatly drank from the wound, taking in the first blood she'd had for weeks.

 

Hannah watched Dracula leave, partly wanting to chase after him. She looked to her side and saw Lestat and Jinx. She frowned, but fully understood the reasoning. Jinx would have died if it wasn't for him. "We were so close," She grumbled.

 

Van Helsing shook his head and yanked himself up to his knees, sitting back on his feet. "Can you please put her down now?" he snarled, his hand reached toward his hand gun.

"We'll get him," Edward sighed, reaching toward Hannah's hand and grabbing it. "I promise."

D sighed. I guess they both needed to die, he thought. One down, one more to go... He turned toward the staircase to head downstairs.

"Love you, Bee," Lestat started when Jinx was done drinking. He let her go when he was sure she could stand on her own. "That's another favor for my favorite child." He blew a kiss in Beatrice's direction and vanished.

 

Hannah helped Edward to sit up straight. She looked to everyone else. "Is everyone okay?"

"I-I'm fine," Beatrice answered Hannah. A small smile had come to her lips from Lestat's blown kiss. What kind of love was he talking about? He called her his child, hadn't he? Beatrice uncomfortably folded her arms over her stomach.

 

"Jinx," Van Helsing started, standing up slowly. He put his hands on both her shoulders, looking at her. "Are you alright?"

Edward sighed. "Yeah we are all fine for now," he said, keeping his hand around Hannah's waist. "What the hell are you doing here?" he added at Beatrice.

"Where do you think you're going? There's obviously been a misunderstanding; you were supposed to beat the **** out of one vampire lord and there were two of the *******s, you idiot! Go ask those people what's wrong, D! Come on-"

D sheathed his sword and punched his right fist into his left palm. "I said enough; you're loud."

 

"I just came to help you," Beatrice said defensively. "But if you don't want to stay, then fine." She turned on her heal to leave.

"Beatrice, wait," Hannah called to stop her. "You owe us an explanation."

 

"Why would you help us?" Van Helsing asked. "And how on earth did you have the speed and strength to rip his arm off?"

"Yes," Edward said, gasping and doubling in pain as several of his ribs healed back into place. "Tell... us..."

D stopped and stood in the shadows of the staircase, silent and listening.

 

Beatrice looked down at her hands; there was no evidence that she'd grabbed a sword by the blade or ripped off someone's arm. "I guess... I just do." She looked up at everyone, a smile on her lips. "I'm a vampire, after all."


Lestat. Hannah thought wryly, shaking her head. I guess Beatrice finally got the talking to that she needed.

 

Van Helsing shook his head. "I don't know about everyone else here," he began. "But I don't trust you, Beatrice."

Edward sighed. "Can we just get the hell out of here?" he growled. "We obviously need a better plan... and where are Carl and Michael?"

 

Beatrice's smile faded. She had figured they wouldn't trust her, but it still hurt to hear it.

"They probably got lost," Hannah rolled her eyes.

 

"Edward's right," Van Helsing said, supporting Jinx's weight and starting forward. "Let's go and get a better plan going."

"You'll have to help me," Edward said to Hannah. "For some reason I still don't feel like all my bones are back in the right places..."

 

Jinx held onto Van Helsing's shoulder for balance as she got readjusted. She was only just realizing exactly why she felt fine again and licked her lips for the last drops of blood. "Bee, I can't say I trust you either, but right now I have to thank you."

 

Hannah put her arm under Edward's and around his back. "They'll heal in a minute. That was quite the kick you took."

"You're welcome," Beatrice replied to Jinx. She headed to the door way, pushed D aside and continued on down the stairs.

 

D yanked out his sword once more swung the tip at Beatrice's throat.

"There is no vampire in the world that can shove me and live," he murmured angrily.

"Who the hell is that?" Van Helsing began, confused.

"Didn't he... kill Will?" Edward asked.

 

Jinx looked from the blade tip at Bee's throat to D. "Will you please put that down?" she asked mildly. She wasn't about to be rude to the man who'd just killed her creator even if it had nearly killed her too.