Van Helsing (Cont.)

"Yeah, and I'm sure yours too. You can't tell me you'd like it if they just disapeared." Carl said smugly.

Jinx sat down at a table with Beatrice, diliberatly kicking the other chairs away to deter other people from joining them. "Yes. Somewhere." she answered, quietly

 

"I'd love for that stupid, amateur hunter come in here," Lestat smiled, raising his voice slightly. "But you think I'm not smart, my friend," he added, seeing Edward's face. "You must understand that nothing he can do will kill me. Do you want to know a secret?" He leaned toward Hannah, catching her eye.

 

"I know," Van Helsing muttered, shutting his eyes. "That's what bothers me."

 

"I know." Carl sighed, understandingly. "But don't worry about it too much. You're moods darker when you over think things."

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Hannah's cheeks heated and she nodded slowly.

"I don't like seeing her so alone." Beatrice murmured. "You can tell, if you watch her closely... how she clings to Edward. She doesn't want to be alone... I think she thinks Edward understands the most. But I don't think anyone knows how to deal with... this."

 

"Don't worry about it?" Van Helsing repeated. "Yeah... sure..."

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Edward shut his mouth, swallowing several retorts.

 

Lestat leaned close to Hannah's ear and whispered: "The sun doesn't harm me... I've touched it and lived."

Oh, there are some who know how to deal, little one, he murmured at Beatrice.

 

Hannah gasped quietly, from Lestat's closeness and his words. "That's not possible..."

Beatrice jumped slightly at Lestat's voice. You can, can't you? Is there anything you can't do? She smiled, hoping Jinx wouldn't ask where the smile came from.

 

"Not for me, dear," Lestat sighed. "Trust me... I did not get so close on a whim..."

No, my daughter, he replied to Beatrice. I can do anything... and anyone. He laughed aloud to himself.

 

"Then how...?" Hannah bit her lip in thought, unintentionally causing it to bleed.

Beatrice knew her cheeks would have flushed bright red if they could have. Does... does that mean you can help Hannah? She asked, a bit flustered.

 

Lestat swallowed, breathing through his mouth. "I..." he began, clearing his throat just slightly. "I wanted to die... I decided I would fly as high as I could, away from everyone I knew, even my friends, my children. And, as I ran out of oxygen and the sun rose, I was burnt almost to a cinder, but not even close to death. I was just in pain for a couple days, and then... well, here I am, same as always."

Of course, Lestat added to Beatrice. It won't be hard... she'll be safe.

 

"But... why?" Hannah pressed her fingers against the cut.

That's great! Beatrice couldn't stop her grin. Wait... do the others know about this?

 

"Why want to die?" Lestat asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'll let you answer that question after you've lived as long as I. The dreams... the ghosts," he elaborated kindly. "The pain that I felt; losing everyone around me that I ever cared about. They went their own ways, either dead or just... away. But I am here now. Good for you, isn't it?" he added with a small smile.

What do you think? Lestat sneered at Beatrice.

 

"Y-yeah." Hannah stuttered, taking her hand away from the already-healed cut.

Beatrice cringed. Oh... Well I suppose that's best. Van Helsing would be... mad I guess. He has odd reactions to things.

 

"Do not worry, Edward," Lestat said after a moment. "You'll burst out of your skin if you worry that much... literally."

I honestly don't care, dear, he muttered at Beatrice.

 

"I'm fine," Edward growled shortly.

 

Hannah took the book off her lap and placed it on the bed. She took Edward's hands in her own. "This was your idea. What's worrying you?"

Beatrice rested her head on top of her hands on the table, deciding she should just stay quiet now.

 

Edward sighed, squeezing her fingers. "I just really want to kill that hunter."

 

"Have fun," Lestat chuckled.