Van Helsing (Cont.)

OOC: so now dracula's dirty too! :D yay!

BIC: "I'm glad you think so. Stupid deal." Jinx smiled even though she was trying to look annoyed.

 

"Oh, you don't mind, dear, and you know it," Van Helsing sighed. "You don't have to be embarrassed, you know; it doesn't help anyone."

Dracula cocked his head to the side for a moment, the expression on his face unreadable, maybe slightly curious as he brushed a small lock of hair off his cheek. "She bit one?" he repeated with a tiny smile now. "The stupid mutt didn't attack her?"

 

OOC: oh, you like it, angelyn! teehee!!! :D

"Because I don't know anything, alright?" Edward sighed, a little fustrated. "Because I don't know how to help you, or help myself; I have no knowledge whatsoever, only strength and will. That won't get me very far unless I know what I'm doing, understand? I need Lestat, and he's helping me, for whatever reason that may be. That's why it comes back to him so often."

 

Like what? Lestat inquired, still lost in his own memories.

 

"I know, it just makes me feel like I'm being slightly independent." Jinx shrugged, "You're right, I don't mind...." she sighed.

 

"Well, you better be careful the next time we stop, then," Van Helsing teased, elbowing her side.

 

"If you were smart you wouldn't warn me." Jinx laughed, "I know you don't think it's funny, but I am still faster than you."

 

OOC: i ish watching teevee XD

BIC: Hannah was silent for a moment. "Yeah. Okay. That's fine. Just do what you need to." She stumbled over her words and then fidgited with her cloak, too many emotions playing with her head at the same time.

Like whether or not Hannah will even survive the change. John answered.

"It was going for one of her group." Aleera explained. "She defended the girl. I assume Hannah had not fed for a while and her premature instincts could not tell that the man she attacked was a werewolf. She bit him twice."

 

"My mistake," Van Helsing smiled. "When you least expect it, then."

"I see," Dracula hissed. "That's going to be a problem. What do you suggest?"

 

"Oh, what's the matter?" Edward asked softly. "I'm sorry if I said anything wrong... I'm just as confused as you."

 

I think she'll live, Lestat shrugged. I can make sure of that.

 

"Good luck with that." Jinx replied earnestly. "I don't think you can catch me off gaurd though."

 

"I don't want to talk about it." Hannah said, her voice shaking. Her thoughts lay on her parents as she wrapped her cloak around herself.

How? John questioned. It's her body. If it's not strong enough... He shook his head. There's nothing any of us can do. As much as I wish there was...

"If she survives the change," Aleera started carefully. "She'll be the most dangerous of that group. She needs to be eliminated, My Lord."

 

"Im at a loss, then," Van Helsing sighed, though his smiled was still in place. "Looks like it's up to you, since my human instincts aren't as fast as yours."

 

"You shouldn't dwell on your parents, Hannah," Edward said seriously. "Try to think of something else. What can I do to distract you, to make it better? I want to help."

 

Once again, you seriously underestimate me and my strength... what's in my blood... Lestat faded off for a moment, and then began again: You know how it feels to not drink for a long time, how awful that can be?

 

"Aw, sucks for you. I might not ever do anything... or I might scare the hell out of you." Jinx shrugged.

 

"Don't talk about them." Hannah snapped, angry tears in her eyes. "It's my fault they're dead! Because I couldn't control myself. I was a monster then, Edward, and now this?! Who will I kill next? Beatrice? Jinx? Van Helsing? You...?" She lowered her head, her tears softly dropping on her lap. "I can't do this." She said each word slowly. "I can't let myself become more of a monster. Don't you understand, Edward?"

Yes. John replied simply, not wanting to get into details.

 

"Well, I can only wait so long," Van Helsing muttered under his breath. "And you as well."

Dracula frowned, looking away from Aleera. "I think not," he said softly. "That isn't an option... at the moment."

 

"Oh, hush," Edward sighed, reaching over and wrapping his arms around her even as she shrunk away. He leaned back onto the carriage bench, pulling her tightly against his chest, his free hand picking up the blanket off the floor and draping it over her. "Of course I understand," he said now, his voice softened as he spoke into her hair. "We'll figure it out, and I promise you now I won't do anything you don't agree with. Does that help at all?"