Van Helsing

Do it, Edward, Lestat grinned, purposefully ripping his voice painfully through the werewolf's mind. You feel it, don't you? There's too much emotion in your body, and it triggers your instincts when the full moon is weeks away... it's odd, how the venom in your blood reacts to more than moonlight: love, hate, anger, frustration, helplessness... He laughed.

 

Let me be, Edward winced, shutting his eyes. You're not the only one that has knowledge others here do not possess.

 

"Okay I will." Beatrice replied, once again letting Jinx lead.

I shouldn't have upset Edward... Hannah thought, walking into the woods.

John caught the thought. "You don't honestly care. You're just using him to hide behind."


"I am not!" Hannah yelled, scanning the trees for a sign of John.

"Then why do you stay distant from him?" John asked.

"I don't want to hurt him...." Hannah answered, continuing.

John grabbed Hannah's shoulder. "Oh, I don't think so."

 

Jinx nodded, "Okay, so eating now involves catching something to eat, sorry about that." she started, keeping her voice low, "So, concentrate on hearing and smell, try to be very quiet... you're doing that well already... and see if you can find anything that catches your tastes. I'll look too..." she was silent again for a few minutes, leading Beatice around the forest at a silent run. "Do you hear that?" she asked, hearing something move a little ways away from them.

 

Edward snarled, and, before Lestat could respond, he jumped out of the carriage, landed on all fours, and burst into a run, feeling his skin turn to fur, his eyes shift to red, and, almost, his worries fade away...

Now you b.astard can't track, smell, or hear my thoughts... Edward smiled triumphantly. Or at least John and Hannah can't... Lestat, I dont' know...

 

Very cute, Lestat muttered at John, letting himself drift nearby the two. Aren't you both so sweet together?

 

"I think you're jealous!" Hannah turned around, but kept her eyes away from John's.

John ignored Lestat. "Jealous of a mongrel like him?" He lifted Hannah's chin so she had to look at him, and kissed her.

Hannah felt her thoughts cloud over.

Beatrice looked towards the noise. "Yeah, I do."

 

"Do you want to go get it?" Jinx asked, simply, coming to a halt. "This would be the second part, after you've found something you've got to decide if you want it."

 

Edward heard low noises in the trees nearby, but could not hear who it was.

I don't care, either, he thought bitterly, though he knew he lying to himself. Despite his better instincts, he bounded toward the voices, caerful to track in the mud so he didn't make much noise.

 

Hate to tell you, Lestat began, but he's nearby... he won't do anything, though; he thinks I can't hear him!

 

John pulled away from Hannah, hearing Lestat. "I promised you a story. Though I doubt you'll remember anything now."

Hannah shook her head, trying to clear it.

"Very well. I'll save it for when you're coherent." John laughed. He ran his fingers along Hannah's neck. "You still want that girl. Angelyn, was it?"

Hannah shivered at John's touch. "No..." She lied.

"You know very well that you could go, take her, and be back before the sun rose." John said smoothly. "Why not do it?"

"Because... she...." Hannah lost her reason. "Edward wouldn't want-"

"But he doesn't have to know." John smiled to one side. "You don't really care. You want that girl more than you care if he cares about you. Remember her smell?"

Hannah's eyes melted to gold. "Yes." She replied, almost too quickly.

"Remember how much you wanted her?" John wrapped his arms around Hannah.

"Yes." Hannah repeated. It took a bullet to stop her last time. If she was careful, and now that Elijah was gone, she'd have Angelyn easily.

 

Edward sat in the shadows now, his heart racing after his run.

She won't do it, he thought to himself as heard bits of the words being spoken. But then he wasn't so sure of himself; Or will she? he wondered. Let her do what she wishes. I don't care.

 

"Do you hear that heartbeat, dove?" John turned and let go of Hannah, his eyes scanning the darkness.

Hannah backed away from John. "Yes." She held her head. I know that heartbeat... Edward?!

"So he did come." John mused aloud, hearing Hannah's thoughts.

Edward, go! The sound of a heartbeat, werewolf or not, after thinking about Angelyn drove Hannah close to a breaking point.

"Be quiet Hannah." John ordered. "And don't lose yourself. You know what happens to vampires who take a werewolf."

 

"I can kill him if you'd like," Lestat murmured, stepping out of the shadows. He pushed his hair back, taking a ribbon out of his waitcoast pocket and tying a neat ponytail. He straightened the lace against his sleeves and smiled. "Hello, Hannah," he grinned. "Don't look so stunned. You're going to make John jealous, dear."

 

Edward only moved back a few steps, not caring to listen.

Walk away from me, don't ask a simple questio for me, don't care what I think, and now she's expects me to listen to her? he thought incredulously. Oh, let Lestat come. I'll welcome it.

 

Hannah's now blue eyes looked over Lestat, almost completely overwhelmed. She was sure they could both hear her heart quicken and see the blood rise in her cheeks. "You're Lestat...?"

John rolled his eyes. "Leave the mutt alone. I can practically feel waves of anger coming off him."

 

"Oh, you didn't need to tell me that," Lestat crooned, his voice low, leaning his left shoulder casually against the nearest tree. "Your girl's lovely eyes are ordering me more strongly than you ever could."

 

Edward sighed, a low rumble that echoed in his chest, and turned to pad back to the carriages.

Let her stay with him, he thought angrily. She knows we'd all be better off.

 

Hannah found it hard to take her eyes away from Lestat until John turned her away. It's no wonder Beatrice couldn't stand up to him.

"If you're done drooling," John grit his teeth. "You might be interested to know that 'your sweet Edward' doesn't want you to come back."

"You're lying...." Hannah's voice was barely a whisper. Her vision blurred with tears as she looked back to Lestat, hoping he'd tell her it wasn't true.

 

Lestat frowned, thought his pointed teeth still showed. "Oh, don't make her cry," he muttered, going to put an arm around Hannah. "Ah, mon cherie," he sighed. "It's not so bad."