Van Helsing

Lestat walked toward the stables now, the trees fading away once more. He easily climbed a nearby one and sat there, smiling, waiting. Not smart, John, he muttered. But do as you wish...

 

Hannah moaned, but stood up despite her dizziness. She wanted to say with Edward so she wouldn't have to move anywhere. She placed a hand on the wall to support herself and just stayed there for a moment. I made a promise, I can't leave.

You'll be back before he can notice. John told Hannah, ignoring Lestat. And you can talk to him about everything we did.

Hannah looked back into the main room at Edward. I won't leave, John. You can tell me what you want to right here. She slumped back down onto the floor.

 

Edward grimaced, listening to Hannah's thoughts. I trust her, he told himself. Even if she's testing my patience, I trust her...

 

Lestat smiled, listening to Edward. The boy trusts me more than I thought...

 

Get up. John ordered.

Hannah stood as slowly as she could. Stop....

I told you I just wanted to talk. John reminded Hannah. Now come to the stables.

Hannah headed for the room's door. Please, John, not now.

Quickly, Hannah. John ordered impatiently.

 

Edward kept his eyes shut, though he wanted more than anything to crack one of them half an inch and see what she was doing. He listened, hoping someone else would stop her.

 

Beatrice was about to knock on the door when it opened. "Oh! Um, Hannah, are you feeling better?"

"I need to get something out of the carriage." Hannah lied. "Will you come with me?"

Beatrice smiled and nodded. "The fresh air might do you good." She took Hannah's hand, still surprised by the warmth.

Hannah was glad for Beatrice's cool touch. "Let's go quickly."

 

OOC: yay for leaving jinx in the middle of the hall! wohooo!! :woohoo:

:gunwtf:

 

OOC: i feel so loved!

BIC: Carl woke up and pulled the covers tighter over his head. Ah, I don't want to wake up...

 

"Are you sure you're okay to walk around?" Beatrice asked.

"Beatrice," Hannah started. "I really need you to do this for me, okay?"

Beatrice was taken back by Hannah's tone. "Is everything okay?"

Now, Hannah. John said quietly.

Hannah shook her head. "I change my mind. Stay here and make sure Edward doesn't do anything stupid."

Beatrice squeezed Hannah's hand. "Tell me what's wrong."

Hannah took Beatrice away from Jinx. "I'm going to talk to John." Seeing Beatrice's expression, she added, "We're JUST talking. He said he knows something that can make me feel better. I don't really believe that, but it's worth a chance." She pulled her hand away from Beatrice's. "Oh, and don't go in the bathroom. I'll clean it better when I get back." She hurried down the stairs before Jinx could get a chance to bother her as well.

 

"The feeling is mutual," Van Helsing yawned, waking at the sound of Carl's thought. "But it's day now, isn't it? None of our friends could have gotten far."

 

Carl made himself sit up. "yes, where would they go anyway?" he asked.

Jinx watched Hannah go and frowned, "And something bad will happen to her... again." she predicted.

 

Hannah hurried her way to the stables, holding her cloak tight to herself. She slowed as she came closer to the stable entrance. She didn't want to push herself too far.

John grabbed Hannah by the waist as she came into the stables, holding her close and surprising her with a kiss.

Hannah was stunned for a moment but then pulled away from John. "You said you just wanted to talk." She accused.

John held Hannah tighter and tilted her head so she was looking up at him. "How could anyone just talk to you?" He kissed her roughly again, hold her still as she tried to struggle.

After a moment, Hannah stopped fighting against John. Even if she hated John for what he'd done to her, and probably what he was planning to do, part of her was starting to enjoy spending time with him.

John gently broke the kiss, smirking at the light pink coloration that was coming to Hannah's too pale cheeks. "Now I need you to do something for me."

Hannah nodded, not fully away of what was going on anymore.

"I need you to tell Edward exactly what I tell you to tell him, okay?" John gently ran his fingers down Hannah's neck. "You're going to make him believe that you never want to see him again. That you've weighed your options carefully and you've decided that you'd rather be dead than cooperate with a werewolf. So you're coming to me. Where you belong. Don't listen to his arguments. But if he should say something touching, have fun ripping him apart. Not physically of course, this would all be pointless if you go yourself killed." John ran his fingers back up Hannah's neck to rest them on her cheek. "Understood?"

Hannah bit down hard on her tongue, the pain distracting her from John's seductive voice for a second. She shook her head defiantly.

"I didn't want to have to threaten you this way, " John sighed. "Hannah either do as I say, or have Edward's death on your conscious."

Hannah stiffened. She would do anything to keep Edward alive, even what John was asking of her now. As she nodded, she hoped Edward would be able to move on once she was gone. She didn't bother to try to think of some witty plan that might get her out of this. If there was a chance that Edward would be hurt, she'd go quietly.

"That's my good girl," John crooned. "Now go back before anyone worries." He let go of Hannah, turned her around, and lightly pushed her forward.

Hannah hung her head as she walked back to the tavern. She didn't dare go faster that a slow walk in case she got sick again. I have to do this. She tried to convince herself it was best all around. Beatrice has Jinx. Van Helsing will have one less vampire to worry about. Edward- She forced herself not to think of him right now. They'll be able to got to Dracula without having to worry about John or my petty problems. Maybe Lestat will leave them alone too. Hannah wiped away her sudden tears.

That's good, Hannah, John sent to her as painlessly as he could. Cry. Your tears will make you more convincing.

Hannah choked back a sob at John's words. She knew she had to get through with whatever John told her to do or Edward would be hurt... killed.

 

Edward sat up when Beatrice entered. "Where did she go?" he asked immediately. "I could read her mind right now, but I'm giving her my trust and privacy. Tell me or I will look myself."

 

"With Jinx and her glamour abilities? Anywhere," Van Helsing replied. "Not that I'm worried," he added with a small smile.

 

Beatrice cringed. "She said she was going to see John. That he knew of something to make her feel better."

 

"Hm, true. But as you said, nothing to worry about." Carl agreed. "I guess the better question would be why. So, now what?"

 

"John?" Edward snapped, standing and growling low in his throat. "You let her go? I..." He stopped, sighed, and ran a hand over his face and through his hair. "I will be back... don't to stop me."

 

"Wait until they come to us, I guess," Van Helsing replied, guessing. "I'd rather they do what they must and then find us. I've got to tell Edward what I've done, and then we can move on, right?"

 

"Sure, if he doesn't murder you and if no one tries to sabatoge us again." Carl nodded.