Van Helsing

"If the maker dies everything made by them does as well." John explained dully.

"Beatrice and Carl." Hannah reminded Edward.

 

"Ah, that's right, I forgot," Lestat chuckled. "You're Will's... pet..." he faded off, laughing to himself.

 

"Well, besides them," Edward said, stepping over to Lexie to help saddle her and attach her to the carriage again. "But you're used to them... and Beatrice is getting better," he added, nodding in her direction.

 

Beatrice bit her lip to hold back her retort and focused on Sorin's tack.

"Luck." Hannah murmured.

"If I was his pet, I'd be groveling at his feet." John growled.

 

"Which I'm sure he could make you do, easily, if he wished," Lestat grinned. "But I do think he enjoys toying with you. That earns him an once of respect on my part."

 

"What?" Edward asked, turning from Lexie. "Luck that you are fine with their scents or luck that Beatrice isn't like a normal newborn and won't rip them apart right now?"

 

"All he does it toy," John said through his teeth. "He can't do anything else."

"The latter." Hannah said.

Beatrice turned away from Hannah, hurt by her words. She tightened Sorin's girth.

Sorin wickered. That's tight.

"Sorry," Beatrice said quietly and loosened the girth.

 

"Maybe," Lestat mused. "I'm sure you don't know all his capabilities... he may... surprise you one day."

 

"I see," Edward said, leaning against Lexie now. "Well, those two better be back soon or I will really worry about what they're doing."

 

"Van Helsing kissed her." Hannah glanced at Edward, a smirk playing on her lips.

"I've been surprised enough." John glared at Lestat. "There can't be anything else he's hiding."

 

"Whatever you say, my friend," Lestat sighed. "I'd hate to sound so arrogant and confident... well, maybe I do, but I have more strength and knowledge than both of you put together. Though that doesn't make you less interesting," he added with another laugh.

 

"He what?" Edward gasped, his jaw dropping. He shook his head. "God, he is stupid, isn't he?"

 

"Very." Hannah agreed, her smirk fading. "Jinx very well could have killed him."

"Interesting." John scoffed. "If I'm 'interesting' than you'll find Dracula to be the greastest epiphany you've ever had."

 

"Perhaps," Lestat shrugged. "I'm not really planning to speak with the man... vampire, I should say. I'm sure he's impressive, but... I'm not interested; there are other occurrences of more importance that will take place soon."

 

"Well," Edward replied softly, going over to Hannah and putting an arm around her waist, "if he's anything like me, he thought it was well worth it."

 

Hannah ducked her head, hiding her blush. "Yes, well, with the way Van Helsing thinks, it's hard to tell."

"Not interested?" John repeated. "Dracula is the strongest and longest living of us all. I'm sure you could learn a thing or two by talking with him."

 

Lestat growled under his breath, and took a step toward John, his face now and inch from the other man's. He lowered his head, looking up at John from under his eyebrows. His eyes were a piercing, deadly shade of bronze.

"Have you ever wondered..." he began slowly, his voice deep and filled with the nostalgia of his memories. "Have you ever even considered or dreamt about where we came from? No, no," he snapped when Jogn opened his mouth. "Not our makers; not even their makers. The first, John. The... very... first... vampires."

Lestat stepped away now, pacing slowly, his cloak billowing behind him as he straightened his laced collar. "I have met them," he said suddenly, snapping his gaze back to John. "I have... spoken with them when they have not moved or uttered anything to even their keepers for the last three centuries. And you know what else I've done?" His voice rose now, almost to a scream. He strode back over to John, their faces close once more. "Just... guess," he hissed. "Guess, John."

 

"Well, you know what I think," Edward smiled, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek. His fingers lingered on her skin, and he laughed when she trembled. "I guess that's a yes," he muttered, ignoring Beatrice's stare.

 

Hannah met Edward's eyes. "It's deffinately a yes."

Beatrice quickly climbed to her seat on the carriage and looked away from Edward and Hannah, feeling too many emotions at once.

John cringed away from Lestat. "I'd rather not."

 

"Yes, that's what I thought," Lestat sighed. "Not even strong enough for that. You disappoint me. But, since I'm a fan of yours, I'll tell you what I did."

Lestat stepped away, giving John the space he knew he wanted. "The mother," he began quietly, almost in a whisper, his voice thick with emotion, "the mother of all vampires... gave me... a gift. A gift greater than anything an immortal can ask for. Her blood. John," he said a little louder, stepping toward him again. "She let me drink from her neck. The mother of all vampires! Do you have... any idea of the knowledge and power I possess because of that? Along with the stories I've learned from normal vampires, ranging from newborns to those over four thousands years old... I don't think there is a thing some... Dracula can teach me."