"No, love," Edward laughed. "Everything but you... I can forget last night if you do the same. That's all I ask."
Edward nodded. "I want to go soon," he began suddenly. "Leave here... I don't feel safe."
"She'll always be sixteen now," Edward pointed out. "But I think Carl can wait a year or two... Van Helsing can't, that's for sure..."
"Maybe so," Edward said. "In her case... but Carl? I don't think it's scent that he's so... intrigued by." OOC: *gasp* you love my mayspace! its awesome!!
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"Poor Carl," Edward muttered. "He's better off, though, don't you think?" OOC: i heart my new avvy! *looks and dies* www.myspace.com/jrrtolkienfreak
"That's true," Edward sighed. "But what does Carl think of that, I wonder?"
"And mine," Edward added, slowly nodding his head. "But his help really won't matter soon; once John is gone, all this lycan trouble will be behind you! I don't see any use for him at all right now."
Edward laughed softly, still trying his best to stay out of her mind and memories. "I know," he began. "But Michael, he... he looks at you like he has the right or something to speak with you, to have you tell him all your secrets, and... frankly, I hate him right now for even thinking he can do something like that, especially with me here!"
"She's scares easily," Edward said with a small smile. "I don't like the way he looks at her, or you, for that matter, just because of what's happened to you. Lestat..." He faded saying the name aloud for a second, but then recovered: "He said that, when John is dead and... what we have to do is done, the werewolf venom may be out of your system completely just from the process. You can still get better."
"Van Helsing is just trusting that guy to make me mad," Edward growled. "I know he's... like you, in a way, but I don't trust him. I don't know him. He just shows up in the woods after I kill Jake and scares the hell out of Bee, and claims to want to help us? We don't even know him, and Van Helsing is saying yes because I say no."
"It will pass," Edward whispered. "With some rest and the moon going away... it will get better."
Edward returned the hug, kissing the top of her head. "It's fine," he replied. "And I do want to know, Hannah, no matter what you think."
"I know," Edward replied after a moment. "What do you want, then?"
"I never will be," Edward whispered, taking a step back. "That's been my point since I met you. Should..." he began, and finished, "should I leave you alone or something? I'm sure everyone will be ready to leave when the sun goes down again."
"Yes," Edward replied, putting up his hands. "You can..." He faded off, standing and stepping slowly over to her, his hands still up by his ears. He lowered one when he stood in front of her, drifting his fingertips on the bitemark on her neck. He stopped himself from frowning and looked up at her, his eyes stopping on her lips for a small moment. "I won't pry," he began softly, "because I trust you... and I will need your help soon."
"Don't make me do this," Edward said suddenly, grabbing either side of her face and staring into her eyes. "Don't make me look into your mind, Hannah; I want to hear you speak it instead of just taking what I want without explanation from you."
"I won't be angry," Edward insisted. "I trusted him to protect you, and he's seemed to have a done a good job, but... you should be able to talk to me, if no one else."
"Not really," Edward sighed. "I mean, I could look into your mind right now and see it all as I'm sure John has, but Lestat only said one thing, and I'm guessing that wasn't the end of it."
Edward looked down at Hannah, thinking of what to say. "Tell me what happened," he began softly.
