"Would just shut your damned self-centered mouth for one second and let this one answer me?" Edward snapped, jerking his head at Michael and hoping everyone didn't hear the growls in his stomach. Lestat, if this new b.astard is right I will kill you, Edward added. I do trust you, but only to a certain extent...
"And what are you hiding anyway?" Edward began, rubbing Hannah's shoulder and staring at Michael. "Your thoughts are plain to me and maybe Van Helsing, but sharing is someting you're going to have to do if you want us to trust you at all."
"Not now," Edward insisted, pulling Hannah close to him. "Unless..." he added, looking down at her. "Unless you want to talk about it?"
"Just let her be," Edward said, helping Hannah over to the closest bed and sitting with her. "She's physically fine; John's just bothering her for some reason."
"Might as well face them now," Edward sighed, setting her down on her feet but still supporting her weight. He opened the unlocked door where all the voices were coming from and cut off Van Helsing's sentence. "Hi," he muttered, leading Hannah carefully into the room.
"I know, love, I know," Edward murmured, climbing the last of the stairs now. "I'm just trying to figure out why now. Shall we see everyone else or go to the other room?"
Edward reached the inn now and reached under Hannah to pull the door open. He ignored the several people that were sitting at tables and walked up the stairs as fast as he could. "What's the matter with you?" he muttered, almost to himself.
Edward swore under his breath at Lestat's response and scooped Hannah up by the back of her knees, cradling her close to his chest, wrinkling his new silk shirt. "It's going to be fine," he whispered in her ear. "Don't worry."
John's bothering her, worse than usual, Edward snapped quickly at Lestat. Stop him! "Come on," Edward insisted, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the inn. "Let's get inside and maybe that will help. What is he so mad about?"
"What's wrong?" Edward asked immediately, reaching out a tentative hand. "What is it?"
"What happened?" Edward asked, pulling away from her just enough to look into her eyes. "Where did you go?"
"Hannah?" Edward began suddenly, seeing the hooded figure walking in his direction. He ran up to her once he saw her face, crushing her against his chest the moment he could reach her. "God," he sighed, slipping a hand under her hood to touch her cheek. "Are you alright?"
"What?" Edward snapped, standing quickly and staring at Van Helsing in disbelief. "You're joking," he growled in half a laugh. "You have to be; I mean, Hannah kills someone accidentally and it takes weeks for you to consider not shooting her, and this guys walks in and you just think murder on a first moon is understandable? I'll tell you something," Edward added, turning to Michael and glaring at him. "I've had werewolf venom in my veins for over twenty years now, as well as my dead family on my mind, and I haven't killed anyone." Not waiting for a response, Edward turned from the room and left, slamming the door as hard as he could behind him. Lestat, dammit, he began in his mind, his voice hot like fire. You better have brought her back or I will kill something now.
Because he's stupid, trying to win Van Helsing's trust, Edward thought to Beatrice. Figures; if I won't trust him, Van Helsing will... just to piss me off, I bet.
Michael, Edward snapped to Van Helsing in his mind, not really wanting to talk about it. He says he's... like Hannah, and wants to meet her... "I was about to get you myself, Bee," Edward added aloud to the girl, frowning.
Edward raised his eyes. "I'd think your girlfriend there could have told you," he began a little hotly, gesturing to Van Helsing's arm around Jinx. "Bee and her new friend are nextdoor speaking privately."
"Sounds like we have some visitors," Edward muttered to Carl, raising his head to nod toward the door.
"I don't trust him yet," Edward said to Carl as the others left. "Is that such a bad thing?"
"Well, then that's the end of that subject," Edward growled to himself, shutting his eyes.
"Why don't you tell me what you know and then I might be inclined to share," Edward suggested softly.
