"Are you sure?" Edward asked. "I... I can't really go next door; Van Helsing will pull a gun on me at this point."
Edward laughed, stepping back toward the door. "Please," he sighed. "There's no way in the world you could do anything to me at this point. I know all your weaknesses and strengths, so... no empty threats are necessary." He gave Jinx and Carl small nods and then left, knocking on Hannah's door across the hall. "Busy?" he asked quietly.
Edward sighed. "If you expect one bit of respect from me at all," he hissed, stepping over to Van Helsing, "you will be a little more kind to me and control your heartfelt speaches. I know perfectly well what you're talking about, and just because you don't have someone that loves you with you doesn't me you have an excuse to scream and demand answers to everything!"
"Books," Edward snapped, losing his patience. "Why do you need to know?"
Edward frowned. "The library," he said simply. "Why?"
"Ask away," Edward replied, trying to smile politely. The man was getting on his nerves.
"Once I kill a vampire and a werewolf it will be great, thanks," Edward sighed, leaning against the door. "That hunter I met might be better than you."
Edward stood, smiling. "I'll be back," he said, going to the door. He let himself into Van Helsing's room a moment later.
"Do I have to leave for a second or something?" Edward asked kindly. "I'm sure Van Helsing would love to yell at me next door."
"Yes," Edward smiled. "Come in!" he added, turning to look at the door.
"God, no!" Edward sighed with a small smile. "I don't care! Just do something to get better."
"Damn it, Hannah!" Edward snapped. "Would you rather die? Is that what you want? No one will think less of you, even Van Helsing, so you can live!"
"Do it, Hannah," Edward insisted softly. "Please.... please, you need to! Just do it."
"Well, did you eat something?" Edward asked. "That would help, you know, even if you don't like it. Trust me."
"You don't even care?" Edward asked, a little surprised. "It doesn't even matter to you, what I'm willing to do?"
Edward frowned, and thought of speaking to Lestat later. "I know how to kill John," he said quietly.
"What do you mean?" Edward answered her thought. "I don't understand."
Edward smiled. "I'm fine," he said. "I spoke with Lestat... and then the hunter."
Edward went to sit next to her, putting a tentative hand on her back. "I didn't kill him, you know," he said softly, trying not to smile. "I controlled myself."
"It's me," Edward sighed, opening the door and shutting it behind him. "How are you?"
