"True," Edward nodded, leaning against the nearest tree and sighing. "Where are they?"
Edward sighed, watching Van Helsing leave. "Sorry," he apologized to Hannah. "I didn't mean to get upset, it's just... he's so stubborn! I trust him, but sometimes he just pisses me off, and I can't help but want to hurt him, especially this close to a full moon. What do you think...?" and he faded off, imagining the idea himself. He shook his head. "What do you think Will said to get him so angry?"
"Hey," Edward snapped, almost growling under his breath. "If you're to insult me, I have no problem making you shut up."
"No," Edward sighed, glaring at Van Helsing and turning Hannah to face him quickly. "You know that isn't true; he..." He faded off for a moment, glancing at Van Helsing. "He doesn't have any idea what he's talking about. I care about all of us. But I can't lie to you; if I had a choice between saving one of them and you... I'd have to choose you because I love you. But in the mean time, I want us all to be safe because I think we all need to be togther as a team, a real group to kill Dracula. Which is why things like John cannot be in the way..."
Edward's grip tightened around Hannah's shoulders. He swallowed before answering: "That's beside the point. We're here to help you, not split things apart, Van Helsing. Don't you realize that?"
Edward winced at Hannah's thoughts, but ignored them and Van Helsing's rage. "I'm sorry," he replied calmly. "I only do what I think is best, you know."
Edward frowned, following Hannah and putting his arm around her for support. "Van Helsing?" he called tentatively, seeing the man on the edge of the forest. "Is everything alright?"
"Maybe," Edward thought aloud. "We don't want our leader damaged, would we?"
Edward nodded reluctantly. "Sorry..." he began, turning his head to the side slightly. "But do you hear voices?"
"We don't have time for that," Edward spoke quickly. "I think it'll help. Will you at least try?"
"Blood circulates through your body just a human," Edward replied. "If his blood, which is bad for you, gets circulated through your system faster than normal, you will get better faster... hopefully before the full moon. You just need the good blood put into your body to help the process. If you don't feel well enough to hunt, I can help. Whatever I can do, I'll do it. I can even ask Lestat..." he faded off, unsure what else he could say.
"We'll get rid of the hunter before the full moon," Edward assured her softly. "That will help. The moon will not bother you if you feed more and get that werewolf venom out of your system. It could be as simple as that, trust me!" he added when she saw the doubtful look on her face. "Just... go out with Beatrice and Jinx when you can... have more than you usually do to help. Don't you think that's a good idea?"
"Lestat," Edward explained shortly. "I cannot speak about it... says something about how it's won't work if I tell you. But we'll be fine; I think I can manage what I need to do, and I think, if you say you'll follow, all will be well."
"Well, I'll work on those next," Edward smiled. "I wish I could tell you what I... well, what we have to do when the time comes."
"I'll get rid of John, then, my love," Edward murmured against her lips. "Once he's gone, all this will go away... everything that's wrong with you and me. Then it will be better, I promise. Do you trust me?"
Edward tried to smile, kissing her cheek. "Lestat will finish the hunter; if he is dead, it will be better for you, I know it. Trust me... Lestat says so. If he doesn't kill the werewolf, I will, in six days when the moon is full. I love you, Hannah. I'll always stay with you, if that's what you want."
"You'll be fine, you hear me?" Edward snapped suddenly, taking her face in between his hands. "Don't talk to me about things like that when I can prevent them... you'll drive me mad, don't you see?"
"Yes," Edward grimaced. "But you're not going to be harmed in any way such as that; Lestat will see to that." Thank you, my friend, he sent to Lestat, not sure if he could hear him. I owe you more now if you finish the hunter...
Edward growled and sighed to himself, moving next to her and putting his arm around her shoulders. "It'll be fine, just relax," he tried to soothe. "I don't know what's wrong with you, so I don't know what to do... sorry..." Kill him, Lestat, Edward snapped at the vampire in his head. Please, I need you to; something's wrong with her and it's got to do with him. Kill him yourself or bring him to me, understand?
Edward frowned. "Still lying," he muttered under his breath, turning away from her. "Whatever you feel is best," he said louder. "We're stopping now; you can get out if you'd like." Lestat, he voiced mentally. What's John doing to her? What's the matter?
