"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."
"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?"
"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.
"I know," Edward replied. "We are going after a vampire, though, and I doubt he will have any live humans around; so you and Beatrice shouldn't have too much trouble... I hope."
"Huh," Edward sighed. "Well, then, thank you," he continued when she finished his bandages. "That's more than enough. It won't help, thanks to Lestat's venom, but at least the blood won't bother you too much now."
"What?" Edward asked, looking at Hannah. "What happened with them?"
Edward stood still, glaring at Van Helsing. Like he can understand a thing that I'm going through... or what I've got to do in the future...
Edward wanted to protest, but he kept his mouth shut. "Thank you," he muttered to Carl. "It's Lestat, by the way," he added to Van Helsing.
"Yeah," Edward groaned. "I'm fine. Sorry, Beatrice," he muttered. "I can't really make it stop."
Edward ignored Lestat, rubbing his forehead. He grimaced when he looked at his fingers and saw them tainted red. Will I stop bleeding or just keep this up till I die? he snapped at Lestat now.
Edward stood still, leaning against a post of the stable, trying to ignore the pain in his head and back. Damn you, Lestat, he thought angrily. I know you enjoy this, but I can't stay like this forever. She needs me, and you know it, and I'm hurt. You must be very proud of yourself.
"True," Edward agreed as they reached the stables. They could see Beatrice now, standing next to Sorin. "Do you want to talk to her on your own?" Edward asked quietly.
"Okay," Edward nodded, going to the door and opening it for her. They descended down the stairs and exited the tavern. "Where would she be? With Sorin?" Edward guessed.
"I'm glad you don't mind, then," Edward smiled. "Shall... shall we go and find Beatrice, or are you enjoying standing here with me too much to move?"
"Do you mind?" Edward chuckled. "I can find a shirt if it bothers you..."
Edward sighed and turned around, pulling Hannah against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her. "Please be more careful," he whispered, stooping slightly so his nose almost touched hers. "I don't think I can manage something like that happening to you again."
"I'm sorry I'm bothering you," Edward apologized. "It must be hard for you... but I do feel better."
"Of course I do," Edward cringed, though the cloth felt cool on the tree's laceration's along his back. "I will do whatever I can."
"Don't apologize," Edward replied. "I will gladly let Lestat beat me half to death whenever he feels like if it means I can keep you alive and with me."
"I won't mind," Edward smiled, handing her the cloth. "One thing I am not gifted with is extra long arms. Thank you."
