Van Helsing laughed lightly. "I'm not completely defenseless, you know," he replied. "I can take him if he stays in human form. And I doubt he will change and waste all his engery on me when he wants to focus on John."
"Good," Van Helsing said with a small smile. "Well," he sighed, stopping at the nearest bedroom door. "I think this is far enough from Edward for now, don't you?"
"You don't hate me, do you?" Van Helsing asked suddenly. "Last thing we need is to hate each other when we should all be united under a common goal."
"My nose," Van Helsing replied. "It's.. cracked..." He touched the bridge of his nose lightly and winced. "But not completely broken... it should be fine if I just leave it alone. You can walk me to a bed if it makes you feel better, you know."
"I think so," Van Helsing replied, shaking off her help once again. "If not, I can crawl," he added with a smile.
Van Helsing grasped her hands firmly for a moment before letting them go. "Call me over if Anna arrives," he said before leaving. "I want to speak with her before Edward does; I'm sure he'd just make matters worse with her."
"I'll find my own room," Van Helsing insisted, getting to his feet very slowly. "Away from everyone until they calm down... will you come with me?"
"Good," Van Helsing sighed. "This must be hard for you... all the blood, I mean."
OOC: hellooooo!!!! :D "I'll be fine," Van Helsing muttered, though he didn't shake off her hand. "You know it was an accident, right?" he began slowly, catching her eye. "You have to believe me; I was angry, yes. I had the gun out ready to fire, yes. But would I actually do it if he hadn't tackled me? No."
Van Helsing sighed and spit a mouthful of blood out on the grass and sat up on the ground. He looked up at Jinx a moment later. "Well?" he said softly. "What do you think of me now?"
Van Helsing shook his head and pulled himself up on his elbows, putting a hand up to his nose and wincing at the crack along the bone. He glared at Edward, trying to pull all his strength together in case he punched him again.
^ ^ ^ "MY NAME IS EDWARD AND IM REALLY A LAAAAADY!"
OOC: your MOTHER.
"Edward, let me go," Van Helsing choked, a mouthful of blood spitting out the corners of his mouth and trailing down his cheeks and neck. "It was an acci-"
Van Helsing shook his head, trying to move away from Edward, his brain rattled from slamming into the ground. He cried out when Edward smacked his gun out of his hand, his fist cracking into his jaw and cheekbone two more times. "Get off!" he grunted, but could barely move when the werewolf pinned down his arms and legs, sitting on top of him as blood ran from his mouth and nose.
Van Helsing cried out, struggling against Edward's arms as he tried to reach for his gun. His hat fell over onto the side of the floor as he rushed forward, almost falling over on top of the man. He pulled the trigger of the gun instinctively, firing into the ground as he and Edward stumbled out onto the cold ground. The second and third shot, the last two in the gun went off now, and Beatrice's scream barely registed in his ears.
"Get back here!" Van Helsing snapped, turning to follow Beatrice with his gun. "I'm not through talking with you!"
Van Helsing pulled out his gun now, cocking back the peice on the side of his hip and raising the weapon slowly. "Do it, Edward," he taunted in a low voice. "I'd like to see how fast you can move... you seem to know everything: that boy Hannah killed, however many innocents Beatrice murdered last night. Do something about it."
"Are you going to shut the hell up?" Van Helsing snapped at Carl, standing suddenly. He turned toward the doors of the castle and stalked away, yanking one of his guns from itw holster.
