Van Helsing stood as well, nodding. "I'll get Carl," he said, grabbing his hat and putting it back on. "And thank you again," he added, and, before she could react, he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug briefly, and then rushed toward the door, shutting it quickly behind him. He laughed to himself as he went down the stairs.
"Any time," Van Helsing sighed. "Well... the sun has gone down. Doesn't that mean we should draw Carl away from the endless supply of alcohol and try to get moving again?"
"Oh, I don't have any weapons that you can think of in mind, dear," Van Helsing sighed, proud of himself. "You'l just have to see when the time comes."
Van Helsing smiled, thinking of what he could do. "Alright, then," he smiled. "I can definitely manage that."
"I thought that was my job," Van Helsing smiled. "And, by the way, does it matter how I hit you at the time? Just to clarify."
"You know," Van Helsing began after a moment. "I never imagined myself to be sitting here... without you hitting me, of course," he added with a grin.
Van Helsing nodded in agreement, walking over to sit next to Jinx on the other bed. "I have a feeling that I can kill Dracula, even though all those other people who have died trying couldn't. I want to do it alone, but at the same time I have the strong belief that you and everyone else has to be there as well."
"I guess lucky could be a word to use... define luck, especially for our group," Van Helsing sighed.
"I don't think so," Van Helsing replied. "It's just the enviornment she's been raised in as a vampire. I know I don't understand much, but if Lestat had taken her and taught her instead of leaving her with us, she would be our worst problem right now."
"Her face," Van Helsing replied, walking over to the window. "She was so afraid when I found her. That was the one time I've seen this Lestat character. Half in the shadows, her blood on his lips, grinning and bowing at me like a performer on a stage... but I saw what she looked like. For a moment it seemed like she wanted to me lower the gun at her instead of him, finish what he started. I don't know," he sighed, taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair. "I guess it's also because I knew her before he did... what he did to her."
"That's good, I guess," Van Helsing replied. "I don't know much about... newborns. I usually shoot and then ask questions."
"He's a friar, my dear," Van Helsing laughed. "I've tried to, but he won't take a weapon from me. I think Beatrice will be good for him, though..."
"Oh, okay," Van Helsing sighed. "Thank you. He has problems looking after himself sometimes."
"It means I think you're cute," Van Helsing repeated, standing and winking at her again. "I hope Carl's okay... I need him... well, maybe."
"Well, that's very cute," Van Helsing laughed. "I hate to change the subject, but did we scare Carl into going and attacking Beatrice because he's lonely? That would be bad."
"Like me how?" Van Helsing asked. "I don't understand."
"It's not odd to like someone, dear," Van Helsing smiled. "It just depends how you like them."
"That would be interesting," Van Helsing smirked. "But no, I don't think I will go back to the church for a while after this... I don't feel connected to them anymore, you know? I guess I'm stuck with you, huh?"
"Same here," Van Helsing related. "I just... wonder what will happen to us after this is all over."
"Well, like Carl says, for people like us yelling is just communicating kindly sometimes," Van Helsing laughed.
