"Then it's a perfect time for us to barge in," Van Helsing smirked, knocking on the door. "Are you ladies decent?"
Van Helsing started up the staris to the rooms, just ahead of Carl. "What do you think those four are talking about?"
Van Helsing chuckled. "Shall we go and tell everyone my accomplishment?" he asked. "And try to sort out sleeping arrangements?"
"No," Van Helsing insisted. "You should stay in here with us where it's safer. We got two rooms for a reason."
"Off to bed, then?" Van Helsing asked, leaning back in his chair. "Not going to go noctural like the rest of us and sleep durnig the day?"
"She's gone," Van Helsing sighed. "Can you tell I changed my shirt?"
"Ah, Carl!" Van Helsing said, going over to the man's table. "I have been gone long?"
Van Helsing reached the stables and went to Lexi, patting her neck. "Doing alright, girl?" he asked softly, and laughed when she snorted at him. "I know, I smell awful. That's why I'm here." He pulled a clean black shirt and leather vest out of her saddlebags and changed quickly in the cold night air. "Thanks," he smiled. "I'll be back in the morning." He headed back toward the tavern.
The werewolf gave Van Helsing a funny look, as if, for a moment, it dawned on her what he was talking about. But Van Helsing didn't give her time to react: he shot three of his bullets into her head, the last two into her throat. The blood and brain matter exploded all over the front of his shirt at close range, and he jumped back, leaving the last half of the girls' body that was left in the narrow road he stood in. He shook his head and decided to go to the stables to find Lexi, who had extra shirts and vests of his in her saddlebags. Edward won't be happy with me, he thought as he walked.
Van Helsing grunted, flexing his hand slightly. "I know your brother," he began, finally putting it together. "Edward." The girl froze for a moment. "Edward?" she repeated. "I don't know any Edward." "Of course you wouldn't remember him," Van Helsing said, moving his other arm slowly. "You must have been very little when you were turned and he ran away." "I don't... enough talking!" she stuttered, pushing her foot heavier on his shoulder. Van Helsing swallowed a cry. Van Helsing smiled. "Good. Just the way I like it." He swept his other arm up around her leg, pulling her down to the ground with him. He had her pinned underneath his legs in a moment, his gun aimed at her forehead. "Sorry," he apologized. "I'm just glad Edward isn't here now."
Van Helsing followed the girl, around each corner of the maze of houses, always seeing her for just a moment before she vanished from his sight. He rounded a corner, and, before he could react, felt something hard hit him across his face, knocking him down to the ground. He looked up, dazed, to see the girl with her fist still extended. "I told you to let me be," she snapped, putting a foot on the shoulder of his arm that held the gun. "Move that hand and I'll break your arm."
Don't get close to me, the girl hissed in Van Helsing's mind and he stepped back. "I know another like you that can do that," Van Helsing said, cocking back the hammer of his gun. "Get out!" she shouted aloud now, rising suddenly from the dust, scattering a cloud of broken floor boards and garbage. "Now or I will kill you!" "That's my job, dear," Van Helsing snapped, firing one of his six bullets. The girl jumped out of the way before he even blinked. She was out of the house and around the corner as he turned around. "Dammit," he swore, and ran after the girl.
Van Helsing saw the girl before she saw him. She was crouched in the corner of the room, covered in dirty grey rags and soot from the nearby fireplace. Her golden eyes rose up to meet his, and she flinched back. "You're all that's left, aren't you?" Van Helsing asked, pulling out his gun.
The tracks led Van Helsing to a house, a beaten little shack who's roof was falling off and windows were hanging off hinges. He leaned against the front door, pulling out his gun, testing its weight. With a small shove of his shoulder, he pushed the door open. The main room inside was dark and smelled like mildew, his nose wrinkling the moment he stepped inside. "Hello?" he called out, though he sensed there was someone there already. "Anyone here?"
Van Helsing saw some familiar tracks, leading off into the poorer section of the town. the houses were smaller, blending into the edge of the woods close by. He put a hand on his gun, running his fingers over the handle lightly.
"Alright, then," Van Helsing laughed, standing. "I will be back soon." He went out of the tavern, walking casually, his hat low and his mind wandering. He couldn't see any tracks or hear and sounds, so he waited. I'll find something, he thought to himself.
"Probably," Van Helsing muttered. "I hope I can find her. What will you do while I'm out?"
"We'll figure it out," Van Helsing sighed. "First things first, though. I've got to go out and track where that last werewolf is."
"Maybe," Van Helsing said, finishing his drink. "I don't know anymore."
"We will see," Van Helsing muttered. "I cannot help it if he endangers our purpose. But then, though, I'm sure John will have gotten a hold of Hannah anyway."
