"I want her to stay," Van Helsing muttered. "And, for some reason, I want to kill her and keep her next to me at the same time..."
"You're right," Van Helsing sighed. "I just feel... well, I felt, in that forest there that I should have killed her as soon as I saw her. It got me thinking that I should have ruined them all by now... but Jinx, she..." he faded off, confused, shutting his eyes.
"Do you think this is a good idea?" Van Helsing asked slowly. "I mean... the two of us alone have been fine before..."
"Carl?" Van Helsing asked. "Are you awake?"
Van Helsing muttered to himself, and then tried to sleep.
"Yes," Van Helsing confirmed. "I apologize."
"No reason," Van Helsing shrugged. "Now," he began. "Carl and I, being the only humans here now, would like to actually get some rest. Riding awake and driving awake the whole time at night isn't fun... I'm getting some rest."
"Sorry," Van Helsing muttered. "Carl shall be depressed now."
"Do it," Van Helsing said, stepping over to them now. "I mean," he tried to calm his voice for Jinx, "please try to make her feel... better."
Van Helsing smiled grimly. "I know. I will let him be... do you..." he beagn uncertainly. "Do you want... to see her?"
"It's about the afternoon he left that we don't know about," Van Helsing suddenly theorized. "He'd better not be keeping things from me."
Van Helsing looked at Carl, bewildered. "What is he talking about?"
"Need him?" Van Helsing snapped aloud, grabbing Edward shoulder sharply and turning him around. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Van Helsing followed Edward, staying behind him so as not to bother him. Hannah and Jinx will take care of her, he thought, knowing the werewolf could hear him.
"Easy, Edward," Van Helsing mumbled. "You can't do much, Carl," he added to the poor little friar. "Just be kind and keep your distance."
"Good job, Carl," Van Helsing sighed. "Now she's going to love the smell of you way too much... in a bad way," he added seriously.
"Lestat happened," Van Helsing muttered. "Do you know how to take care of her, Jinx?" He tried to keep the pleading, helpless tone out of his voice, but was sure she could hear it anyway.
"What will you do with her?" Van Helsing asked Hannah. "I... I don't have a clue. I usually kill them right now, so..."
Van Helsing finally dropped his arm. "What do we do?" he asked Hannah, at a loss.
Van Helsing considered firing his gun into the shadows just as a precaution, but then stopped and thought better; it was a vampire, not a werewolf, and Carl always hated it when he wasted silver bullets. "Hannah!" he cried now, looking down at Beatrice. "Get over here! Now!"
