Edward nodded in agreement. "That doesn't mean it won't bother me, though. Damn!" He swore suddenly, the bruise on the side of his face burning. "Why won't this go away?"
Edward laughed more carefully this time. "I almost killed myself to get you to come with me, and now you think I want you to go away?" His smiled faded. "Hannah, that's the last thing in the world that I want right now."
Edward sighed angrily. "That's not my point," he sighed. "I'm not angry, though..." he laughed lightly, and then winced, putting a hand to the side of his head. "Though you're doing a good job at irritating me now. My point," he continued before she could speak, "is that I'm angry with Lestat. That's all. I'm angry at him because of how he can control you and that, no matter what he does, I still need him and have to trust him. As for what you said..." he faded off, rubbing his bruise. "It's complicated."
"That may be true," Edward said rather unkindly. "But you can't do anything about it now, and therefore an apology is unnecessary at this point..." He faded off, shutting his eyes once more. "I don't mean to sound rude," he began again suddenly. "And I didn't mean to follow you at all. It was like I didn't have a choice... it just happened."
"Physically?" Edward smirked, making the swollen bruise by his left eye crinkle painfully. "There's not much wrong. My head is killing me... it feels like I got torn apart, healed incorrectly, and broken again... and now it's not getting better..."
Edward sighed, trying to smile and failing miserably. "I thought you'd be way too angry to even talk to me right now," he mumbled.
Edward pulled Hannah into the carriage, snapped the door shut, and sat down opposite her, staring at the gun he still held in his hands. I told you it was stupid! Edward half-swallowed a cry when he heard Lestat and shut his eyes tightly.
"Nothing you need to know about," Edward snapped, and pulled Hannah over to their carriage. "It's dark now. Shouldn't we be getting along?"
Edward say Van Helsing and Jinx, and frowned. Just what we need, an inquiry squad to meet us, he grumbled in his head when he and Hannah reached the two.
"No," Edward snapped, pulling her along. "Later. Everyone will see us soon and we won't have enough time to speak anyway."
Edward rushed the few steps forward, grabbed Hannah, and drew her next to him. Without looking at either vampire again, he turned and started toward the carriages once more, dragging her alongside him.
"Please..." Edward began, ignoring Hannah, "... do not make me repeat myself... do it now."
"Then give her to me!" Edward growled, his fingers white against the gun. "Now!"
"Then what the hell do you want me to do, Hannah?" Edward cried, pulling the gun's hammer back. "John doesn't want me to shoot, you do, Lestat could care less?" A growl rose in his throat, and hhe hung his head between his knees for a moment, and then rose, with the gun's muzzle against his throat. "Or shall I get out of your way?" he muttered, staring at Hannah. "Your life would be much easier; you will forget me in a few hundred years anyway."
"What do I have to do?" Edward began, getting desperate, pulling Van Helsing's gun from his belt. "I will shoot you, fight you, do whatever I can, you must understand that by now!"
"We need her more than you do," Edward tried to explain, his hand on the handle of Van Helsing's gun. "Our group... everyone out there, including the girl you killed!" he added, snapping at Lestat.
Edward stood as well, clenching his hands into fists at his sides. "Don't expect me to thank you for letting me talk to her," he growled.
"Don't apologize," Edward muttered. "You don't even seem like you mean it."
Edward felt unwanted pity rise up in his heart, and he knelt next to her. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I really am. We're being stupid, you know. I don't even care about Dracula anymore! Now my goal is to find a way to get rid of John, alright? And, as far as Dracula is concerned, I'm the perfect person to kill him."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Edward retorted. "Is that all I've been for the last few weeks? Something for six months. If so, you're right, Hannah. I don't want to see you again."
