"You're very pale, though," Edward noticed, burshing a strand of hair off her white cheek. "Like you haven't eaten enough..."
"I know, hush," Edward soothed, reaching under Hannah to turn the door open to the room. He walked inside and placed her on his bed, propping her head up on the pillows. "What can I do to help?" he asked, sitting next to her.
"I know," Edward said, climbing the stairs to go up to the room. "But it really was better that way. You... you wouldn't have wanted to be conscious."
Edward jumped slgithly in his step. He looked down at her, smiling and holding her head close to him. "Don't move," he whispered. "Van Helsing got the bullet out. We're almost up to the room so you can lay down for a little."
Edward stepped forward, unable to not to anything for another second longer. He gathered Hannah carefully in his arms, resting her head against his shoulder. "I've got her," he said when Van Helsing stepped forward. Thank you, he thought, hoping Van Helsing could hear him right now. The man's smile was enough. Edward headed toward the inn once more, his mind blazing. "Jinx," he said over his shoulder. "Is there anything else we can do... something that would help her get better faster?"
"Be careful," Edward insisted, and stood, giving Van Helsing some room.
"Enough, we're here," Edward gasped, cutting Van Helsing off and running around the corner into the stables, kneeling immediately next to Beatrice. "Is she alright?" he asked her, and then, not waiting for an answer, he looked down at Hannah, putting a hand against her forehead, not realizing his own fingers trembling. "They're here," he said softly, trying to sound reassuring. "Both of them. How are you?"
"There's not much left," Edward said, thinking that was the best way to phrase it. Many people stared at them as they rushed through the streets, but Edward only shoved his way throught he crowd, desperate to get back to the stables. "Your gun is empty now, by the way," he added, trying to not smile.
Edward spotted Van Helsing and Jinx, and rushed over to them, stopping just short and bending over with his hands on his knees, out of breath. "Come... with... me," he began a moment later, unable to stop himself from trying to speak. "It's... Elijah. That b.astard came back and... Hannah's shot. She needs... help."
"Stay with her," Edward said quickly, standing and going toward the door. "I'll be back soon!"
"Alright," Edward stuttered, thinking fast. "I... I can go get Beatrice to stay with you, and I will run and get Jinx and Van Helsing. Where did they head?"
"What can I do?" Edward asked. "Should... should I go find someone? Van Helsing? Beatrice? Carl? What can I do?"
"Hannah," Edward choked out, stumbling over to her. "I..." he faded off, kneeling next to her. His hands hovered over her back, not wanting to touch her without causing her more pain. "Are you alright? I'm sorry, but... if you hadn't stopped me I would have shot him earlier..."
Edward knelt down swiftly, grabbing the front of Elijah's shirt and pulling his face close to his. Edward put the gun to Elijah's temple, and, holding the man's gaze, and pulled the trigger. The bullet exploded half of the man's head, spraying Edward's face with blood, gore, and brain matter. Edward stood and fired last three bullets into the man's throat, coating his boots red as well. He sighed and stepped back, his whole body shaking. He put the back of his hand holding the gun to his mouth, the bloody mess that was Elijah making his stomach rise. Turning and rushing over to the nearest hay pile, Edward wretched out what little food was inside his stomach.
"Oh, Hannah," Edward muttered, another growl rising in his throat. "You have no idea how much I want to kill him right now!"
"Both," Van Helsing said. "I never knew... I mean, is that the way everyone does it?"
"I don't care!" Edward exclaimed, walking over to stand over Elijah, his gun still aimed at the man's head. "I dont care if you already drained half his blood out of him or he already killed you! It doesn't matter; I told him if he ever came here again I would kill him without a second thought! He asked for it himself!"
Edward felt a growl rise in his stomach as he heard Elijah's voice. That b.astard really doesn't know what's good for him, does he? Edward stepped around the edge of the stable, the gun level with Elijah. "I told you to stay away!" he shouted, and fired two shots, one into each of Elijah's knee caps.
Edward rounded the corner to the stables, and then stopped when he heard voices. He pulled Van Helsing's gun out of his belt, pulling back the hammer and creeping around the side of the stables to look inside.
Edward headed back toward the stables, figuring that was where Hannah and Beatrice would still be if they didn't decide to go out yet. Werewolf venom will kill Dracula? he mused, still amazed. That means Van Helsing just has to get the b.astard to a point where I bite him, and... Edward shook his head as he walked, deep in his thoughts.
