"Do you know anything about where Dracula is?" Edward asked Beatrice very plainly. "Can you be of any use trying to kill him?"
"What the hell are we going to do with Beatrice?" Edward said as he and Hannah walked back over to Van Helsing.
Edward grinned now. "I always planned to stay... I just needed a minute." "It's been more than a minute!" Van Helsing's voice shouted through the trees. "Now get over here before I leave you both with this farm woman!"
"Thank you," Edward said suddenly. "For finally making me smile. I haven't done that in eighteen years or so..."
"Wait," Edward said, triyng to smile. "I'm going say a Van Helsing line: if you'd had some stakes with you, you would have been fine in the first place!"
"Oh," he said, looking at his feet. "Sorry... I just... I didn't mean to upset you; I was just really angry, and anger doesn't well with... with people like me. I wanted to know all those things you said and I'm glad you did, but it kind of hurt to hear them. I promise I will kill Dracula myself... somehow."
He turned when he heard her voice. "A good bye?" he asked, clearing his throat. "Where are you going?"
Suddenly Edward rose. "I can't... sorry..." he seem to mutter, and then stomped off into the trees.
"I don't understand," Edward said, wanting to put his fingers to her neck for some reason. "Who exactly bit you?"
"What happened between you two, Hannah?" Edward asked after a moment, kneeling next to her. He did not like the inexplicable rage that was now hot in his blood; anger always made the next full moon ten times worse. "You can tell me."
"You really should let her be for a little while," Edward said, but knew he couldn't stop Van Helsing from questioning till he got the answers he wanted. I don't care what she's done or what she will do, he thought resolutely. she is a good person.
Edward put a protective arm around Hannah. "Stop badgering h-" "Shut up, Edward!" Van Helsing snapped, and the other man shut his mouth. Van Helsing waited for the girl's response.
"How is the bride's coming your fault, Hannah?" Edward asked, eyeing her curiously. "We should stay together anyway."
"I'm fine," Edward insisted, making sure Hannah didn't touch his cheek. "We should get going in case they come back."
Edward put a hand to his face, feeling the dried blood on his cheeks. He didn't dare touch it more in case he started to bleed again and bother Hannah. "Just let her be for a moment," Edward said to Van Helsing. He brushed a lock of hair and a smudge of dirt off of Hannah's face. "Do you want to sit down or try to look for Jinx?" he asked her.
"Are you alright?" Edward asked, going over to Hannah. Van Helsing went over to Beatrice and tried to get her to wake. She won't be happy about her spooked horse and not knowing where it is... he thought.
"You know what I don't understand?" Edward said over his shoulder to Hannah, who was beginning to sprout wings and sharp fangs. He tried not to cringe. "Why did he give me the gun with the silver bullets when these are vampires?" "Too bad," sneered Verona, barring her own teeth. "Shoot all you wish!" "Alright," Edward said, and shot a bullet at the hovering bride. He saw Aleera grab Hannah out of the corner of his eye as Verona screamed and shook off the impact of the bullet. "Let her be!" Edward yelled, shooting a Aleera now, not remembering he only had four bullets left. As Hannah swayed toward the ground, Van Helsing ran out of the trees. He hurredly placed Beatrice on the grassy floor and shot rounds into Verona's chest. She shrieked and dodged, his arrows biting hard into her wings and stomach as she rose, fleeing to follow her blonde bride companion. Van Helsing knelt by Beatrice again, checking her pulse. She was still alive. "Van Helsing!" Edward cried, and he turned to see Aleera and Hannah facing each other.
"Hannah!" Edward called, seeing the girl just outside the inn as he and Van Helsing came out the front door. They walked over to her. "Where will we look for Jinx?" Van Helsing asked.
"I see," Van Helsing replied. "Well, then, we better sleep for a few hours." He turned over on the bed, and then cried out. "What?" Edward asked, sitting up with a start. "What's wrong?" "Just lay on my wrong arm," the other man muttered, and turned to lie on his right side. Then he was silent. What just happened to me down there? Edward thought as he, too, lay on his bed. She can't possibly care for me... I mean, I'm a werewolf! I could kill her with a small cut of my teeth... I'd better let her be and not lead her on to disappoint her. We both have more important things to worry about...
"She was just feeling really bad about Henry's death," Edward said carefully. "She doesn't know where Jinx is either. I told her to meet us after nightfall... since that is when Jinx will probably be out."
