"Follow us and I will do worse than this gun could ever do, understand?" Edward snapped, suddenly shoving Elijah away from him. "Get out!"
"I'm not like her in that respect," Edward growled, finding himself growing angrier no matter what the man said. "She didn't mean to come near your silly little sister. Now," Edward reached down and wrenched Elijah's gun out of his hand, tossing it over in Van Helsing's direction. "Take back what you said or go." He couldn't bring himself to kill the man, at least not right now. Despite all the anger running through his veins, he couldn't shoot a disarmed man...
"She's not a bad person," Edward hissed, pushing the gun harder against the man's throat, making him gag even more. "She's leaving the city for God's sake! You'd don't know a thing about her... say one more word against her and I will have no guilt about pulling this trigger."
Edward recognized the man's voice, and leaned to try and find a crack in the hay so he could see where he stood. Elijah's boots passed close to the hay, and Edward tensed, glad he had already cocked the gun. When the man's boots were just past Edward's hay stack, he sprung up suddenly, wrapping his arms around the man's neck, slamming the gun against his throat. "Try and give me one good reason not to blow you apart from the neck up right now," Edward hissed in the man's ear, struggling to keep him still.
Edward shook his head, moving to crouch behind the hay stacks that Van Helsing had sat in a few minutes ago. "No," he said aloud. "But she'll come here and so will he eventually... I don't know how they know that she'd be here, but they do."
"What do you want me to do?" Edward replied nonetheless. "After what that bastar.d did, I'll take all his bullets, Hannah. Don't you understand? Now, go with Beatrice and get out of the way!"
"Don't?" Edward repeated, walking over to Hanah. "Why not?"
"I don't intend to shoot her," Edward snapped, slamming the bullet casing into the gun and pushing back the hammer. "Just the one with her."
Edward stared at her for a second, and then looked back at Jinx and Van Helsing and smiled. He walked over to Lexi casually, and went into the saddlebags to find the silver bullet case. He took the gun out of the pocket of his cloak and loaded it silently, not caring whether it would kill any vampire or a human being right away or not... injuring so I can get my teeth around them... that's all I need...
"Yes," Edward agreed. "Is everything alright?" he added, glancing down at Hannah's worried face. "You don't look very happy."
"Just an odd fact," Edward said. "I didn't mean to bother you. Look, there they are!" He pointed ahead at the stables, just down a few blocks from them in the streets. They could see Van Helsing, Jinx, and Beatrice, and Edward smiled when he saw the first two talking.
"There's a place," Edward began. "Called the Theatre des Vampires in Paris. Quite an inconspicuous name, huh? I wouldn't be surprised if Van Helsing knew all about it. Anyway, mortal people and vampires go there every night to watch live shows on the stage. Only the vampires set up the performences: they're actual live changings of victims. Nasty place, isn't it? Kind of ruins the lovely facade of Paris, France if you ask me."
"You know," Edward said as they left the inn and walked toward the stables, "I heard of this place in Paris that's kind of interesting..."
"Yeah, let's go," Edward said, standing and opening the door for her. "Do you have all your stuff?"
"I didn't say it would be easy," Edward replied with a smile. "But that's alright... I'll work on it with you. God knows I haven't told you everything either."
"I'm glad for your concern, dear," Edward sighed, "but if you really do care and worry about me you'll do well to tell me things, truthfully, mind you, when you can."
"I want to protect you, you know," Edward said, letting go of her and picking up his cloak from the floor. "That's why I get angry... but you don't need to worry. The full moon is gone for now."
"Come here," Edward sighed, wrapping his arms around her. "Let's go down to the stables and see what happens after that. What do you say?"
"Was that so hard?" Edward asked, turning around to look at her now. "I understand it upsets you... but you don't know how angry that makes me..." He sighed, stepping over to the bed again and sitting, his head in his hands. "We need to get out of here as soon as we can. If we stay... I don't know what I'll do..."
"I'm not asking you to relive it, dear," Edward sighed from the window. "Just... let me know what happens if you say you're going to tell me. Otherwise, I wouldn't ask if you didn't want me to."
