"I'm sorry," Edward said immediately, afraid he had offended her. "It's just... I always heard that vampires can't dream, whether good or bad, but I wanted to know the truth."
"Do you dream?" he asked, shivering at her cold fingers. "I mean, do you have dreams?"
Edward sighed and wrapped his arms around Hannah's waist, his head against her chest. He shut his eyes, though he was not tired at all. "You know," he began softly, "I had one more question for you..."
Edward smiled. "Really?" he laughed. "Then, despite my better juddgement, would you let me fall asleep in your arms?"
"Well, it's up to you," Edward said, sighing. "I know I've slept enough for a while... and I know how much that disappoints you because I'm sure you'd like to watch me sleep."
"Definitely," Edward laughed. "I was going to tell you to sleep while we travel, but I guess rest is the proper word."
"I know, dear," Edward sighed. "We don't have much of a choice. For now... I think we just have to wait."
Edward frowned. "What are you saying?" he asked.
"I don't know," Edward mused. "But Lestat will be out there, and I have a feeling he might answer questions for me."
"I know," Edward agreed. "But what does this Will want with John?"
"Well, that was interesting," Edward muttered, rubbing his head. "He isn't a bad person... at least, I mostly think he isn't."
"I do not understand that man," Edward sighed, rubbing the cut on his stomach again. It was completed healed now except for a small white line. "But Jinx..." he began now. "That's just odd. What the hell was he doing to our heads?"
"A bit, yes," Edward replied to her thought, and helped her back in the carriage. "Did you see what Lestat did?"
Edward sighed, going back to shake Hannah slightly. "Are you alright? You looked... dazed." Thank you, Lestat, he thought quickly before looking back at Jinx.
Edward gasped, gripping Lestat's fang mark against his abs, a sudden pain flaring their. Then, even more suddenly, his mind was cleared. He could tell everyone else wasn't in the same state, and decided not to thank or think about why Lestat was helping. Edward stepped forward now, the gun still held at his side. "Listen... Will," he began, a small smile on his face. "Jinx is with us, and, unless you want us to hurt you and take her back right now, I'd suggest you let her go and we can all be on our way like my friend has been politely insisting."
Edward gripped Hannah's hand. "Don't focus on him," he muttered in her ear. "I..." but even his mind was clouding, his grip on the gun handle loosening.
"Van Helsing is going to kill him. Come on," Edward said, grabbing Hannah's hand, the gun in the other, and stepped out of the carriage.
"Jinx knows him!" Edward hissed as the carriage came to a stop. "What should we do? He doesn't seem safe."
"Shh, then," Edward said softly, and moved slightly so he could open the curtains of the carriage window and stick his head outside. They were already slowing down, but he could not make out the details of the figure. "It's not Lestat," Edward confirmed, knowing the man's out-of-date clothing well. "And I don't... no, it isn't John either." He sighed. "Just what we need: another one."
Edward smiled, tightening his arms around her. "I'll do anything I can," he whispered. "And, of course, you'll have a say in it, no matter what it entails."
