"Who the hell are you?" Edward gasped. "And how are you... holding me still?" He could see the groud below him, but the man's- no, the vampire's - face in front of him frightened him the most; the outdated attire, the rich, curled hair, and the pitch black eyes whose irises were molten gold.
Edward struggled as hard as he could, having no idea what hit him and was still holding him still. He'd never felt anything so strong and overpowering in his entire life. The trees flew past him, and now they finally stopped with his back slamming squre into one, knocking all the wind out of him.
Edward pushed Hannah quickly behind him now, falling to the ground, howling, ready to leap at John.
Edward tightened his grip on Hannah, out of angry this time, though. "I've got more than enough energy to deal with you, John," Edward snarled, bearing his teeth. "I've just about had enough."
Edward wrapped both his arms around Hannah, pulling her against his warm chest. "Say what you need to," he growled. "We need to go soon."
"He'd get you alone and hurt you," Edward growled, containing his snapping tone in his voice. "But be careful what you say. I can try to read his thoughts, but I have a feeling he already knows that I can do that; he may be able to block me." They entered the trees now, and Edward squeezed her hand tighter, his back starting to itch like he wanted to collaspe on all fours. The full moon is over! he thought incedulously. This is odd... it's the emtional stress... I've got to calm down...
"I'm worried," Edward said, trying his best not to gasp in between his breaths. "And angry... and..." he flushed a little, but finished: "... a bit over-protective. To the woods, then?"
Lestat walked the streets openly now, liveliness and vigor in each step. He'd already forgotten about... what was it? Susan and Mary? Yes... He could smell them even though the stables were blocks and blocks away. He began to go casually in that direction, not really noticing anything around him. John will get her soon, Lestat thought. The forest would be where he'd head... Humming the tune Mary had played on the piano, he kept a steady pace.
Edward found himself having gasp back low growls every breath as they walked, and he kept twisting his shirt in a long knot between his palms. "Tell them we need to get something in the city," Edward said suddenly. "That's much better than an injured girl needs an aimless walk when we should be leaving."
Edward snarled again, this time unable to stop the sound from escaping his lips. He hoped the sound didn't frighten Hannah too much. " I know," he growled. "I know he will, but..." he let out a sour, nasty laugh. "As if I'd let you go alone anyway." He opened the door, standing by to let her exit first.
"Why would he give you a choice?" Edward asked. "More importantly, what will you say? I swear to God, if he touches you..." The sentence faded off into a low, menacing growl.
"D.amn him," Edward snarled, swallowing a sudden growl that rose low in his chest. "I'll go with you, but we can't just leave here and not tell the others what's going on. We have to tell them something... and what the hell does he want from you, anyway?"
Edward's smile vanished, his head aching suddenly. "Was..." he began, unsure. "That... Hannah," he went over to her, turning her to face him in his arms. "I could only hear parts... what did he say?"
"I think you're just enjoying me not wearing a shirt," Edward smriked, leaning down to kiss her cheek. He walked over toward the door. "Are you okay leaving it unbandaged and walking to the carriages? I have no problem carrying you there and being half-naked at the same time. That would give them a great idea of what we've been up to..."
"How is it?" Edward asked, standing and picking his damp shirt up off the floor. "I guess I shouldn't have soaked this thing through now. I'll catch an awful cold if I wear it outside."
Edward smirked. "Yes, that's proabably true. Imagine what they think is going on up here!" he exclaimed, playfully pushing her shoulder. Van Helsing will not be happy if he makes a bad joke, Edward thought menacingly.
"Thank you," Edward murmured, kissing her once more before sitting up. "Do you think they left without us by now?"
"Hannah," Edward sighed, swallowing his rage once more. "Shut up," he snapped, and then laughed at the look on her face. "Please!" he tried again. "You've got to stop talking about it... I dont care what I have to do; I will find a way. Have just a little faith in me, dear. Can... can you do that?"
"I will think of something," Edward promised, hugging her tighter to him. "I don't know how or when, but I will. Don't give up on me yet... both John and Dracula haven't seen a tenth of what I can really do." He felt a growl rise in his chest at actually saying the statement aloud, his anger mounting, but he sighed, focusing on holding Hannah instead of the images that were glancing through his head.
Edward grabbed either side of her face rather roughly and glared at her. "Do not say that," he hissed, trying his best to decide anger was better to show than fear. "Please, dear. If you care about me at all you will not say that."
