Edward sat in the shadows now, his heart racing after his run. She won't do it, he thought to himself as heard bits of the words being spoken. But then he wasn't so sure of himself; Or will she? he wondered. Let her do what she wishes. I don't care.
Edward heard low noises in the trees nearby, but could not hear who it was. I don't care, either, he thought bitterly, though he knew he lying to himself. Despite his better instincts, he bounded toward the voices, caerful to track in the mud so he didn't make much noise.
Edward snarled, and, before Lestat could respond, he jumped out of the carriage, landed on all fours, and burst into a run, feeling his skin turn to fur, his eyes shift to red, and, almost, his worries fade away... Now you b.astard can't track, smell, or hear my thoughts... Edward smiled triumphantly. Or at least John and Hannah can't... Lestat, I dont' know...
Let me be, Edward winced, shutting his eyes. You're not the only one that has knowledge others here do not possess.
Edward swore, trying his best to ignore the anger rising in his stomach. He shut his eyes, grimacing against the ruge to growl, to run out of the carriage, to change and bound off to rip off John's head...
"Then what do you want me to do?" Edward sighed. "What do you want me to say? I haven't a clue..." His hand went unconsiously to the cut on his stomach, drifting over it lightly.
Edward growled, turning to look at her now. "I have a feeling Lestat won't let him harm you..." he began, his tone still angry. "I'm unsure, though."
"Are you worried?" Edward asked, not looking at her.
"Go earlier than he expects, then," Edward suggested against his better judgement. "Then he won't be angry with you right away... and let Lestat be, please," he added again, letting go of her and leaning back, frowning.
Edward nodded. "When... when wil you go?" he asked, holding her tighter. "What did he say?"
It took all of Edward's strength to say, "Alright. I trust you... just don't be long. And," he added,"will John kill you if you ask him who made him?"
Edward's frowned and turned to put his hands on either side of her face, his tone of voice low and serious when he spoke: "Do not toy with that one, Hannah," he began seriously. "He's more dangerous than anything we know of; he held me still with a single hand, dear. Remember that please..." he faded off for a moment, unsure how to voice his worry without offending her.
"I'm sure John has many things he'd like to discuss with you," Edward muttered, containing a growl. "Just promise me you'll be careful when you go... or else I will have to follow you."
"I'll let you go," Edward whispered. "He wants you there alone... Lestat said so."
"I can't help it," Edward sighed, pulling her head down against his chest, holding her still. "You'll go, won't you?" he whispered into her hair. "Without me."
GET OUT! Edward shouted, slashing pain across his voice. Now!
Get out!Edward thought harshly, his anger flaring again. He wrapped his arms around Hannah, pulling her close as if it would stop John from entering her mind. Haven't we had this discussion already?
"Who made him?" Edward asked. "That's all I want to know now."
"No," Edward smiled grimly, and kissed her cheek to make her smile again. "Now, don't get sad or defensive... it's about John."
"Not curious enough to pester and ask about it right now?" Edward teased, pinching her arm. "I do have a question now that I'd love you to answer, but only if you want to."
