Reason told him to listen to his friend Van Helsing, but Lucy's words, her pleading pulled at a part of him that John could not ignore so easily. He felt Van Helsing's gaze as he looked at him, his grip on the stake loosening bit by bit. "She calls for me, my friend," he said softly, already edging away from the arm that had been held out, stepping down the stairs carefully and towards the trio.
"Lucy. I promise you. No harm will come to you. We... I. I am only here to help you." John held a hand out to her, his gaze fixed on her, transfixed on her and the charm she exuded. The words of the others were merely an echo in his mind.