My Touch is Black and Poisonous

[annabellerhodes-psl]

bordeauxnoah·:

                    Noah’s gaze near bore through her, hues bearing an esurient hue as the scent of blood seeped into every crevice of the room. His tone was clipped, offering any visceral insight to just how nettlesome such scent proved to be, especially when he tried so hard to ignore said cravings, gaze finally breaking away from hers as he spoke, “Unfortunately for you, he’s not in.” 

Anna rubbed her not bloodied hand across her neck before exhaling a groan of frustration. "I knew this was a shot in the dark, I should have just gone home or something, bleed to death before my accelerated healing kicks in," she sighed out. The huntress turned, "very well then, no vampire healing shit for me," she rubbed her hair and started to slowly limp her way back to the door she came in.

[annabellerhodes-psl]

bordeauxnoah·:

                     “Don’t have me spell it out for you,” Noah deadpanned under his typical sense of truculence, brow raised in essence of said combative nature. “I thought Rhodes were supposed to be the poster children for human decency, after all.”

Anna rolled her eyes and leaned back with a sigh, "because you're the poster child for human decency? Perhaps you could teach me I must have missed that lesson in my training to kill vampires," she deadpanned in similar fashion to his own tone. "Perhaps you guys could afford better elevators that don't break," she hummed out.

[annabellerhodes-psl]

                    It was the stark miasma of blood that hit Noah like a freight train, the original presuming he had finally gone full blown insane from his own lecherous and blood fueled inhibitions. After all, unless planned by his own need to satiate whatever desires, blood was not a scent that was found so heavily within said corridors, lips pursed in near overwhelmed vexation at the sight of her. “What, pray tell are you doing here with that?” Noah nodded to the injury that was practically spouting necessary ichor, doing his best to stand still as if any sudden movement on his own part would provide her inevitable downfall. 

She could do without his particular brand of snark at the moment. She was in immense pain and just needed to avoid this whole conversation. "Got in a fight with a feral animal, I won, but I'm here to see Rowan," she said tersely. The huntress grimaced as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other and the movement jostled her injury. "So can you tell me if he's still here or?"

[annabellerhodes-x]

noahbordeaux·:

                    The original offered a half step forward, mindlessly pushing one of the buttons as if it would get past the obvious mechanical failure. The thought of being stuck in the measly space of the elevator for however long it would take it solve this mistake was scourging at best, stepping back in place alongside her with a small scowl prevalent. While Noah may have had his fair supply of combative lexicon, it hardly warranted a spec of longevity when it came to the pressure of being stuck, hands clasped together in a subtle nod to such vexation held within. “Surely you have to start being nice to me now,” saccharine syllables fell from his lips with a roguish smirk, head turning in tandem to face Annabelle, “We’re stuck in this atrocity together, after all.” 

Anna watched in thinly veiled boredom as the original pressed haplessly at the buttons. As if him pressing them would fix it, obviously it didn’t help. “Me be nice to you? And what, praytell, would be considered me being nice?” she asked, though she didn’t turn to look at him or meet his gaze. Instead she pretended to find something very interesting on the chrome wall across from her.

[annabellerhodes-psl]

The huntress could feel her hands shaking as she dropped the blade, dark hues watching the injured wolf finally run off. A few labored breaths expelled from her lips as she waited just a few more minutes before attempting to get off of the ground in the alleyway she'd stumbled upon the wolf in. Pain shot from the gash on her side and she bit her lip to keep from shouting out. Any amount of adrenaline she had from the fight was finally gone and all of that pain had settled in. And god -- she forgot how much an injury from a werewolf could hurt. Recently the only injuries she had were from the bites that came from a certain original that she could barely stand to be around. Her own martyrdom shocking her in a way when she made that deal many months ago. Her being the 'willing' blood bag to the infuriating male to hopefully save innocents from suffering at his dangerous fangs. Just the thought of it made bile rise in her throat. Her siblings would really let her have it if they knew just what she was doing when she disappeared for hours. If they could see her pinned against a surface with Noah Bordeaux's head buried in her neck or his lips pressed against her wrist. Anyone who didn't know any better would think it a lover's embrace of sorts, but that was another thought that made the bile rise in her throat.

Anna made her way out of the alley, one hand holding onto the brick buildings while the other clutched at the wound on her side that was bleeding quite profusely. Where could she go to get healed up? She could go see Xavier, he'd give her a decent patch job, but he would also be pissed to see her in such a condition. She knew she was really close to BITE and maybe Rowan was still in, he'd heal her in a heartbeat. With that decision in mind she turned the corner to make her way to BITE. She hoped Rowan was still in at least. And god forbid -- she did NOT want to run into Noah, she wasn't in the mood for his particular brand of sarcasm tonight.

Heels clicked on the floor as she walked in the front door, her hand covered in blood as she made her way to the elevator. She used her clean hand to hit the button for it to come down. And once those doors dinged it was obvious that the gods were against her because the doors slid open and her dark hues met those infuriating blues that she hated. Noah Bordeaux. Great.