Definitely NOT a reaction the narcissistic sociopath was USED TO GETTING – internally she scolded herself for touching. This wasn’t a night on the town at some bar picking up slutty bimbos (though she was very much drunk), this was a SERIOUS situation. She just didn’t know how to take anything seriously. Ego sufficiently battered, her fingers curled away from Madison’s knee like a dying spider’s legs – recoiling into her palm. Redhead teetered on the idea of apologizing, but decided against it. Pride couldn’t take another BEATING.
SILENCE was all Helena offered in response. Teeth chomping down on the insides of her cheeks until she could taste the familiar tang of iron on her tongue – She DRUNKENLY pushed her small, heavy body off the center-console, fumbling with the handle to the car before finally escaping it’s clutches. For the first time tonight she was ALMOST REGRETTING getting wasted.
Small hands were stuffed into the pockets of her baggy, tattered jeans, and she was speeding the pace of her STUMBLING. Following after Blondie – trying her damnedest not to trip over her own goddamn feet. “Whatever ya say, princess.” Feeling her pack of smokes ‘neath fingertips, she plucked them out, flipped the box open and perched one upon her lips. “So what exactly’re we lookin’ for?” Finding her lighter she lit up the cigarette and GREEDILY sucked chemicals into her lungs – TOOK OFF THE EDGE. Helena was now being very deliberate in her actions. At the end of the day the chick was helping her out, no need to PUSH LIMITS. If she had to act “different” for a few hours to get the protection she needed, so-be-it. She’d keep her hands, and other body parts TO HERSELF. Keep the anti-Christ off her ass. Kill off daddy. Be free. Then she could do whatever the fuck she wanted with whoever the fuck she wanted.
IT WASN’T PERSONAL — an automatic fear response that had been programmed deep into the marrow of her bones . didn’t particularly care when she wasn’t offered an apology . wouldn’t give one herself , either , whether she should or not . ( wasn’t this chicks fault that even the lightest touch hurled her directly into that ever - present fight or flight mode . whether it was appropriate to be trying to feel her up right now or not . ) she’d pull open the door — made sure she was being followed . took a deep breath . an attempt to brace herself for what she’d be leading this unsuspecting ( and very drunk ) woman through .
first was the kitchen , though , and that was still clear . && yet , she found her gaze flickering across the room . CHECKING for anything out of place — anything hiding . still came up empty . “ spell books . they’re in the headmistress’s office . we’ll see what we need from there . ” heels clicked against wooden floors as she navigated familiar halls . trying to decide just what she should tell the other . ( didn’t want to risk her getting herself hurt when she saw the devastation . the dozen bodies that scattered the floor . ) finally would halt just outside the door — glanced back towards the other . “ alright , look , i get that you’re probably the TOUGH BITCH type like me , but i’m gonna tell you to not freak out anyways , because — most normal people don’t deal with this shit . && if you DO decide to freak , i will take control of your mind && force you to forget it . ” head canted slightly , arms crossed as she’d assess the other . “ just remember . this is why you should be scared of whatever the fuck was after you . just in case you couldn’t already tell . ”
&& with that , she would push open the door . reveal the carnage of the day . bodies sprawled across the room . some she knew && others she’d only seen in passing . all witches . most just CHILDREN . but she’d push herself through the mess — carefully stepped around the corpses . kept an eye on helena as she did . more than willing to make good on her promise to use her powers .
