black beauty.

His eyebrows rose at her words. Not only because it wasn’t something he knew, but because of what she chose to start with. Talking about chloroform with a stranger would make some uneasy. “I didn’t know that,” he told her. Another pause before, “Sounds ironic.” Brilliant at poisons, but enjoyed giving life. That had to be a new one, but he understood what she meant all the same. “How’d you find out you were good with poisons?” That wasn’t something he thought someone could stumble upon.

Hence why he almost let out a noise of discomfort – which mostly resembled a whine – when those fingers slowly drifted away. But he didn’t. Self control is something he’s been practicing for centuries, after all. Nevertheless, upon hearing Syvia’s suggestion, he arched an eyebrow. “Is this going to be another surprise?” Noah asked as he took the woman’s hand in his, accepting the invitation.

That simper painted so intricately upon soften-down features has extended upon the acknowledgment of his words, and his palm being placed in her own. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” And as she said this, a brow is arched blithely.

“What the hell?” He exclaimed, kneeling down and running fingers over the slash no bigger than four inches. Completely dumbfounded, he looked up toward the woman. “Did you actually see it happen?”

Kneeling down very slightly upon boney knees, her palm finds the gash once more and runs elongated slender digits over the rubber of the tire. “Looks intentional.” Wouldn’t need a forensics scientist for this autopsy--- it was conspicuous.         “Seems like you’ve really pissed someone off, mi amigo..”

But he did not wish to disturb her, nor did he want to force her to do anything she was not comfortable with so he stood idle in his position. The corner of his lips quirking upwards slightly, showing her an inviting and warm smile. It was his way of nodding for her to continue. And that she did, for her hands found both his cheeks and the smile upon his lips stretched a bit wider. The vampire could sense she was trying to control her powers, but he waited patiently until warmth left the sides of his face. 

Hearing those words – how genuine they were spoken – made Noah feel a bit lighter. It felt odd, seeing as he was not particularly looking for an enticing stranger’s trust to begin with – but the feeling in his chest made it feel as if this was where he was meant to be tonight. It felt incredibly surreal. Almost identical, if not a bit more powerful than the time Abha offered him the world.

She gazed at his teeth, which had extended far lower than the others and were about as sharp as a razor, perhaps even more so. With the opposite palm from which he were holding, she traced her finger onto the ivory hue of his fang. When he detracted them, her wrist fell back down slowly, but never did her orbs leave that of his. “I won’t be your Bella Swan.” And there, that simper holding back mellifluous laughter ghosts itself upon cherry lips.             “—But that’s only because I don’t have insufferable stutters.”

Glancing down at their entwined fingers, she flips his wrist over, studying the shape of his forearm. He has veins, and bones, tissue, flesh— he seemed alive, though she weren’t sure if vampires being dead were just apart of the fable of Dracula. Pulling hesitantly her palm away from his, she allows for it to linger over the warm embrace of his skin until she places her grasp higher up upon his arm— her hand now laying at the crease of his elbow. 

He laughed wholeheartedly at the reference and nodded. He could get her out of the woods - it would be better if they could go somewhere more private, anyway, somewhere where they wouldn’t be interrupted

But then, she just had to ask an inconvenient question. Answer too poorly, and perhaps she would start doubting him again.

“Show me one person who tells you that they haven’t hurt anyone before, and I’ll show you a liar,” he said. “I follow my nature, that’s all.”

“Bridal style?” And while it may have, in a literal sense, been a question, she did not mean for it to be so. Instead, it was a mere lighthearted joke that had danced across rosey lips. 

With soft movement, she adjusted her figure from her leaning position on the heavy duty frame of the man’s truck to standing properly.”I actually saw that your tires got murdered.” Her petite finger taps the rubber of the slashed tire--- that had all but gone flat. 

Noah’s eyes watched fondly as the other drank straight from the bottle. It made him grin and shake his head slightly. His hands busied themselves with finding two glasses inside his picnic basket before he gently took the bottle of Viniq wine from Syvia’s hands in order to pour them both a drink. His ministrations came to a slow stop when he felt the warmth of the other’s breath right by his ear.

“And you,” he echoed, wishing his voice to sound as affectionate as he’s grown to feel about the woman beside him. 

                                       “You’d be surprised what all I’m interested in.”

Shifting her physique to face him, she’s sitting upon her knees and one palm is softly caressing the nape of his neck like that of a breeze and she cocks her head upon her left shoulder. Her hand falters and then faded down to it’s original position. “I thought I’d show something to you--- if you’d be willing.” Voiced timbre’s are gentle and inviting and the same palm to show light fingered affection is held out for him to take. 

This was easily the part he hated the most. He’d known hunters who were experts in extracting information. Hunters who enjoyed torturing blood-suckers, got off on it. Henry, however, was a little too empathetic to feel pleasure from it. He was able to detach himself, but he hated it nonetheless.

In one of the abandoned farm buildings by the road, he’d managed to capture and contain a vampire. This specific fiend had a brand on his neck, a symbol from a former family he’d been involved in. It was a symbol Henry knew well, one of the only clue he had from the vampires who killed his family. 

Tied to a broken, wooden chair with chains woven in vervain, the vampire sat glaring at Henry. The hunter held a knife in his hand, watching as the wounds he’d inflicted only moments ago heal over. As much as he didn’t like the torturing, the vampire’s smart mouth had made him stab the fiend viciously a few times. They were both rather exhausted from the exchange and sat in a staring match.

“You want information?” The vampire growled, pulling against his constrains and hissing in pain. “I can tell you all about that cute little cunt sister of you–” Henry jumped at his hostage, punching him across the face before grabbing a fistful of his hair and pressing the tip of his blade against the vampire’s throat.

“Go ahead, and then I’ll rip out your voice box,” Henry snarled.

The brunette found comfort, strangely enough, in such weather. Perhaps it was because forest green hues had seen much more horrid things to materialize; that the thick, even suffocating, fogginess seemed to hold hilarity. Thus, the soothing amenity that the climate emitted made a desire tingle in her veins and she furthermore found herself driving  in a cherry violently bright Packard 120 known very original to it’s 1940′s era. 

Being that it was an antique car may have added to the typical problems to the engine--- and she’s driving with her knees, eyes open but arms up in the air like a sparrow, when alas it, at it’s most convenient time, wallows into itself and dies like a depression. 

Petite and rather boney palms do not reach for the wheel; they know what’s going to transpire. The car roars to a complete stop and gives out one last cough before meeting it’s fate. If it were a person, a doctor could diagnosed tuberculous to be the cause with how much expelled air crackled. 

Luckily--- but perhaps just too luckily--- there is a dilapidated barn laying hunched to the side and abandoned like a child and... she felt for it. What a sad building it looked of, once loved and cared for, left to rot with the rest of the world. She found herself drawn to it and emerged from blooming red structure and into the barn within a few short minutes.

When the brunette finishes consuming a rather adequate amount, she turns to face him and her eyes are bright and the ghost of a smile is whispering words--- that sting like sweet toxins--- into his ear.                                    “---And me.”

Snapping her attention back towards Syvia as she expertly rose from her seat, Emilia couldn’t help but let her gaze fall to the girls footing in an attempt to warn her if her toes were to come in collision with an object or crevasse. “Oh, I’d like a coffee, if that’s okay with you,” she pauses, letting her hazel hues take in the bowl of peanuts before her to which she waves off with a small swipe of her hand. “—but, shouldn’t you be sitting down?” Her tone reflected the worry in her features, not wanting the stranger to injure herself further by fetching something Emilia could easily go without.

Forest green hues are scanning outside at the traffic of individuals making their way either out or in, and just as she’d thought, her eyes landed on that of a diner not too far from the building both brunettes stood in. “There is a diner over there, though, that might better be able to help you. I could go with you--- if you’d like.” Her boss practically never was quite around, thus, he wouldn't miss her too much.

She was very confident of her own abilities at finding poisons that could affect a vampire. No need to enlighten her about the difficulty of that. She wasn’t as wrong about her own power as he would like, though - as a witch, even a woefully ignorant one, she could cause harm to him.

“I keep my word,” he said. At least, he tried to give the appearance of doing so. He shrugged, shifting impatiently. He could almost taste her blood on his tongue, but to have to justify himself, help her work through all her doubts…

Her words were hiding behind tinted lips, but alas they found their way out and she requested, “Can we get me somewhere a bit more---” Upon her sentiments, she picked up surrounding leaves that had fallen from the brisk wintry weather, to fall among the soil for new life to spring. “--comfortable, before you go all Hannibal Lector on me.” The ending portion was abundantly immaculate with light hearted teasing, as such was painted among intricate features. 

The man sitting in front of her didn’t seem like one to hold callous cruelty unless truly provoked; his eyes sometimes reflected softness that was unintentional within them and his jaw--- when resting--- wasn’t as chiseled as when he spoke. Many probably felt intimidated by this man of rather detailed handsomeness, but she allowed for such to not occur. 

Mack knew that feeling. It was why he never ventured out into much else. He needed to pay his bills. He let out an approving hum when she mentioned her real intention. “Being a plant lady sounds fun,” he commented. Mack remembered passing a floral shop not too far from here, but at least she didn’t want another bar. “What makes you want to do that though?”

Upon his words registering, she’s benignly laughing with a gentle simper glowing on that of sharp features. “Did you know that chloroform is actually made from a plant?” She’s quirking a brow, inviting him into her world for a slight second. “Red and green seaweeds---- they make an organic compound with the formula CHCl3.” She pauses for a single moment to allow for her words to sink in before adding, “I used to be brilliant in the art of making poisons...                                     Also, I find giving life to other things comforting.” 

Interesting that she seemed wary, but not panicky. As though it was an every day occurrence to be attacked by a wolf and approached by a strange man. He rather approved of her courage.

Hissing slithers out her lips like a callous snake and she’s fluttering her eyes shut. “Okay.” They’re open again and forest green hues are soft but staring directly into darkened one’s. “But the foundation of any type of liaison is trust.” Her brows are arched once more, this time higher and they’re hinting at something evident into her words.