She wanted to feel someone else's heart stop in her hands. Who: Anna Malloy and Frankie Discombe What: Guess it's someone else's turn now. When: Sunday after this. Where: The Agency still. Warnings: More violence and AU character deaths.
The scent of blood, human blood was practically a drug to Frankie. Everything about it sent her senses into overdrive, and she just wanted more. It didn't matter that she was already caked in the stuff with a dead body on her lap, her fist still pressed into it's ribcage. It no longer pumped blood out in visceral gushes, and that's what she wanted. Most of the staff had abandoned the area now. Whether out of fear or just to find some weapons it didn't really matter. She wanted someone here now. She wanted to feel someone else's heart stop in her hands.
Plus the fighting helped take her mind off the pain of regrowing the skin that had burned off. She dropped the lifeless corpse of Scarlett onto the ground and stood up, licking blood from her hand. It was enough to drive her to distraction. Her eyes rolled back into her head pleasurably and she stumbled towards the stairs. Now. Who else was around to play with?