Hannah noticed him patting the place next to him. Her eyebrows rose slightly, but shrugged, knowing it couldn’t do any harm, hopefully. Sitting down next to him, she eyed the practically empty bottle with worry. A sober Grayson was enough to deal with, a drunk one was going to be a lot, difficult to handle. Keeping her face calm while he ranted, she watched the bottle fall to the ground, the shards of glass jumping everywhere as it shattered on the ground. She stared at the ground for a few moments, just watching the glass settle on the floor, while he ranted.

Hannah spun around, getting up from the ledge they had been sitting on. Standing behind she pressed her leg against him, until she was sure he’d have been able to feel the blade that was hidden on her pressing into his back. Normally, she would have gone for a more sensitive area, preferably the small cut she’d gotten on him the night before, but she wasn’t about to waste time trying to find that.

“You wanna know who I am? That’s a bit of a shame there, pretty boy-” she whispered to him, putting more venom on the nickname than she meant to. “It doesn’t really matter who I am, all that really matters is what you think. I know you’re very likely suspicious of me for killing your bitch but truly, I wouldn’t have wasted my time on her. She was nothing and neither are you”

Hannah’s smile increased as he retaliated, she wasn’t too thrilled by him stealing her nicknames but oh well, it was amusing either way. But her smile soon dropped at hearing his chuckle. She’d been around people like him for long enough to know it wasn’t good news when they chuckled like that. Especially not for her. But somehow, managed to keep her composure, pushing back the natural instinct to just let it go, apologise and hope he didn’t actually kill her. But by the time he had grabbed her shirt, she knew it was way too late for apologies.

This time, she’d have to figure this one out on her own. There wasn’t Will or Elijah to get in between them and stop them. It was up to her now to try to stay alive. She instinctively grabbed firmly onto his arm, glaring at him. Glancing down slightly, she could almost feel the distance between her and the ground, and it didn’t exactly fill her with hope. A fall from this height would almost definitely kill her, and she wasn't really wanting to die like this. Tearing her eyes away from the ground, her eyes bounced between him and the arm holding her.

Her hand almost immediately reached down, sliding the switchblade into her palm. Flicking it open, she gave him a smirk, before quickly slicing across his hand, pushing her legs down until she could feel the ledge against her shins. Hannah managed to grab onto it, pulling herself back over, dropping to the ground shakily. She looked back at him, glaring before she got up once more. That was it, whatever happened next, that was his fault for starting this shit again. “Okay, pretty boy, let’s do this”

Hannah grinned down at him, clearly seeing the anger on his face. “Didn’t your wife just die? Isn’t that a little too soon to be making moves on another woman?” she teased him. She was too busy letting her ego inflate to realize that he wasn’t just going to give up and let her kill him. She doubted that after all the comments she’d made, that she’d even make it out alive. Obviously it wasn’t an ideal situation, they both know he’d easily take her, but her pride wasn’t about to let him know that.

Her head tilted slightly in confusion as he spoke, realizing too late what he meant. She swore under her breath as he ripped the blade out of her hand, but suppressed the tiny laugh when he managed to cut himself on it. Idiot. Distracted by his idiocy, she barely saw him moving out from underneath her, finally paying attention once more when she saw him holding the blade in his hand, giving her a look that meant that this was likely going to hurt.

She barely had time to react as he lunged for her, pushing her down in a similar manner as he did earlier. Hannah felt the pressure on her hip, the strong grip holding her wrist down. She knew she couldn’t come anywhere close to beating him when it came down to strength, or skill for that matter. But that didn’t mean that was all she could do. She had her own ways of winning. Many disapproved, some even found it amusing, but all the same, it worked and that was exactly what she intended to do with Grayson.

Hannah couldn’t really do much, her left arm was impossible to use at this point in time, she definitely wasn’t going to be able to get out from underneath him with him holding her down like that. What she had to do was distract him, just enough to get the upper hand. An idea came to her head, it wasn’t ideal, but she figured it was just shocking enough to work. “Hmm, wouldn’t you like to know?” she taunted, trying to stall for a moment while she thought things through. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out if this was just going to get her killed quicker, or be smart enough to give her the upper hand.

Hannah watched him get up, struggling to keep the smug look on her when she realized how upset he was. It was definitely too soon. Although it had worked, it just felt wrong. This whole thing was a mistake. If he didn’t want to kill her even more now, she’d be surprised. Her whole world had gone to shit when she lost everything, but that wasn’t an excuse to make his whole world even more shitty. Sitting up, she turned to face him, unable to even look at him. It wasn’t something she was used to; guilt.

Hannah had lived her life forcing herself to believe that nothing mattered, no matter what she did, at the end of the day, it didn’t make a difference. She believed that if she wasn’t going to enjoy herself, do what she wanted, there wasn’t much point in even doing anything. Sure, that kind of made her a shitty person, but sometimes, just sometimes, she knew when it was time to do the right thing for once. Not for herself, but for others. It was why Elijah put up with her for so long, because being around a good person like that, made her a better person.

Hannah sat quietly, as he responded from her apology. She knew it would have just been a hell of a lot easier if she had received to just stay inside, they could have avoided this whole mess. But even then, the one thing that was bothering her was why he was here. Elijah and Will had literally gone to help him do the preparations and burial of his wife, and he was busy sitting up here, drinking. It didn’t make any sense to her, but at this point in time, she knew it was better to leave it for now, he definitely wasn’t the one who needed to explain himself.

Glancing at his hand, she got up, taking the piece of cloth out of the pocket of her jacket. Hannah usually kept it on her for this exact reason. Sharp blades and anger issues never ended well, especially if she was involved with it somehow. Grabbing his hand, she wiped some of the blood off, trying to avoid the actual wound as much as she could. Once it was more or less clean, she held out her hand for his other hand, where he had managed to cut his palm open.

“Well, not to sound condescending or anything, I didn’t actually know it was you up here. I just saw a person and wanted to make sure it wasn’t an infected or someone who had a bad night. But I don’t really know why I stayed” she told him quietly, focussing on trying to wipe the blood off him, seeing as though it was kind of her fault that he had gotten cut anyway. “But yeah, I think we’re good,” she answered him. Clearing her throat, she glanced at him before back down at his hand.