The disarray of his home would have stopped Noah from letting any guests in his apartment, but this wasn't a guest. It didn't stop him from feeling a hint of shame letting the stranger see the state of his living situation, even if he was a monster. Actually, that almost made it worse. He felt like a vampire would have more than enough reason to look down on him, but this only added to those reasons and made it worse. He wanted to tidy up, but there wasn't much he could do with a lack of furniture and being now confined to the small indoor space.<br/><br/>As if to remind him of just how trapped he was, he heard shuffling and scratching outside the door, a predator of some sort sorely discovering it had no hope of breaking in. He had no idea how long they'd all linger, but the last time he bled, he'd been locked up for two months. At the end of which he had to move quickly with every method of hiding his scent at his disposal. The only comfort he ever had at times like this was knowing that an attack on a neighbor or anyone nearby was about as likely as a shark attack. They were all there for him-- most didn't even want to give another human a second glance.<br/><br/>When the vampire didn't immediately jump on him like he was expecting, it left Noah in an anxious limbo of waiting, wondering when he'd make his move. Noah wasn't by any means strong; he stood at average height and was only at a healthy fit, not strong. Even though he wanted to put up a fight he didn't stand a chance against anything with supernatural strength or speed. He'd only lasted so long with all his methods of<i>hiding</i>.<br/><br/>His feeble attempt at deterring the idea of feeding didn't work, to no one's surprise. Noah's back stayed pressed against the door, but that provided him no comfort knowing what might lurk on the other side of the wood or wards. His eyes instinctively went over all the marks again and he let out a slow breath. But as soon as the vampire started toward him, he had Noah's full and undivided attention. He wanted to melt into the door, or disappear into a mist. His heart raced like that of a cornered animal and he felt very much like the rabbit he was called in the face of a wolf. "Stop...." His voice was weaker than he meant it, hardly threatening.<br/><br/>He jerked his hand away to hide it behind him, eyes narrowing and teeth baring like a wild animal. "Don't touch me," This time he managed to push a bit of command into his voice. "If you hurt me--" what was he supposed to finish that threat off with? He felt helpless.