For those few moments, The Hunter was glad he was hidden behind the warm neon glow of a phone screen. To be able to hide that embarrassed little smirk he had while he sang and the flush of color that he could feel on his face. It was strange, he had truly gone all out at that bar with very little restraint and yet here he was like some love sick teenager with a guitar in his hands all over again. Her words served to brighten that smile up a bit more as he chuckled under his breath, fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose as he inhaled deeply and shook his head, still in disbelief that he'd actually gone through with the act. His fingers began to play about with the strings, playfully searching for the right notes as he teased starting up The Pina Colada song before giving a hearty laugh.<br/><br/><i>"Nah nah, no trouble at all. . .just missed the sound of your voice. Had to apologize because, well, haven't really done this sort of thing in a long long time. Didn't wanna end up killing you from the silliness." </i>Wes' voice held a soft, playful tone. He wasn't really thinking of his words, he simply allowed them to come straight from the heart, unfiltered.<i>"Gotta admit though, that night out does sound tempting." </i>Wes chuckled under his breath. His mind was screaming at him to shut up, but that smile and warmth he felt rising in his chest simply didn't allow him that ability.<i>"Anyway. . .How's your night going? Assuming you're all bundled up and ready for bed?" </i>Wes finally lay the guitar down beside him, letting himself lean forward to rest his elbows against his knees as his eyes took in the peaceful Bayou Night, letting the phone rest on speaker next to him. It wasn't exactly having her there right beside him, but for the moment, it would do. He wanted to continue, express his desire to bundle her up in his arms instead and be the one who held her safely until she fell asleep. But he simply waited for that Angelic voice on the other end of the line to grace his presence again.<br/><br/><i>"Before I end up forgetting. Figured I'd let you know you won't be able to reach me most of tomorrow morning. Hoping to be back in "civilization" by the afternoon but...well, to find where I need to go I need to get lost first." </i>It was as cryptic as could be, but Wes truly couldn't find the words to better describe the path to his "Good Friends" charming little patch of nowhere.<i>"But I'll give you one last call before I head out, and I'll let you know when I'm back first chance I get. Try not to have too much fun without me, yeah?" </i>That smirk could probably be heard in his tone of voice, but he did his best to make sure that she wouldn't end up too worried about him. Wes could handle himself, somehow managing to survive his own suicidal terribly thought out plans before Ava had shown up. But he now had extra reason to take care, he wouldn't admit it outright, but that thought of leaving her alone. . .never seeing that smile again. It was powerful motivation to make sure he made it back in one piece. He gave a warm chuckle, finally picking up his guitar along with his phone as he closed up The Tail Gate and made his way over to the back of The Truck.<br/><br/>"<i>I'd be lying if I said it wasn't tempting to make a quick detour before I leave. Not too far off from your neck of the woods, I'm not the young athletic teenage heart throb I used to be, but think I could still climb a sturdy limb or two up to your window without breaking something." </i>Wes gave a hearty laugh, opening up the back door and letting himself slide in to the decent comfort provided by the cushioned seats, laying himself down and letting himself begin to lazily strum a few random chords, the phone kept safe and secure in the cup holder facing himself, resting one leg over the other as he got himself situated in, occasional smirk and glance given over to the glowing screen whenever her voice came through. He'd kill for her to actually be there in his company instead, their separation was required, especially after hitting two high profile areas in eachothers company and eventually they would have the focus shifted onto them. A Lone Hunter was never an issue, could be easily dealt with, but a pair? Especially beginning to become so closely bonded? It would raise problems. And it's precisely what brought that discontent growl forward as icy blue eyes surveyed the glowing wall of monitors.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">**********<br/>​</div>The tension that filled that darkened room was almost suffocating, completely silent save for the occasional tapping from keyboards and the clearing of ones throat. Surrounding them, shattered glass, computers, and CCTV Monitors made their home on the floor, the walls dented from the objects violently colliding with them before falling to their final resting place. The explosion of rage had ended long ago but the uneasy uncertainty still hung heavy in the air, and there he sat, hand bloodied, however it didn't seem to be his own, Dresden seemed to ignore it even as it slowly made it's way down the exposed flesh of his wrist and forearm. The silence was interrupted by a sudden strained gasp, the heels that lay pressed heavily against the wounded Ezra's windpipe finally pulling itself back to allow him some reprieve.<br/><br/>"Start from the beginning again, I'm....I'm still trying to get this through my head." Dresden gave a huff as he leaned forward, those cold eyes locked right onto the gasping Ezra as he tilted his head to the side, grinding his teeth for a moment or two as his attention darted between The Monitors still left functioning on The Walls and The Red Haired Beauty that slowly began to make her way back to his side. "You failed to identify not just one, but Two Hunters making their way in. And then, you let one em' get the drop on you. Can I ask you something, Ezra?" Dresden let himself lean back, slicking dark hair neatly back as he continued to stare daggers into The Injured Vampire. "Have I not....have I not been fair to you? Fair to your group? I mean, I come in here. Provide this little set up out of....out of the<i>kindness </i>of my heart. Get you knuckle draggers off the streets and literally bring the feast to you. And all I ask, all I ask in return. Is don't fuck up." Dresden began to give a chuckle, shaking his head as that bloody hand made it to his forehead, painted fingertips running lines over his forehead before his eyes finally took focus of the droplets running down his arm.<br/><br/>"And somehow, you fuck up. You fuck up big. You let em' stick ya and bleed you like a pig, and you have the fuckin' audacity.<b>The fuckin' audacity </b>to not just die right there. No, you gotta make a big fuckin mess instead and ruin my fuckin carpeting,<i>very </i>expensive, by the way." That Twisted smirk came forward, shaking bloody finger at him a few times before he shot up, the chair he was sitting in sent flying into whatever remained of The still functioning monitors with a loud crash. "And you<b>LET </b>them get away, you let em take your phone and all the sensitive shit you were stupid enough to keep on it. Oh, and I see that look, your eyes might be gone, but I see it...I...I see that<b>FUCKIN </b>way you're looking at me!" Dresdens tone became more manic, getting down on his hands and knees to come face to face with Ezra as he attempted to whimper and form words, all that made their way forward were pained grunts and groans from blood stained mouth. Even if he wanted to plead his case, with a broken jaw and no tongue he'd never have the chance to.<br/><br/>Dresden stared into the bloody empty sockets that used to hold Ezra's eyes, angered huffs given with each breath brought his bloody hand forward and gripped his hair tightly, pulling back and forcing Ezra to "Look" at him. Dresden began to speak in a mocking tone "Oh, Luke was there too, Luke let em get away oh Dresden please this ain't fair, AH shut the fuck up. You know what Luke does? Luke gets a good look at both of em. He shatters his phone, doesn't give em anything. And he shakes it off. He cracks his knuckles, and he gets to fuckin' work." Dresden couldn't stay as upset as he wanted to be, he had told Luke specifically to keep his eyes open, get the job done. But when he arrived, and Dresden saw that look in his eyes along with that bloody twisted smirk he knew that he didn't need to say anything, Luke was away and gone without a word and he knew that Hell was going to come to those Two Hunters. "What do you do, Ezra?" Dresden leaned forward, brows furrowed in curiosity as he brought his ear closer to Ezra to hear the garbled groans he attempted to get out. "Sorry, I didn't catch that. . ." He leaned in closer a final time before he tightened his grip on his Ezra's hair and began to slam whatever remained of his face violently into the floor, between each slam, bringing him back up and repeating his question until Ezra's body had gone completely limp and all that remained of his face was a finely ground mess.<br/><br/>Once satisfied, Dresden let himself sit up on his knees, inhaling deeply with a twisted laugh as he leaned his head back, letting his neck roll for a moment before he felt Elyse's gentle touch upon his head, fingers running their way through his hair and slicking it back for him as those glowing green pools of color shone down at him. With Luke hot on the trail and Ezra taken care of, he could feel the "Stress" melting off of his shoulders already. Or perhaps that was the work of the painted lips leaning downwards and pressing themselves to his in loving embrace, soft pale palm moving over his cheek and jawline as he let a satisfied moan leave his chest. As the years had passed, he had grown to enjoy his decision to keep her for his own more and more. He hadn't expected the blood to take to her so well, for each memory he pulled away with each feeding to come so easily, she had taken to his mannerisms nearly perfectly. An extension of his own cruelty and cold cunning. His other half. Maybe one day he'd go back to that grave hidden out deep in the Bayou, and thank the foolish man who had given her to him.