It didn't take very long for the violent trashing within The Water to finally come to a stop, and once again an eerie calm surrounded The Hunter as he laid on the old wooden bottom of The Boat. Eyes closed as he inhaled deeply, The Stench of The Vampires blood still weighing heavy on his senses. There was something to be said about the way he went about these things, the brutal and cold manner in which he operated to dispose of The Things that went Bump in The Night. The act of extreme violence and cruelty may have seemed sadistic from any other point of view, twisted and evil had it not been for what that man truly was, the pain he had brought upon others, and who could tell how many lives he had taken. Wes didn't choose to dwell with these bothersome details, in his mind, he'd done The World a favor by disposing of him.<br/><br/>Wes kept his phone rested on his chest as he cleared his throat, reaching over to the various belongings he'd taken from his Target before wrapping him in chains and using him as a Fishing Lure. There wasn't much, a decent amount of Cash in his wallet along with various cards and folded up phone numbers delicately sealed with lipstick kisses. The Hunter had better luck with his phone, taking his time scrolling through the various applications and logged conversations, it wasn't until he'd began scrolling the contacts that his interest was peaked. The Contact read "Pest Control", and directly beside it lay the familiar visage of The Blooded Vampire that they had encountered back at The Club. It immediately brought him crashing back down to reality as he muttered curses under his breath, he'd been doing his best to shove that gargled choked laughter out of his head. The eyes that had him locked in, taking in every single detail, marking him for death. It caused him to begin rethinking his entire approach.<br/><br/>If that. . .thing, could laugh off a slit throat and still have enough strength left after bleeding out to put up a struggle, what was Dresden capable of? His plan that night back at The Shifter Den was a single shot to the spine, but what if he missed? What if Dresden was too fast? What if that bullet didn't even have it's desired effect? Wes would have been torn apart, no grand justice served, just another tally on Dresdens list. Maybe, just maybe. . .Ava had saved his life, had it not been for her presence that night, "ruining" his oh so well thought out plans. Wes suddenly had a second chance, and no longer did he have to go about these dark dealings on his own. He still hadn't thanked her for extending her offer of assistance, and for pulling him out of The Dark Pit he was beginning to find himself falling into, he did truly owe her his life. Wes began to send himself over the files, along with The Contact information of The Blooded Vampire as his phone vibrated and Ava responded. It took him a moment, warm smile tugging at his features as he read through it.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>Sounds relaxing, wouldn't mind giving me a sneak peek of your newest masterpiece when you get the chance, would you? Gotta admit, feel pretty special. An Expert Grunch Slayer and Honky Tonk Master having the time to talk to some nobody Country Boy from The Middle of Nowhere.</b>​</div><br/>Wes gave a chuckle as he sent the first message, fingers already busy on the second as he paused for a few moments in between, trying to find the right words. It was something he'd come to appreciate, the welcome distraction their conversations provided. No longer worried of how immoral his Hunting Methods were, or how to solve the Problem of taking out The Blooded Vampire and Dresden when the time came. At least for those few moments it was just a screen and a keyboard, and a connection between the two souls behind them.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>I agree. Sorry I already pursued a small one, some small bar nearby. No sign of Scarlett or Dresden, but was able to get a few more locations and contacts to look through, I'll send em your way when I get the chance. There's one more place I need to head to beforehand, but a few more days sounds good...can't wait to hold you in my arms again.</b><br/>​</div>Wes gave a small chuckle, shaking his head as he hit send, giving a content sigh. It was hard to focus on the task that lay ahead when all he could think about was that heart melting smile and warm laughter. And the burning flame of lust that made it even harder.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>Also, before you ask why I'm out here chasing leads without you...there's only so much a Cold Shower can do. Especially when all you can think about are warm hands joining you in it.</b><br/>​</div>With a final little smirk Wes finished his little text frenzy and sat himself up, leaning back against the seat and taking the time to enjoy the rest of The Sunset, the beautiful shades that painted the sky as The Night drew closer and he felt that satisfying warmth of another day drawing to a close. One day closer to holding Ava again in his arms and one day closer to shoving that Blue Eyed Devil into his grave. It was truly tempting, that desire that told him to inform her he wasn't that far away from Mandeville, how he could swoop her right up and just for one night, let their worries disappear. Wes kept himself close by, ready to answer her call if she ever needed it. Anything she required, he'd provide through hell and high water.<br/><br/>Long after he had made it back to dry land, Wes remained out by The Bayou, comfortably situated on The Open Tail Gate of his Truck as he watched the bright moonlight shimmer off The Waters surface. Waiting on the little vibrations to catch his attention as his phone rested beside him, and the dumb fool kept trying to convince himself not to be a corny idiot. It was amazing, only a few hours earlier he had used That Vampire as bait, fed him to Gators and had no reservations or second thoughts, yet he couldn't work up the courage to hit that call button and make a fool of himself. Eventually, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and shaking his head, laughing at himself.<i>"You're such a dumbass." </i>With a final sigh, and a swig of liquid courage, finishing off The Bottle of Jack Daniels from days earlier, Wes finally hit that call button. Each ring bringing a pounding to his heart until he heard the familiar voice on The Other end, a final laugh given before he muttered<i>"Sorry." </i>And his hands began to move over the strings of The Guitar he had finally brought back out of it's case, familiar notes playing as he cleared his throat. And despite the quiet "Sorry" at the beginning, he<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FwhgCEbuZPig&amp;hash=e93cbe61ce095641a49253b61bcb0930" href="https://youtu.be/whgCEbuZPig" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> sang</a>true and unwavering from The Heart.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i>I keep a close watch on this heart of mine.<br/>
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I keep my eyes wide open all the time.<br/>
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I keep the ends out for the ties that bind.<br/>
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Because you're mine, I Walk The Line.<br/>
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I find it very, very easy to be true.<br/>
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I find myself, alone when the day is through.<br/>
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Yes, Ill Admit. That I'm a fool for you.<br/>
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Because you're mine, I Walk The Line.<br/>
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As sure as night is dark and day is light.<br/>
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I keep you on my mind, both day and night.<br/>
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And happiness I've known proves that it's right.<br/>
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Because you're mine, I Walk The Line.<br/>
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You've got a way, to keep me on your side.<br/>
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You give me cause for love that I can't hide.<br/>
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For you I know I'd even try to turn The Tide.<br/>
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Because, you're mine.<br/>
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I Walk The Line.</i><br/>​</div>