<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Wes maintained focus, keeping his attention to the topic at hand and doing very well to hide the deepening hole in his chest after he had viewed that photo. It was only all of a second but he had memorized every single detail of that photo in his most private moments, the only reason he had kept that ancient piece of technology being that he was unable to locate the original, and he was fearful of ever losing the precious memory of The Day they walked into The Doctors office and learned the wonderful news. He wasn't quite sure exactly what it was in her words that actually soothed him, whether it be the tone or simply the words themselves it did manage to bring out a bit of a genuine smile. Almost every waking moment of his time had been spent finding more and more ways to bring him closer to his goal of killing Dresden, well passed the point of obsession. Selfish, unaware of what or who he needed to put down in order to make that goal a reality.<br/>
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And now, here came this strange woman. Strong, professional and well put together, in more ways than one, ruining his plans yet taking the time to buy him a warm meal and a bed in exchange for a few answers she desired. Fiery yet showing signs of compassion, she could have shot him back in The Shifters Den, help or not he was a stranger and she was surrounded by enemies, easily she could have marked him as one no questions asked and that would have been it. She didn't need to actually pay for his meal as she promised along with a warm bed for the night. And most importantly she didn't need to bring two coffees, despite the fact he was already late to their agreed meeting. If that didn't show something going on behind those absolutely beautiful eyes he wasn't quite sure what would. Whether it be simple manners, pity for the poor broken man or maybe that laid back charm and infuriating smirk actually worked some form of magic. Whatever it was, he was grateful for her hospitality and help.<br/>
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<i>"Yeah....we'll track him down."</i><br/>
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What was that in his voice? Traces of hope? Who was to say, it was all replaced with an extremely amused smile and a chuckle as she spoke her next words. He knew there was more behind that hard professional exterior, and it easily began to make that empty feeling in his chest go away, even if just for a moment or two. <i>"Oh, so now you've got jokes. You continue to surprise me, Ava." </i>Bringing his hands together to give a few sarcastic claps, grin still on his face before shaking his head, taking his coffee and finishing off the rest of it as he examined her number once she wrote it down. <i>"No ma'am, I prefer to simply shout as loudly as I can and pray you hear me wherever you are. Besides, you gonna pay my roaming fees?" </i>He gave himself a bit of a stretch in his chair, catching yawn in the palm of his hand before simply giving a few nods while he stood himself up as well, turning to open The Door to his room. <br/>
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"<i>Something stupid without you? Wouldn't dream of it, love."</i><br/>
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Wes gave another amused huff to her Sleeping Beauty comment before stepping into his room and giving a content sigh. Simply standing and taking in his surroundings for a moment before moving to begin cleaning up The Mess he made while scrambling to answer the door. Gathering everything up neatly and throwing his bag onto the bed before he let himself sit on the edge, glancing towards the door before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone, unlocking the screen and being met once more by the ultrasound. Heavy sigh, and broken smile being forced as he stared at it. The Name "Elyse D. Marquez" typed clearly above along with The Doctors name and date of approximate delivery. And that's when he finally let go, shaky breath being given as he locked the screen again and simply let the phone fall to rest on the bed next to him, hands on his knees before running over his head, gripping at his hair tightly and tears beginning to stream slowly down his face. And he had been doing so well, slowly moving forward, one day at a time. Yet the pain never did manage to get any less excruciating every single time the memory was brought back. They were gone, and nothing would ever bring them back, it tore him apart that he could never find the exact location of their graves, along with his own. No memory past those sharp jaws digging into his flesh, and the last image of her desperately reaching out to him before he had awoken back in their home, forced to endure his new curse alone.<br/>
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Wes sat there for a good amount of time, finally remembering "15 minutes, and wiping his face with his sleeves, breathing in a deep shake breath before standing up, tossing his bag over his shoulder as he took one last look at himself in the mirror of the dresser, making sure the tears had all been wiped away before putting back on his face for the day and walking out The door. He had been tempted to stay, take in their "complimentary breakfast." But his late night meal had left him without any appetite, content to simply get away from any form of social interaction for a good long while he tried to shift his focus back to the task at hand. Hopping himself into the Drivers seat of the old black truck and glancing to the necklace hanging on the mirror, giving a small smile before turning the key as the engine roared to life, Radio still blaring loudly from the late night drive.<br/>
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"...<i>Yeah. We'll track him down."</i><br/>
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<i><b>"We'll track those fuckers down. Tear them apart."</b></i><br/>
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Gruff voice called out through the dilapidated structure, light echo of footsteps making their way across the filthy floor, avoiding the rotting carcasses that littered it along with the trash that seemed to have been allowed to pile up for lord knew how long. Behind dark sunglasses cold blue eyes surveyed the carnage, an amused smirk gracing handsome features as he squatted down in front of one of the corpses, observing the bullet wound placed perfectly between the eyes. <i>"I must say I had the bar set </i><b><i>very</i></b><i> low for you bloody savages. . . .But holy fuck this is just </i><b><i>pathetic."  </i></b>Dresden brought himself back up to turn only to be met face to face with the Furious Alpha, eyes burning with rage and huffing up a storm, deep growl resonating in his chest as he stared bullets into The Blood Sucker before him. Yet all he was met with was that same amused smirk that had yet to leave Dresdens face as he removed his sunglasses to meet The Alphas glare.<br/>
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<i>"How can I expect this partnership to move forward properly if your men seem to get blown away like paper in the wind? I'm counting a lot of bodies here yet I don't smell a single drop of blood from the ones who put em' down."</i><br/>
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<i><b>"Fuck you."</b></i><br/>
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It all happened in the blink of an eye, it seemed the blood had already hit the floor before any sound had been made, The Alphas eyes widening before a scream of pain pierced throughout the trashed home and the forest surrounding it. Hidden blade within Dresdens sleeve extended and coated with a thin layer of blood as The Alpha crumbled to his knees in front of him, howling in pain, hands covering bloody crotch, looking to his hands in absolute horror once he realised what had just happened. Dresden once again squatting down so he was eye level with The "Disarmed" Beast in front of him. <i>"You know what happens to a Bad Dog that tries to bite at his owner? We get him fixed....bit of the snippy snip, right? Calms him right down. Turns him into a Good Dog." </i>The smile widened on Dresdens face as he reached an arm out and patted The Alphas head in a mocking manner, The Neutered Mans eyes wide in shock and horror as he kept glancing down to the pool of blood in his hands and below him, distinctive lump of bloody flesh resting smack dab in the middle. <i>"The rest of your guys are mine now, maybe I can turn em into something useful instead of....whatever the hell this is." </i><br/>
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Dresden gave a hearty laugh and a shake of the head, glancing towards the corpses laying on the floor before he placed dark shades back over his eyes, wiping the bloody blade off on The Alphas shirt collar for a few moments before retracting it to its rightful home, standing himself up and making for The Exit as The Alpha continued to howl and groan in pain, collapsing onto his side. As Dresden stepped out onto the front porch the same beautiful redhead  awaited his return, idlely picking at the rotting wood of a support beam and joined by several other men, dressed just as well as The Blue Eyed Devil himself. <br/>
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"By the screams I'm assuming your conversation went well, my love?"<br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Her comment simply drew a toothy smile as he walked up to her, arms outstretched to bring her in close to him, hand moving up to gently move a lock of that beautiful flowing hair and tuck it behind her ear as he leaned downwards and planted a kiss upon her painted lips. "<i>He got the message." </i>Dresden glanced around to The now smoldering pile of ashes, the only remnant from the bonfire and the broken hunting bow that lay nearby it. Giving Elyses' hand a squeeze before walking down the steps and making his way to it, reaching down and bringing it up to himself, a few sniffs to the air being given before brow raised curiously, drawing his interest. The scent in The Home was extremely faint after the passage of time, and overwhelmed by the homes own thick musk and the smell of rotting bodies but it was obvious it belonged to a woman. Yet the weapon he held in his hand held something different, it was subtle, almost non existent but it was there. . . .He'd caught whiff of this scent before somewhere a long time ago. Most intriguing was that it now matched his own, and the company he surrounded himself with.<br/>
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 What the hell was a Vampire doing out here in the middle of nowhere slaughtering shifters with a human?<br/>
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