<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Wes leaned himself back and prepared himself for more questioning as soon as she had digested everything he had just told her. Closing his eyes as he took another sip of the pure black coffee, clearing his throat before deciding that was enough of that. He was already dehydrated and his throat was becoming dry from the exhaustion of the day, reaching over to retrieve some creamer and make the drink a little less punishing. However as she jumped, it caused him to flinch as well, sending some of the mixture splashing onto the table as his brow furrowed in confusion in an instant. Did something startle her? Maybe it was something he said....or maybe it was whatever was in the coffee, a passing glance being given to his own cup before shrugging off the thought. Whatever the answer is caused him to tilt his head curiously as he focused his attention on her, her heavy breathing and that dazed look painted on her face and in her eyes, like she had just ran full speed for longer than even she had realized, trying to escape some kind of unseen threat.<br/>
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<i>"Feelin' alright there, Ava?"</i><br/>
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Millions of thoughts swirled in his head. Had she been injured? Perhaps she had hit her head during their scuffle inside the shifter den, completely missing all the signs of a possible concussion. No that didn't make sense, she was completely aware only a moment ago, answering and reacting with no delay. She seemed to have her wits about her, at least while they were walking through the swamp and even as they had made their way into the diner. Maybe one of the shifters had managed to place a bite on her flesh? No he would have seen it the moment she removed her jumpsuit. Maybe it really was something in the coffee, or she was simply just starting to feel the effects of her adrenaline wearing off after their encounter. Millions of possible scenarios yet no answers were given, and all those different questions in his mind were immediately wiped away as his nostrils flared. The sweet scent of iron overtaking his senses as he quickly buried his face into his arm, giving a few fake coughs, clearing his throat as he tried to play it off as just have proper manners.<br/>
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When was the last time he had fed? He was so entranced with rage and vengeance the shifter blood spilling all around the two earlier had hardly been taken notice of. Immediately that far off look in his eyes returned, if only for a moment. It seemed to last forever to The Hunter however, the tainted blood flowing in his veins wouldn't allow him to forget that night. Especially with <b>her </b>so fresh in his mind now after she had appeared to him yet again as they made their escape from the swampland. Pitch black with only the song of various insects and nocturnal creatures cutting through the air, followed by sickening blows being landed. The sound of blunt steel meeting flesh, cracking skin and bone, thick scent of blood mixed in the humid air stained with the freshly disturbed and dug up earth nearby. Dark figures surrounding the two crumpled broken bodies laying on the ground, almost fusing with the long shadows cast by the trees as the moon shined brightly overhead. The Crunch of footsteps over soil started off slowly at first, growing louder and louder until it seemed to be rumbling the very world around them in deafening shakes. A cold pair of baby blue eyes piercing the darkness before the figure squatted down in front of the two broken bodies presented before him, amused huff being given before his hand reached out, grabbing The Males hair and pulling back so his bloody mangled face met his own.<br/>
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T͟ȩ͈̹̺l̵̤̮̹͇͉̱l̝͖͎͎̙͙ ̣͕̟̟̬͍͚h̷͕̭͕̺̟̣er̬͕̮ ̱͎̀i͔͟t҉̟̠͉͙͇̣̜'͉̪͕̹͚̘͎̀s̤̕ ̙̼̯͇̭͞ͅg͖̩͖̜̳̺̲o̶̫̰̭i̺̜͉͝n̰̦͓̮͍̟̩͟g̥̕ ̜ţ̥̹̱̼̟̼̲o̠͡ ̹̣̳͖̻͎b̳̼̳̪̺ͅe͟ ҉̪͍o̼̫̘kͅa̷̜̻̻̜y͕̥͢<br/>
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The male could hardly move, let alone speak, choking on his own blood but his eyes held deep fear as they focused on the shaking form that lay next to him, pained sobs leaving the woman's lips. <i>". . . .Please, Please don't do this." </i>Shaky words racked with pain were whispered. All it brought was a chuckle from <b>The Blue Eyed Devil </b>as he gathered up his saliva and spat into the injured males face. Pushing his face roughly into the ground and grinding against the coarse soil.<br/>
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<i>Ţ͛̀̓͒ͭḙ̩̩̯͈͙͟l̇͡l̡̟͍̜̳̝̻ͭ͗̍͑̍͗ͯ ̝̗͎͕̒̐̿̾h̸̦̮͍͒̎̓e̵̲̫͈̼ͭr͔̬͇͆̓̍̋̾ ̂ͤ̐i̛͇͓̝̩͓ͤ͑ͬ̄̓̑t̵̞̣̼̘͈̹͒̓͛̅'̣̣̬͖̪̲͐s̼̤͍̠͛̓ͫ̆͊́ ͙̯͆̓͊̏͗͠g̶̼̙̩̻̠o̧ͥ̂̎ͭ̓͆̈i҉̦̤n͔͕ͥ̃͒̈̑ͤg̵̊̀ ̴̭͎̙͎̖̥̎̿̿̀ͅt̲͓̼̯͛̓̽͛o̲̮̪̙ͣ̾ͮ̔͒̓̃ ̢̻͙̙̞̔̄bͯ͐͏̜̟̦͇ê̸̝̟ ͉̭̖̫̟̳̀͊̇ͅŏ͈̤̇ͩk̴̻̐̾ͣͯ́ͯa̧̮̠̫͌͊y͔͇̜͇̮̖̔̿ͭ̔ͭ͞,̺́͌͌ͯ̏̂ ̫̼͚̗́W͖̭͚̋̑͋̄e̲̲̯͉̲̅͠șͥ̓̋͆ͯ͆͢ͅl̖̹̬͈̯̩͒ë̦́͐͆̀ẙ͕͋͜.̪̖͙́</i><br/>
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Sickening toothy grin was given by The Devil before he brought the mans face out of the ground, forcing him to look into Cold Eyes before he brought a hand over his head, digging nails into his own flesh to draw a bit of blood before slowly dragging it across The Broken Mans face, their blood mixing as one before shoving it over his mouth, forcing it over his lips and tongue. The Broken man wasn't going to be granted a quick death, he'd prolong his suffering as long as he could. And he knew the perfect way to do this as in an instant he pinned him to the ground and sank fangs deep into his flesh, The Broken Mans body shaking violently as the pain rushed through his body and he was slowly drained of life. Drawing pained cries from The Woman beside them, tears flowing like rivers as she was powerless to try and stop him from draining The Man she loved.<br/>
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<i>"It's going to be okay, Elyse...."<br/>
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In an instant, all he knew was the soil that choked him, filling his lungs and burying his hog tied body as he weakly tried to struggle against his restraints. Unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to see, unable to hear anything except the deafening silence of the earth that surrounded him. All he could do was scream.<br/>
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Wes shook himself out of his daze, focus once again focused on Ava as she stood up and began to reach around for support, quickly catching her arm with his hands and standing up as well. <i>"Whoa whoa, take it easy. Take your time let me help you." </i>He kept her propped up against him, slowly leading her towards the restrooms and shoving the smell of her blood into the back of his mind, only concerned with helping The Woman however he could.​</div>