After what must have been seventeen years and twenty one days, The Bartender finally came around to Wes, sliding the dressed Bottle his way before turning around quickly to address the many others who waited impatiently for their thirsts to be quenched. It was a far cry from the questionable yet friendly feel of the little roadside dive, but what could he expect? It was obvious the establishment was extremely popular, what bothered him were just how many marks he had suddenly seen himself surrounded by as he leaned on the counter and took a nice long swig, Ava still in his eyesight the entire time, attempting to hide the look of concern behind the bottle and his hand. He couldn't help but begin arguing to himself amongst the privacy of his own thoughts, which were slowly beginning to be invaded by the loud music and the overlapping voices around him.<br/><br/>He had faith in her contact, and it was nice to at least know they were in the right place, but just as with the ever so friendly Grunch situation, the lack of complete numbers and just how incredibly under equipped they were brought an annoyed huff from his chest. It wasn't like he could have known, at least that's what Wes kept telling himself as he adjusted his position to allow another Marked Vampire to pass him, beer in his hand and woman in his arm, smiling ear to ear as they disappeared off through the crowds. The Hunter found himself fighting every single urge pulling at him to follow and give chase, pull out the blood suckers fangs and save the poor soul that had no idea she was literally being embraced by death. More and more, The Eccentric Club was turning into a Slaughter House in his eyes and it began to bring about a sickened feeling in his stomach, and as Wes was about to move he felt a familiar vibration in his pocket, reaching in and nearly dropping it as his eyes met the screen.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">*******<br/>
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<b>1 New Message from: Babe<br/>
2 guys waiting for us outside work please hurry<br/>
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Wes must have broken every single traffic law written in the course of that ten minute mad dash, weaving in and out of traffic and blowing passed every single red light and stop sign along the way. With his heart racing wildly, feeling as if it was about to fly through his Rib Cage Wes tore into the empty parking lot, head lights illuminating Elyse's small black Escape, doors open and no sign of the two in sight. Wes absolutely hated that she chose to close almost every night, The Clock on the radio reading 11:43 and The Tiny Record Shop unlit and shuttered for the night as his eyes frantically began to search around. In a panic, all he could think to do was attempt and call her phone, tires squealing loudly as he took the corner.<br/>
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<b>You have reached the ma-<br/>
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Wes threw his phone to the passenger seat in frustration as his head lights caught the back alley, and a single form disappearing behind the wall. Wes didn't think twice as he sped up and nearly smashed into the wall as he slammed the brakes and the truck came sliding to a halt. He could see them, He had no idea what Eryn had grabbed hold of but she swung with all of her might at The Two Hooded Men that were attempting to advance on them, and as soon as Wes caught sight of Elyse attempting to fight off their assailants as well his vision turned completely Red. <i><b>"Get the fuck away from them!" </b></i>Wes' words were almost Primal, deeply enraged as he reached under the steering wheel to The Holster below it, drawing his firearm and firing a single warning shot into the air before taking aim. The Two Figures immediately stopped their advance, and the closest to the two slowly began to raise his arms in the air, turning on his heel to face The Enraged Man who had come to their rescue.<br/>
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Those Icy Blue Eyes didn't show any fear, and a small smile began to form on Dresdens face as he tilted his head curiously to the side. "Easy there, Boss. No need for that." His voice didn't waver as well, even staring down the barrel of The Mans Gun Dresden kept his composure, and even slowly began to saunter forward, both hands raised as he surveyed The Man in front of him. "Let's all just take a nice step back here, and cool our heads, yeah?". Dresden glanced over his shoulder to The One beside him, his arms were raised as well but he could smell the panic that was beginning to set in from him. "Hey, Relax. Let me handle this." He muttered lightly, catching his nephews worried gaze as he turned his head to look at him.<br/>
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It was sloppy how they went about his first "Hunt" but the poor boy had to start somewhere, right? Dresden wouldn't be there to hold his hand forever, and maybe it was just that blissfully unaware excitement that shined in Marco's eyes that brought him out that night with him. The young lad had only come of age two weeks earlier, his blood was raging wildly, and he had so much to learn about their kind. His powers were just beginning to even out, he was learning to properly control himself, to begin to let the blood take over completely as The Boy began to turn into A Man. This was the exact reason he'd decided to tag along that night, to make sure he wouldn't end up getting in over his head should something end up going wrong. Dresden knew he could handle himself, The Man in front of him was already dead the dumbass just didn't know it yet, but it would be one fatal mistake from Marco that set this terrible chain of events in motion.<br/>
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<i>"Fuck off. Both of you back away from them slowly, you even so much as look at either of them I'm painting these walls with your fucking brains, got it?" </i>The Fire was clearly burning in Wes' eyes as he stared daggers into both of them, his attention was only pulled away for a second, if that, finding Elyse as she watched the scene unfold, both hands covering up the slight bump that had begun to make itself known on her abdomen. "<i>Babe, Hey. It's going to be alri-" </i>Wes wouldn't get a chance to finish his sentence as Marco quickly turned, over confident in his abilities he began to make a mad dash for Wes. Who knew what The Hell that boy was thinking, whether he truly thought he could take him down before the bullets left the chamber or he just wanted to Impress Dresden, it would end up being the last decision he would make as Wes Fired with pinpoint accuracy, several shots finding their way into The Boys chest, and the fatal one finding the jugular as it pierced right through the Cartaroid Artery.<br/>
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Those Icy Blue eyes could see those bullets traveling, almost as if they moved in slow motion before they buried themselves into his Nephew, eyes wide in shock as he screamed out his name. Without a second thought, Dresden was on Wes before the casing ever hit the floor, grabbing his wrist and arm, smashing downwards with all of his might onto the hood of The Truck as Wes released a shocked yelp of pain, the gun going flying from his hand along with the sickening sound of bones breaking. Wes had no idea what happened after that, as soon as he blinked and glanced down to the hefty dent that had been left in the hood and his now broken arm, They had both disappeared. The only trace of their existence were the droplets of blood that painted the pavement. It must have been the shock of adrenaline from the situation, from the few shots he fired as The Boy tried to rush him, that was what it had to be. Wes didn't even see The Other Man come up and disarm him, the shock of the sudden pain of his broken arm and wrist must have blinded him as they made their escape. Nobody was that fast, it was impossible. Right?<br/>
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Even with the agonizing pain he felt himself in, Wes's eyes immediately went to the two women who stared in just as much shock, and found themselves locked on Elyse as he tried to stumble his way forward. <br/>
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<i>"It's going to be okay, Elyse."<br/>
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</i>​</div>No. Not right now, this wasn't happening to him. Wes shut his eyes quickly, giving a few shakes of the head before cautiously opening his eyes and reading the text as it truly appeared. It must have been his body truly beginning to take in the physical toll it had been through earlier, the rush of adrenaline that had finally completely worn off. Or maybe it was the scent of all the fresh blood that surrounded him, the hallucinations always came on when he needed to feed soon. It was like it's own beast that swelled within him, screaming to be satisfied, that painful reminder that he wasn't what he thought he was anymore, no matter how much he tried to deny it and ignore it. The Blood was a part of him now, and the more he rejected it, the more it began to fight back at him. It would have to wait, this wasn't the place nor the time to start slipping. Wes inhaled deeply, bringing his drink back to his lips as he took a long swig, emptying the bottle almost completely before he placed it down on The Counter and began to weave his way through the crowds. This was now, He was here, this is what he needed to do, get the job done. . .Keep Ava safe. Wes forcefully shoved back those Demons that kept trying to drag him down into that deep dark abyss, and soon enough he found himself nearing the restrooms and his eyes found her familiar figure waiting there for him.<br/><br/>And Wes once again, put on his best acting face. With that devilish little half smirk he observed her "change" of appearance that he'd somehow managed to not really make note of earlier, tracing up her outfit, over exposed midriff before finally finding the pools of green that graced her facial features. He resisted the urge to make some kind of groan worthy comment, it wasn't the time for it. They were both here to work, get information and hopefully, get the hell out of this death trap before anything had the chance to go south. . .God damn it, Wes. "<i>Sure your new boyfriend won't be mad you called me over instead of him?" </i>He muttered lightly, just enough to tease at The Woman before he shook his head and made his way to her, hugging the opposite wall, giving her a polite little nod and just as she did, glancing down at his phone as he pretended to be occupied while he paced back and forth slowly.<i>"Alright. What do you need me to do?"</i>