Despite Wes being the one who called for them to pick up the pace, his eyes were locked on the bleeding Vampire below him. Even gravely injured, those blue eyes hadn't left Wes, and there was a rage that for even just a fraction of a second, actually made him take a step back and second guess his rash decision. Between choked gasps for sir, Luke still attempted to speak, to yell out obscenity after obscenity at The Hunter who dared to try and even pull such a move. As Wes glanced upwards and saw Ava's blade sink into Kyla's boy toy he saw the gears turning in her head as she began to pat him down searching for anything useful, immediately mirroring her actions as he began to Search for Luke's phone as well, a move Luke didn't take too kindly to. As soon as Wes was close enough to grab onto, Luke grabbed his arm, trying to pull him closer, mouth wide with painted red fangs and snapping as he tried to get close enough to sink the razor sharp weapons into The Hunter. The Blooded Vampires strength caught Wes completely off guard, how despite the massive blood loss he'd sustained he still seemed like he could completely manhandle him if he got the chance.<br/><br/>Wes fought him off as best he could, finally landing a well aimed punch right into his bleeding wound which caused him to relent only momentarily, As soon as Wes was able to secure his phone Luke once again reached forward, ripping it right from his grasp, and even completely painted in his own blood a sick twisted smile began to form as he looked right at Wes, and crushed it in his hand. Through the choked gasps for air, it actually seemed like he was beginning to laugh, laugh right at him for thinking he'd be able to get away with that little maneuver. His gargled laughter mocking The Hunter as Wes backed off, the same look of genuine surprise still on his face before Ava's words finally broke his attention from....whatever the fuck this bleeding man was. She wouldn't need to speak twice, with one final glance to Luke Wes turned and followed Ava as she began to make her escape. Even as they made it back to the crowd of dancing partygoers and loud music, all Wes could hear was that sickening gargled laughter, and those eyes seeming to stare right into his soul.<br/><br/>More so, what disturbed him were his words on Dresden. He truly hadn't had the time to process them, it was obvious Dresden at least knew about him now and that alone was enough to fill The Hunter with a flood of different emotions from Fear and Confusion to straight rage that his cover had somehow been blown, and powerful vampires had been alerted to his existence. Everything had suddenly taken a very unexpected turn in the last few weeks, from how close he was to finally getting his revenge, or at least how close he liked to think he was. The sudden run in with this fellow Hunter, and how she was now his best chance to find out where that Bastard was hiding. And the sudden burning flame of passion he was beginning to feel deep within his soul towards her, it was a lot to unpack, and certainly wasn't something that could be done while they were still knee deep in an absolute flood of blood suckers that stood all around them. Once the two made it out of those doors he made sure to take a second to truly appreciate the fresh air and freedom the outdoors provided, no longer feeling suffocated by the slaughterhouse that they began to leave behind.<br/><br/>Wes wasted no time hopping into the passenger seat, eyes kept locked on the exit to make sure nobody was coming out and attempting to follow them, and keeping his eyes locked on the rear view mirror for several minutes before finally letting himself breathe and letting his head fall back against the seat, eyes closed and curling his blood covered hand into a fist, doing his best to stop the violent shaking as he inhaled deeply and attempted to regain his composure.<i>"You and me both. . ." </i>he muttered quietly as he opened his eyes and glanced over to Ava, despite the tense moment, he did find a small smile beginning to creep it's way back.<i>"Glad you're okay." </i>He muttered quietly once again, giving a small nod before letting himself lean against the passenger door, staring out of the window to the passing scenery, and eyes occasionally glancing to his still somewhat shaking hand. He wasn't quite sure if it was because his body was beginning to experience withdrawals from his lack of feeding, or if he shook from the genuine fear of the many unknowns that had just come to light. Thankfully, The Hunter would throw him a life line to keep his mind occupied, at least for a few moments.<br/><br/>Wes did take a moment to raise a brow as he stared at the blood stained screen and phone case, attempting to wipe off as much of the bothersome residue as he could with his sleeve before beginning to scroll. If the mans obvious sleeze wasn't enough to earn the fate he had, his message history certainly did, countless messages between himself and unsuspecting victims filled the text logs, though he was happy to see at least a few more worthy conversations and names, various business dealings and locations ranging from weaponry, housing, business fronts and other "hot spots" that would end up proving invaluable to tracking down Dresden and his Covens broad network of operations. Though as he began to scroll through the gallery, his mood turned sour, from what seemed to be his vantage point within the club, clearly zoomed in pictures of "preferred" women, including Ava once she made her way inside. He couldn't even begin to imagine just how long the operation had been running until they came along and threw a nice wrench into it, though he did pause on the photo, eyes glancing over to Ava as she drove, and subtlety moving his thumb to hit the "Delete" button, once more, thankful she'd managed to come out unharmed.<br/><br/><i>"Yeah, might be a good idea to lay low." </i>Wes sighed a bit, sending over various files, messages and important locations to his own phone before tossing Ezra's bloody phone into the cup holder haphazardly. "<i>Well, good idea for you. If he's expecting me I'm not gonna keep em waiting." </i>Wes once more let himself lean back, resting his shoulder on the arm rest of the door and refocusing his attention on the passing lights and changing scenery.<i>"Not safe to be around me anymore, not till he's gone. . .can't let him hurt you to." </i>He whispered lightly, giving a bit of a grimace as he rested his forehead against the glass and closed his eyes. She had already helped him more than he would ever be able to repay her, the plethora of information would make tracking him down much easier, months of hard work able to be done in a few simple weeks. And now, a more helpful network of information existed to help her find her sister, as far as Wes thought, their partnership had run it's course. There was no need to drag her into this personal war where there would be no winners.<br/><br/><i>"Is a damn shame though, was hoping Ezra had Kyla's number in there. Girl seemed pretty cute." </i>Despite the rough night, and his decision that they should probably go their separate ways, Wes still gave a chuckle, and gave a friendly smirk in her direction as he glanced over to Kyla's doppelganger. "<i>Was thinking maybe we could go out for a night on the town sometime."</i>