It took every ounce of will power to keep his eyes locked down on his phone as he caught himself taking passing glances to his fellow Hunter. Giving an amused huff and a smirk as she mentioned Kyla and her new best friend, once more forcing himself to keep silent and resist making some off timed eye rolling joke. They both had the same goal, and all he had to do was keep his mind out of the gutter for just a<i>little </i>bit longer, resist that primal urge to take her into his arms and disappear off to some dark discreet corner of The Club where they could breathe as one and let their bodies flow along in rythym with their hushed gasps of pleasure. All it took was the passing form of another Marked Vampire making their way passed them to bring him crashing back down to reality as The Hunter began to explain her plan of action, nodding along between quick little swipes left and right on an unlit phone screen. With his orders delivered Wes would have no problem fulfilling them, though he did find himself beginning to reach out as she began to make her leave.<br/><br/>It was subtle, as if he was going to bring her in for one last little "Good Luck" Kiss, at least, that's what his mind was telling him. He quickly suppressed the motion, giving a simple nod of acknowledgement as his eyes followed her while she disappeared back into the sea of bodies and music. Wes finally unlocked his phone screen, taking note of the time before inhaling deeply, closing his eyes and turning to make his way back into the crowd as well. His eyes immediately found his target, locking onto the dark hallway behind the booth, and finding the two forms that began to make their way to it. Wes expertly made his way through the crowd of bodies, dodging wild dance moves along with the occasional grabbing hand and seductive smile that would try and lure him within that sea and drown him. Wes' eyes kept a careful watch on the hallway, occasionally glancing downwards to check the time. How could four minutes feel like an eternity? Ava was capable he had no doubt of that, but every second he didn't have her in his eyesight, especially when they were both surrounded by blood suckers like this. It caused his stomach to twist and turn.<br/><br/>However, deeper within that darkened Hall. Another "Hunter" was having a much better time, with no cares or worries in the world as greedy hands slowly made their way over exposed flesh of his chest, gentle kisses making their way under his chin and over his collarbone as he lifted a fresh bottle to his lips and savored the refreshing taste. Dresden's earlier words had completely slipped his mind, as far as he was concerned, he had already waited this long. What was one more night before he went back on the prowl and tracked down the stray he wished to be put down? With smirk he watched bright blue eyes slowly begin to make their way downwards, partially concealed by stray strands of golden locks as hands began to greedily tug at his belt buckle. It was the perfect end to a long day of work, at least it would have been if that sudden intrusion of blood hadn't hit his nostrils and turned the taste of his drink sour in his mouth. Luke furrowed his brow in confusion for a moment, eyes glancing towards the door and hand moving to stop his chosen plaything for the night in her tracks as he inhaled deeply. "That's not right. . ." He muttered lightly under his breath before he stood up, adjusting his belt for a moment as he simply shoved the blonde to the side, much to her displeasure.<i>"</i>Asshole!"<br/><br/>The closer he came to the door, the clearer the scent became. It wasn't Human, that was for sure, it must have been one of Dresdens<i>fucking </i>idiots, yet again biting off more than they could chew. Luke had lost count of how many god damn times he needed to come in and "fix" their problem, it was like they'd never learned how to subdue their prey properly, it filled him with annoyance to no end, these entitled fuckheads that thought they were too good to go fetch their prey for themselves, Luke pulled his card out from his back pocket and unlocked the door, flooding the hallway with red light as he stuck his head out and began to scan around. Immediatley his eyes finding the shattered glass that lay on the ground just a few doors down. "God fucking damn it." Came a deep growl from his chest as he stepped out, forgoing his missing clothing as he marched over. Sure enough, as soon as he stood directly outside the door, that scent of blood was nearly overwhelming, despite the small amount. And here he was thinking he was finally going to have a chance to relax and enjoy his self appointed "Night Off." Once more he put his card to the door as the light flashed green and the bolt unlocked, and once he opened it he couldn't help the smile that stretched from ear to ear.<br/><br/>"Well<i>Alriiiiight. </i>Looks like a fun little game you're playing there." Blue eyes darted between the two, and a cackle began to rumble in his chest as he brought his hands together to begin clapping sarcastically. "Y'know Ezra." Luke focused his attention on The Captive Vampire, tilting his head to the side and raising his arms to his sides as he smirked. "I'm gettin' real<i>fuckin' </i>tired of cleaning up after you boys." That amused smirk disappeared in an instant as he inhaled deeply, clear anger now painting his facial expressions as his eyes focused on The Hunter who held him at knife point. "And you? What's your big plan here? You know where you are? Who runs this fuckin' place? Just how royally fucked you are right now?" Luke surveyed her for a moment, eyes locked onto her own as he took a step forward, a twisted grin beginning to form on his face as he inhaled deeply, ignoring Ezra's blood and focusing in on the intoxicating nectar that flowed through her veins instead. It was almost enough to have him start watering at the mouth, and with such a perfect form, soft flesh and beautiful face. She'd make a<i>fantastic </i>meal. "It's a god damn shame someone so beautiful would come in here all alone and try and pull some ballsy shit like this."<br/><br/>"Luke shut up and get this bitch off of me!" Ezra finally shouted out, growling in anger as he tried to pull exposed flesh away from the sharp blade that still found itself pressed against his being. He should have known she'd be nothing but trouble, could smell it on her, but it was always the ones that had "fight" in them he enjoyed breaking the most.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry. Did you just tell<i>me </i>to shut up?" Luke's attention focused back in on the captive Ezra, a genuine look of offense given as he scoffed and shook his head. "Let me get this straight. Your stupid ass bit off more than you could chew.<b>AGAIN. </b>And now you're standing there with a blade against your throat with your only hope of salvation standing in the door....and you tell him to shut up?" The Anger was growing in Luke's voice, however before he had the chance to take another step forward and teach the disrespectful little whelp a lesson, he felt cold steel pressed against his own neck as well.<br/><br/><i>"Does some a little rude, doesn't it?"<br/>
</i><br/>The few minutes that had passed must have been the longest of Wes' life. However as soon as he finished his little mental countdown, Wes made for the hallway quickly, and as soon as he saw the form standing just beyond the threshold bathed in glowing red light he made his way as silently as he could towards it, eyes finding the broken glass that lay on the floor, making a note to compliment Ava for just how crafty she was when this was all over before he pulled his blade and made his way behind The Yelling Figure. As soon as he was within reach, he brought that blade to his neck, pressing the sharp edge against his flesh as his eyes glanced over to Ava, or should he say Kyla, holding her new boy toy captive at knife point as well. Wes took watchful glances behind himself, making sure nobody else stumbled upon their little gathering before he pressed a fist against The Mans spine and began to guide him forward into the room as well as Luke gave a frustrated huff and spit on the floor. "Oh yeah nah, that's fuckin' fantastic. This shit is all on you, Ezra." He scoffed out before pausing. His eyes glancing to the hand which held a knife against his throat.....and the tattoo that peaked out from just under the sleeve of his jacket.<br/><br/>"Ya know. When Dresden said you'd show up with the proper bait, I really thought he was bullshitting. Guess I owe him an apology." Luke chuckled for a moment before giving a grunt as the blade was pressed against his flesh, beginning to draw blood as well. As soon as Dresdens name was mentioned Wes nearly lost all control over himself, fiery eyes meeting Ava's as he shoved Luke into the room and slowly began to shut the door behind them with his foot.<i>"Where is he?" </i>Wes muttered, his attention focused back on Luke, not daring to move the knife away in any shape way or form. As soon as Luke spoke, he realized it was the same man he'd bumped into outside, and he knew full well what he would be able to do if he was allowed even a single inch of space.<br/><br/>"I'll tell ya when you answer a question of mine first." Luke chuckled for a moment, swallowing and feeling the blade get pressed against his throat as he carefully began to raise his hands, eyes glancing to his shoulder, and The Tattoo that still peeked from underneath Wes' sleeve, before focusing over on Ava and Ezra, giving a curious raise of the brow before smirking.<br/><br/>"Why the hell is a Human working with a-"<br/><br/>Luke's eyes widened, and suddenly, his words were silenced as he felt the blade slide deep into his flesh, and the waterfall of crimson began to paint his body as he gave choked gasps of shock. Wes dug the blade in as deeply as he could before slicing violently to the side, letting Luke fall to his knees as his hands grabbed at his throat. Even with the wound, Wes knew it would only been a matter of time before it healed enough for Luke to begin speaking and moving again, the cut would heal long before he bled out and it meant they were now on a timer as his eyes Met Ava's, with almost the same look of shock as Luke's.<i>"We don't have a lot of time. Get what you can get from this piece of shit and let's fucking go." </i>Wes's voice held a tinge of panic as he glanced down towards Luke as he rolled onto the ground, his entire body becoming painted by his own blood as he grabbed at his own throat and choked on his own blood, his eyes locked on Wes as he kicked his legs out to try and strike him.