Wes
Dreading the long night ahead, Wesley had already made his way to one of his most favorite places in town, a bar called The Drunken Bear. He figured he'd need a couple beers in him before his hunt for the immortal scum began. Positioned on a stool at the bar, Wes rolled his shoulders back, casually glancing around the room. Usually, he could spot a vampire in a mere few minutes, but none of the patrons here looked like one- from what he could tell. His mind began to wander to what his fellow hunters' plans were for the night as a brown, long-neck bottle was slid across the bar to him by the bartender; he was a regular here and was rarely asked what he wanted for they already knew. Looking at his phone that laid in front of him, Wesley grabbed up the beer, pressing the mouth of it to his lips and tilting his head back, taking a long, much needed swig. The liquid was tart but he liked the taste, surprisingly.
It had been a rough past few months; the weight of his fallen brethren now laid heavy on his shoulders. He should have took action sooner. He shouldn't have kept in his head in the sand. Wes had acted as if a thing wasn't going on for so long, hoping if he kept up the façade it would eventually be true. But it wasn't. Someone's brother had died. Someone's wife was dead. The hunters that had been slaughtered by vampires were his responsibility and he let them down. He let his father down. Wesley knew that if his dad were to be still alive, he would have never been forgiven for all of this. Well, if is father was alive none of this would have happened, to be honest.
He knew some were mad at him, and he did not blame them at all. Andrew popped to Wes's mind, causing him to cringe mentally as he took another long drink of the brown liquid that resided in the bottle he held loosely in his right hand. Andrew's cousin, Lucas, had gone missing a couple months ago and the only logical explanation was vampires. Most simply considered Lucas Hale dead now just like the rest, but Wes still had hope and it seemed that Andrew did, too. They hadn't found a body, as of yet, that is.
Sighing, Wes motioned for the bartender to bring him another drink, finishing off the rest of the one he had. I could really go for some pie right now.. Wesley thought, rubbing the back of his neck out of habit. Why couldn't this bar serve for freakin' pie?? Looking back down at his phone, he picked it up off the bar, figuring he'd send out a quick group message to all of his hunters, including his brother. The text read:
Everyone stay safe tonight. Text me if needed.
- Wes
Wes was never one to say much, especially in text. He definitely didn't like portraying much emotion about matters such as "caring." Not to say he didn't care, he just rarely showed it. The bartender walked over, sliding him another beer with an easygoing grin. "Getting ready for a tough night, Sullivan?" the burly man rasped, voice sounding like that of sandpaper from years of smoking. Wesley smirked, shrugging his shoulder beneath his leather jacket.
"Yeah, you could say that."
Teagan
Sitting across the room from her little fledgling in a large armchair, Teagan watched him carefully and quietly. Her legs were pulled up in the seat, held tightly to her chest by her long arms, her chin rested upon her knees. Her whole demeanor was fairly innocent, expression showing honest curiosity. She tilted her head slightly to the left as he hurled his phone and it hit hard, quirking an eyebrow. Tea knew he must have been feeling weak by now, the thirst having taken a huge hold on him like it did any newborn vampire. She flinched at the thought of it.
The whole changing this hunter was a complete accident in its finest. She didn't know how to change someone simply because her own maker never showed her. She was being careless with him, after feeding and not wanting to kill him, and it just happened. His blood was the best thing she had tasted, and maybe she should have just killed him, but she didn't. She turned him. He was now a vampire. A hunter... Now a vampire. She swallowed hard, looking down at her slim hands that hugged her calves before looking back up, blue eyes finding Lucas once more. Teagan cleared her throat,
"You really should feed now." she spoke carefully, saying it for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last couple of weeks. She released her legs from the imprisonment of her arms, slipping them off the edge of the chair and standing fluidly. "I know you don't want to," she went on, brows furrowing as she tried concentrating on the right words to say, "But if you don't you'll surely die, Lucas."
Tea crossed her arms, watching his reaction carefully. She knew he didn't want to feed on another human being; she remembered her own first time drinking from a human, it was only two years ago. However, she didn't want him to die. He was her fledgling, after all, and makers could feel some of the emotions the vampire they created felt. It was very strange. "Blood really does taste good and it will numb the burning feel in your throat. It will stop it. What's keeping you from feeding is a mind thing. Your natural vampire instincts will kick in regardless of what you feel and you will lose control eventually." Teagan added, biting her lower lip afterwards, as nervous habit she carried from her human life. She had another idea if he still refused to feed, but she hated the idea of resorting to it.