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He really needed to stop showing up here. It was getting ridiculous. He hadn't meant to get himself nearly drained by some redheaded vampire and he really didn't think that show up there was going to be worth it again especially since he tended to scream "kill me" when he mouthed off to these beings that could have him in pieces in seconds. It was simple as that.

However, the fact that Jessica had been nice enough to not kill him was really kind of flattering. She was sweet, in a sort of strange way and there wasn't much else he could do but be drawn to the place again. Dressed in low riding tight jeans, a grey t-shirt that looked like it had once fit a little big but shrunk in the wash and a couple of not-actual-silver chains with various keys and crosses hanging from them. He was sitting at the bar drinking a gin and tonic and waiting to see who would be there, watching specifically for red hair.

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Now that Jess was a free woman, she had made a pact with herself to start being the dangerous being that she knew she felt herself to be, and to also be the sexy, intense, but also sweet, sometimes kind, and still full of humanity being that she had no choice in being. She was also trying to suss out and get to know her new, improved vampiric side, which wasn't that easy. It wasn't easy because Bill had kind of dumped her after he made her, so she had to figure a lot out on her own. Yet, now with Sookie out of the picture, and with Bill as King, he actually finally decided to take an interest in Jessica by being a guide to the girl, as well as a surrogate father to her, which she loved. Jessica was kind of in flux about a lot of things, but she was also growing quickly, and learning things a bit faster now with Bill's, as well as Pam's guidance,-------- finally!

So, Jess decided that she was testing out her sexier side this evening. Wanting to get a taste for that predator inside of herself, as well as to explore the seductress she found she possessed deep inside of herself. There was also that classic beauty that she was learning things about-- so before she went out Jess remembered all these things about herself and decided to go and to get ready by wearing something flattering, but very sensual. So she put on the sexiest costume that she could find for herself. So said costume existed of a corset, some lacy panties, a garter, purple silk stockings, thigh high boots, and a red cape-- Red Riding Hood, eat your heart out!. Throwing on some makeup, she headed out to Fangtasia, as per usual, to see if she could pick up anyone and may be find some trouble! She had yet to notice Wylie at the bar, because she was so focused on this hot, shorter blonde guy who kept giving her those 'come fuck me eyes' and watching her dance from the moment she stepped into the club. So Jess got comfortable on the dance floor along with everyone else, and found her prey for the evening, or so she thought. She was giving him the same look that he was giving to her, while she began dancing for him and him alone. 'Oh, this is going to be a good night!' Jess thought gleefully.

Maybe he was an idiot. Scratch that, Wylie knew he was an idiot. There was nothing about him that admitted to smarts. He was like that, of course. What did it matter anyway? He was standing in a vampire bar looking to be someone's dinner, right? Yeah. He rolled his eyes and downed the remainder of his drink. He was about to leave, actually, realizing that drinking much more and then driving was stupid -- oh because being in a watering hole for vamps wasn't? -- when he caught sight of the girl walking in. Well, that was one way to dress on a night out.

Wylie didn't exactly think it was fair. These vampires got to dress however the hell they wanted to. They'd completely ignored the idea of modesty since they've all been around forever and fuck it, they can. Besides, he knew that they didn't view humans as being anything worth dealing with. They were food and means to get off. Huh, Wylie sort of saw them the same way. Not exactly food, but he could use one for a meal ticket at least. Maybe he wasn't so stupid after all.

She was dancing. Seductively. He wasn't sure how he felt about the cape. And he would like to cover her up and drag her off. She looked too young to be out there dancing around like that. He knew she was a vampire and from their first encounter she was brand spankin' new, so whatever age she was... it wasn't much. His whole 23 years seemed decades ahead of her, but... not the point. He called for another drink first, got it and carried it out with him to the dance floor. Without consulting her at all, he nodded the short man and smirked. "Go," he instructed. There was a little bit of hesitance, but Wylie was about a head taller than him at his whole 6'1", so yeah, he was getting rid of him. He left and Wylie turned back to Jessica. "C'mon, you don't need to lure in little men like that," he chided her as if to say she could do better, though not necessarily saying himself.

Jess hadn't noticed Wylie just yet, as she had been mid spin when he suddenly stepped out onto the dance floor and in-between herself, and her dinner. When Wylie told the other guy to go, then turned to her Jess hissed slightly and took a step into Wylie. Turning her head from the guy, and up to look into Wylie's eyes.

"What the hell?! I was enjoyin' tha'...an' wha' do ya mean? A girl can't dance? It was all tha' I was doin' anyway! He liked me fer whateva' reason he decided hisself!" Keeping her hands down at her sides, she balled her hands into fists, and just kind of glared at Wylie. A small part of her though was kind of--happy? Yeah, happy. Not many guys would do that for her, nor would they call her out on her shit as if they cared! Hoyt might of, but he was also jealous, among a few other things. So, now that it happened, Jessica had no idea how to deal with it, or with him.

So, she sulked, and grumbled, and glared as much as she possibly could.

"Aw c'mon, sugar, you can do better than that. Last time I pissed you off you nearly drained me," he taunted her. Right, again, he was setting himself up to die. He crooked a finger under her chin so she was looking up at him. Wylie took a deep drink from his glass and passed it to the nearest human walking by, who looked at him confused, but didn't seem to question it. It was only then that Wylie used his height to his advantage, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him.

At first he stood motionless with her, his body pressed to hers, but then he smiled, guiding her to turn away from him so she was pressing her back to his chest. He started to sway slowly at first, one hand slipping down her hip where he could guide her, grinding against her. Yeah, he liked her still, his body was reminding him of that at the moment, but he was keeping himself in check for now.

He ducks in and brings his lips to her ear. "Now tell me that you don't prefer me and I'll let you go," he challenged.

Jessica was doing her damndest to not have her resolve melt under his scrutiny. Yet, it didn't seem to be working tonight. She felt a bit of a shiver course through her when he called her sugar. Then when he stepped in toward her, and put his finger under her chin. She had to lick over her dry lips then, keeping herself taut, so that she didn't lean in and attack him on the dance floor.

"He was perfectly fine fer wha' I had planned," she tried to counter, but she just seemed suddenly so young. And slightly naive. When he pulled her close to him, she gasped loudly. Wanting to bad to cover it up, but knowing she couldn't. Jess turned her head away, and wouldn't look at him for the moment.

Jessica could feel his hard body, and the heat radiating off of him was always such an aphrodisiac to her, and he was both hard, as well as warm. She could get lost in that. She finally went to turn her gaze back toward him when he decided to gentle turn her body against his, pulling her back so she was pressed snugly up against his front. She pressed her ass back in against him without even realizing she had done so. Now he was grinding against her ass, and Jessica had to turn her head to the side, biting her bottom lip hard.

"I...you know...I'm..." She semi snarled, grumbling to herself a second. Then she wrapped her one arm up, and around his neck pulling his head down toward her own. Planting an intense, wild kiss to his soft lips. Letting herself get a bit lost in him.

He was going to take that as it was. Her kissing him, especially as fiercely as that was incredible and quite flattering. Wylie didn't have any qualms or hang ups on all this vamp stuff. It didn't scare him like it probably should and it didn't really seem to bother him much at all. He figured that if they were going to drain him, they were probably going to do it anyway. Taunting them wasn't much more than his usual self anyway.

Dancing with Jessica, though, was something different. Dancing with her was like flirting with that dangerous edge. she couldn't control it, she wasn't capable of controlling her nature and he was more than happy to work with what was being given to him. So he kept dancing and kept kissing her, hands slipping over her hips to make sure full contact was made.

He pulled back from her mouth a moment later and grinned. "That's what I thought."

Jessica was enjoying kissing him, and some part of her brain was thinking about the fact that he was actually here. That he was here, and it seemed that he was looking for her. It kind of made her eyes go a bit wider, and her brain kind of started thinking a little faster than normal. It was obvious now that he was here looking for her, but what his true reasons were weren't known to her, and she liked to keep it that way. This way she could fantasize anyway she desired! So the whole reason behind why he was really there... well, she was not going to ask because she wasn't sure she wanted to know what his real reasons where! She wanted to keep the whole notion stuck in her head that it was because he found her to be special, and he came back here because he saw that specialness inside of her, and he liked it.

In reality though that notion might have been one that was completely different from notion that was stuck in his head, and that could certainly shake up her reality in a way that she was not comfy with currently. Jessica didn't want to get herself hurt by knowing the real deal here. She wanted to pretend that she was something special, and that he saw that in her as well. Jessica didn't want to get totally serious here right this minute, but she did want to pretend about it at the moment.

So, once the kiss between them was over, Jessica pulled back with a semi dreamy look on her face, and a smile. She felt, and knew deep down that she wasn't looking for a boyfriend right then, but she was looking for someone who cared and who would treat her as something beautiful and to be treasured. Whatever happened down the line though was up to fate, and they could see how it goes from there. Yet, once the kiss was done... he had to go and break that charm she was feeling during the kiss, and what she thought they shared during their kiss by uttering that less than charming, full of himself, slightly chilling comment that forced the cold, yucky reality of what it really was between them to set in when he opened his mouth up with that comment of his.

So as a response to him Jess hisses. She even snarled slightly and pushed at his shoulders so that she could get away from him, and around him. She didn't push him with all of her preternatural strength, but it was obvious she was truly, deeply annoyed with him right then. Grumbling to herself, she stepped around his side and walked away from him toward the bathrooms.

Cocky? Hell yes. He knew what he was capable of and he knew how to work his charms. She wasn't impressed, but it was only because he knew that she'd go for it. Hell, that didn't mean he didn't feel it. He felt it to be sure. He just didn't really think much before he spoke, so teasing and being an ass came natural. What? She expected a gentleman? Yeah, she was looking in the wrong place then.

Wylie didn't exactly follow her. He in a way took a few steps her direction and made sure to maintain some kind of distance while still keeping her in his line of site before he spoke, loud enough for her superb hearing to pick up. "This undead life hasn't treated you well, has it, Jessica?" he asked, hands tucked in his pockets.

It was obvious. She was rattled by simple things. She was unsure of herself and her footing. She knew what she was capable of but she didn't utilize all of it. Wylie had spent enough time around the wrong crowds. Vamps weren't any different than the big cocky bastards that roamed the bar scene. They were shallow assholes and Jessica? She didn't fit that bill even if nature wanted her to.

A gentleman, no...not necessarily. She just wanted someone who could give her one good, wonderful moment in time--unblemished, real, and hers.

She was thankful that he didn't really follow, because she wanted to turn and rip his head off his shoulders right then. At his words, she turned toward him. almost opening up and going off on him in front of all of Fangtasia. She was angry, and sad, and annoyed right then and he was a good target currently. Someone to open up on, and just let him know that he was a complete ass at that moment in time. She wouldn't even look at him as she stood there with her arms folded under her breasts, head turned from him, angry expression gracing her features. "What is it to ya, huh? Plan on makin' some kinda remark about it too? Gonna make fun of me 'bout it?"

Because, truth be told he being kidnapped and turned into a vampire as a punishment for Bill, who basically acted like she didn't exist was bad--just as bad as the life she lived before being turned into a vamp was for her. The life of a person that constantly got beaten, berated, and treated like complete dirt by her dad, who didn't have a mother to stick up for her, and who had a little sister that she couldn't take care of while she was alive because she couldn't take care of herself at the time either. And there was so much more to do with religion, and how her father viewed the people he was meant to take care of along with his religious life and so much else going on with her dad. Then once dead, no one wanted her around, nor did anyone treat her with much respect, or caring. It had seemed like a lose/lose situation for her up until just recently when something changed with Bill. So. that last sentence that was said to Wylie was almost too soft to be heard, a little sadly, and it was laced with a million different emotions that she was unsure about sharing with the world around her! She turned her face away from him, but kept side eyeing him in order to try to check out his reactions. Then she looked down to the ground, and her nails as if she were contemplating something very important. Sneaking looks here and there to just see his face.

He wasn't going to follow her into that pathetic little look she had. They all lived shitty lives. This wasn't really something he gave a lot of sympathy for. He had his own shit to work though. Wylie tucked his hands in his pockets, standing with his feet shoulder width apart, watching her as she looked completely unsure of herself and weak. Huh, a vampire weak? Whoda thunk?

"C'mon," he said finally, shrugging his shoulders once. "You didn't answer the question, you put on the pity face. What are you looking for? Someone to hold your hand? Yeah, the cards you were dealt sucked ass, but what the fuck does it matter anyway? You got the chance to start it all over, so why are you pitying yourself? No one else is gonna give a shit."

Wow, blunt much? This was the part where he got drained right?

"Pity face?" That was it. He could go fuck himself for all she cared. She turned directions on him, and walked past him. This time though, she gave him a really good, hard shove before she took off past him. "You don't know SHIT about me, or my fuckin' life, Wylie."

"Yeah, ya done gone an' proved that last bit," and especially with the way that Hoyt had talked to her, and treated her as well his mother, as well as her maker, her parents, Pam and Eric, among many, many others, and now to add to it, Wylie. Jessica wasn't in the mood, or the mind frame to take this bullshit. She was having a perfectly fine night playing mind fuck games with that other guy. Someone she wasn't even remotely attracted to, nor did she have a lick of feelings, thoughts, or notions concerning. And Wylie had played a somewhat possessive hand with the guy, and told him to go. Now, he was going to pull this shit? Yeah, so not having it.

She headed toward the front door of the bar, and out toward the waiting camera's and the crazy religious ass-hats behind them. But before she did so, she turned to him and screamed at him as loud as she could. "Have fuckin' fun findin' someone as fuckin' cynical, mean, rude, an' douchey as yerself--an' may be they might take the same shit I don' taken from ya...ya live an' learn, right?! May be they will take fuckin' pity on ya, an' put ya outta yer goddamn misery as slow as slow can be. Since, it seems, tha' is exactly wha' ya keep drivin' at wit' me! Sorry I couldn' give ya wha' ya fuckin' wanted! It was not nice knowin' ya!" She was currently livid, and crushed. She thought Hoyt was scum, but Wylie was closing those ranks rather quickly.

She left, shoving past him, then turned and yelled. Yep, that's what he was hoping for. The screaming got attention and he waved at the onlookers, smiling like she had been pointing him out in a crowd for applause... though much less agreeable. She didn't care that she was yelling and he didn't care that she was making a scene. All he wanted was to see if she was going to get that anger out first and then once she was out the door, he rocked on his feet a few times before jogging after her.

He caught up with her quickly outside the door, grabbing her by the elbow and leading her back towards the back of the parking lot. His bike was parked in a spot in a corner. He kept a hold on her and though he knew that she could break his arm off if she felt like it, he didn't bother letting up.

"You do realize that until you start caring about yourself, no one is going to care for you, right?" he asked, not expecting an answer. "That's the problem. You are out here trying to be something that you don't know how to be. I don't know who you want attention from but I can promise you that whatever it is, it ain't in that bar. Now, you gonna go on a ride with me?"

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She felt someone grabbing at her elbow, and she thought it might have been those Jesus freaks out front coming after her, or may be Pam or a bouncer coming to bring her in to see Eric so she could be yelled at. When she saw it was Wylie, she ripped her arm from his grip as hard as she could. Blood tears were already pouring down her cheeks. So, not wanting him to see her like that was already out the window. Wondering if she even cared at that point? She wasn't sure that she did.

"Ya jus' fuckin' met me a few weeks back, this is the whole whoppin' second fuckin' time tha' ya seen me! An' ya think ya know me?! I do care 'bout myself. I've been learnin' how to be this whole new me all by myself. Ya ain't knowin' shit about me, so fuck you! I do care 'bout me...I do. I'm learnin' the ropes, an' I'm survivin' on my own. I know what my ex said 'bout my blood is shit, an' I nor my blood ain't shit neither like he said we were." She turned, taking a few steps away from him before she switched directions to walk in. She stopped, standing with her back straight, her arms crossed under her breasts.

"I went in there 'cause I was hungry! Least I can glamour someone when I'm done so they ferget it. Can't be caught these days takin' from humans without meetin' true death, an' I ain't wantin' ta die," she growled out toward him, looking at him somewhat over her shoulder.

"So you'll fuck and eat a stranger but you won't take advice from someone else?" he asked. He looked almost offended. The whole concept of this situation was getting ridiculous. He didn't need to care about her but he could see by the fact that she nearly drained him the first time and now was crying in a parking lot she wasn't doing as well as she was pretending. With a sigh, he shrugged and watched her waiting to see if she would get it all out of her system. It seemed to him like it wasn't really important anyway.

"Whatever. I'm staying at the Holiday Inn until I figure out where I'm going next. When you realize that it doesn't matter how long I've known you but that I realize how full fucked up you are in the head right now, come find me. Someone's gotta care right?" He cursed internally. He really hated being the good guy. He didn't want to be the good guy. He was better at being an ass but she was... he didn't know what it was about her. All he knew what that there was something in his head that made him want to work her through it.

For now, he turned away an headed towards his bike.

Jessica looked mortified for a second, "who said anything 'bout me fuckin' a stranger? WHO? I didn'! As for your advice, I'd take advice...but it feels like ya are attackin' me instead!" Jessica took a moment to collect herself. Both hands are now fisted at her sides, once she was a bit calmer though Jessica ran her hands under her eyes. Doing her best to sweep the last of the wet blood away from her face. Now she felt a bit more centered, and easy.

She had no idea what he wanted from her, nor what he wanted her to say to him? She told him she did care about herself, but he wasn't buying it it seemed. She didn't know what else to say! She did know she was being honest, that she did care about herself and what happened to herself as well.

She felt a little more than offended when he tells her that she is full fucked up in the head. She felt terrible, she did, but truth be told--she was now kind of stunned as well. It showed on her face, because she looked completely stunned as she stood there staring after him. He was going to leave her here, and she didn't want him too, but she felt shocked by what he said and how he was treating her. There was also the small matter of feeling like he was not really listening to anything she had to say.

"Why'd ya say tha'? Tha' I'm full fucked up in the head? Why'd ya say tha', Wylie? If ya think I am nothin' but some fucked lil girl, why are ya even tryin'? I neva' said ya didn' care!"

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He stopped from walking any further. He looked at her, eyes narrowed, his tall figure looming over her as he walked back her direction. He wasn't afraid of her. There wasn't a point. "First of all, I'm the stranger you fucked," he clarified and shook his head. How was he supposed to say all this and have it make sense? How did he make it sound not as bad as he had?

"Jessica," he sighed and shook his head, "there's nothing about you that seems okay. I know you're young and I know taht you are dealing with being new okay? I've seen enough. You've got a lot of shit to work through because so far twice, which is the only time I've seen you, you're easily made upset. If that weren't the case, then I'd think nothing of it."

[She spoke slowly, distinctly, and made sure to stop and wait for each comment, or statement to sink in. She just wanted to get everything out there on the table for him. He did ask, and she wasn't afraid to explain it all. He would be the first person she really ever told everything too]

Right, cause you were the one an' only stranger I had sex with! I must be a damnable slut or somethin', someone who fucks every stranger they meet? 'Cause tha' is how I am really feelin' by what ya jus' said. An' ya ain't the only one who made comments like tha'. Before ya I was with one person, Hoyt. He was my ex, an' we lived tagether. Ya were the second, an' only person I gone an' slept with, Wylie. The reason I did it is my own, but since ya think I am so fucked up here, an' ya wanna know things 'bout me--well, I did it 'cause I felt comfortable with ya, safe, as well as turned on! I feel like I should say tha' I ain't sure what I saw in ya tha' night, but I ain't gonna lie ta ya. I really needed a connection tha' night, an' I needed someone who I could experience somethin' other then the intense pain I had been feelin' tha' night as well as the coupla' nights before it when shit hit the fan with my ex.

[She bit her lip hard right then, and turned her head from him because she suddenly felt so raw, and angry.]

But, I'm with ya now...well 'cause ya are my friend, or so I thought!

[She was a dangerous thing, this much she had been learning of herself as of late. Yet, she was also still a teenager, who had a rough childhood and was now experiencing everything at mach 1 speed, emotions, problems, everything all at once. It was a lot to take in. Yet, with people she knew, or cared about Jessica would never do anything to hurt them unless they did something to hurt her.]

Yeah, you are right, Wylie. I am young, new to all a' this! I came from a home tha' wasn't allowed ta do anything, but play my instrument, do my home-school school work, and study the word of God, tha' meant goin' ta camp an' otha' retreats ta learn 'bout God. If me or my Lil sis did anythin' out of step, we got the belt. And for me that was all the time 'cause I didn' want him hurtin' Eden, an' I neva' knew when it was comin' because anything an' everything was somethin' tha' upset my dad.

[She found a car, and slid onto the hood of it. Crossing her legs, she pulled the cape over them to give some semblance of propriety.]

Then I got turned, an' it was terrifying. I got abducted, then thrown into the center of a fuck ton of vamps, an' then my Maker was forced ta make me. He tried ta glamour me ta make it easier on me. They made sure tha' was not the case...they made sure I felt it, an' it fuckin' hurt. Dyin' was scary as fuck, when I woke up--I came outta the ground with my Maker, and had ta learn tha' he refused ta teach me. So, he tried ta pawn me off, but they got sick a me quick. So, they brought me back ta him. Yet, he still hated me, an' what I stood for--jus' cause he killed for Sookie, he was always doin' things fer Sookie, he had ta make me. So, I spent so much time alone, new, with no clue what I was doin'! I wound up with a new boyfriend, who I thought I loved. Recently, he tole me I was shit, an' so was my blood--even though it could heal. He said some shit ta me tha' was vile, evil jus' 'cause I fell outta love with him. Cause I found him goin' through my things on my computer.

Not jus' tha'--his ma hated me. Because of how I was bein' treated, an' cause I hated the way dead blood tasted, I became anorexic. I stopped eatin' an' it made me attack my ex' boyfriend's ma 'cause she said some fucked up, evil shit ta me, an' about me. Callin' me things I don' even wanna repeat. She hated me, an' my kind and made it evident ta everyone--includin' me. So, I went inta a rage 'cause of it. He left me fer awhile, Bill wasn't around, an' I had no clue how ta take from someone without killin' 'em. So, what did I do? I took too much of this guys blood, an' I killed him. I did all I could ta try ta bring him back, or turn him, but I had no clue what I was doin'. Then some fucked up douche bag came lookin' fer Bill an' Sookie 'cause the ex king wanted him found. Apparently, he was made ta look inta Sookie an' what she was fer the ex Queen. When tha' guy showed up at my door, he knew 'bout the guy I killed an' had his head with him. So, he forced me ta give up some information tha' got Bill kidnapped. So, it was more time with me bein' all alone, with no idea what I was supposed ta be doin'. People finally began ta give me pointers, but then I had ta deal with all these intense emotions, feelin's, desires, ya name it. Tha' is where I am now, okay? Ya got the entire 411 on me. I don' know what ta tell ya, Wylie. I am sorry I am upset, but between you, an' the way Hoyt has been treatin' me, an' talkin' behind my back ta people. Callin' me a monster an' shit, an' you with the way ya act, an' talk, an' say things. I feel like it is personal, an' it hurts me. Can't change who I am, an' I ain't askin' ya ta change neither. Sometimes ya put things in such a way where I can only think ya hate me! I ain't easily made upset, ya don't know me, so stop makin' snap judgments. But, yeah, ya do make me upset. The way ya talk ta me, an' act 'round me. It reminds me of what Hoyt jus' recently put me through. It was really not pretty...I'm still young, an' I'm tryin'...I am tryin'.

[She knew she just said a lot. But she wanted to be clear here. Jessica wanted Wylie to know everything right then. She also wanted him to stop making up ideas of her in his head, and instead to actually be informed before he started judging her.]

OOC hey, I've been trying to get in touch with you. I just hope I am not bothering you or interrupting anything? If you need me to stop IMing you, I will. I don't want to be an imposition, or if you are on your phone, I don't want to run up your texting bills on your phone. I enjoy talking to you, I hope things are all right, and you are having a wonderful October leading up to Samhain/Halloween!

"Jessica...." he tried to stop her some point in the middle of all that. Again he tried and by time she got to the end and she was looking probably worse than she had in the first place, Wylie was about ready to slap the crap out of her. Oh, like they all haven't have fucking horrible lives. The difference is, she has to live forever and he doesn't.

"Jessica! You ranting twat, I don't give a fuck about some asshole named Hoyt or the shit that got you turned! Jesus fucking Christ," he yelled, hand moving through his already unruly hair, making it stand at odd angles even more so. "Yeah, your life is shitty. You and your boyfriend broke up. The rest of us have had that problem already and I don't think that counts as being a crisis. Stop pitying yourself. It never does anyone any good. Believe me, I've fuckin' been there." Long story short, he didn't give a shit because he'd seen it all before. He'd been there before. He'd had his life ripped apart. He knew what it was like, but he wasn't about to reveal that. Not to her. Not like this.

"Fuck, okay? Just... forget I came here and go get a snack or whatever you were doing," he didn't need to find her anyway. She obviously wasn't catching what he was saying. It wasn't that he didn't care or he wanted to be an asshole. He was trying to save her from her own self-destruction. He'd been there already. He'd done that. Granted, playing therapist wasn't really his thing.

"I didn't fucking tell ya any of that fer yer pity or ta make ya feel sorry fer me! Ya tellin' me I am fucked up in the head, yer words carry weight too!" She yelled back.

Him calling her a raging twat, and fucked up in the head and everything else just made her see blood red, everything he said was so full of vitrol and so abusive. Him and Hoyt could have been twins.

Then something snapped hard. With her celerity she ran at him, grabbing him by the throat and it took all her strength to not squeeze his windpipe closed. She picked him up off the ground and held him there a moment or two. Then she threw him against the hood of the car. Once that was done, she hissed and went to stalk toward him, fists clenched hard at her sides.

"Ya say shiity things ta me all the time! I neva' know what ya are lookin' fer me ta say, or do! I tell ya my fuckin' story not cause I want yer fuckin' pity you lousy piece of scum." She was nearly on top of him now, crawling on the hood of the car. "I should put a fucked up, piece a shit like you are outta yer fuckin' misery because God ferbid ya gotta sympathize, or empathize with someone else. THEY AIN'T ALL YOU! THANK THE HEAVENS FER THAT!"

Well, at least she was getting the aggression out. Shit. He choked once she slammed him down on the car, his head crashing against the hood and throbbing immediately. He groaned and writhed, half hearing her words. He knew that she was yelling at him for being an ass but he really wasn't all that impressed. Okay, she was strong and he was hurt, but seriously.

"You are..." he coughs before he can continue, voice raw, "...you aren't the only one who's life sucks, sugar. If you're looking..." He hacks up again, spitting to the side before looking at her again, "...for a good guy, this isn't where you should... be. I was trying... fuck... I was trying to help!"

"I wasn't looking for fuckin' anythin'. Especially not some useless, douche-bag like you! Who the fuck do ya think ya are? Cause I know fer a fact tha' everyone's got some shit in their lives. Ya tole me I was fucked in the head, an' I affirmed to ya tha' I am. So, it won't be tha' fuckin' shockin' when I rip yer goddamn throat wide open an' bathe in yer fuckin' blood! Oh yeah, right! Callin' me a ragin' twat, an' bein' a generally abusive asshole with yer mouth sure fuckin' helps! An' also, if ya were lookin' fer a good girl here, ya fuckin' are lookin' in the wrong place..." She really didn't want to hurt him, not really, but to scare him! Oh, she wanted to scare the fucking shit out of him and make him hurt just as much as he made her hurt. She grabbed his shoulders, and picked them up off the car so she could easily slam his upper back down against the car, hard.

Then with that speed once more, she grabbed him and threw him over her shoulder. Jessica would take him into the woods, going as fast as she could so that they weren't followed and/or filmed. Then when she got there, she would try really hard not to rip out his damn throat. Instead, she hoped to scare him, may be hurt him a bit more than leave him there to rot.

OOC nope, you were right. It is your turn hon. I still had your comment in my email since I answered but never checked it off by putting it in my archives. Sorry about that~!

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