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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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"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.

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"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!"

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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!"

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"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.

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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~!