"No, most people with loved ones to protect would do good to stay away from this sort of life." Most hunters didn't think past the night they were living in, thus the lack of any sort of collective of them. Some had loose connections with other hunters, people that they worked with from time to time, and there were even the lucky few that had a group of friends they spent most of their waking hours with, either hunting or just being with one another. Wesley used to be one of those, but not anymore.
"At least it makes for fast clean up," Wesley comments, not even blinking as the other two start to rush toward them. "Thank you." His skilled shot was one of the few things that he still took pride in. "Be prepared. They hit pretty hard." That would have been demonstrated as one of the vampires came up at Wesley swinging, but he was able to duck underneath it, slamming his fist into the vampire's stomach, knocking him back slightly.