Surprised as he was to find a vampire and an unconscious girl on his doorstep, Jess didn't have time argue (nor did he have time to utter a word for that matter) before his guest shouldered his way into the apartment. He watched in a mixture of bewilderment and annoyance as Wes made his way to the living room and lay the unmoving girl on the couch.
Closing the door, Jess followed them into the other room. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, making no effort to hide the displeasure in his voice. This was his home. He didn't care if Weston was his senior, that didn't make it alright for him to barge in like this. It was downright rude is what it was. He jabbed a finger in the girl's direction, "And who the hell is she?" His gaze moved onto the girl and stopped there. Realization hit him like a charging bull. Oh. Oh, no. He knew that pale look.
"No," Jess said, fury rising swiftly. The hinting of his Southern accent became all the more prominent in his anger. "You don't just walk in here like you own the place and dump some tart you turned on my couch!"
Wes seemed unperturbed by the rant. "I'll replace the couch," he replied as he looked over his blood-stained shirt.
Jess tried not to let the indifference get to him and failed. A snarl escaped. "Her dying on it ain't the point and you know it!" He had to remind himself that getting in a fight with an older vampire was not a wise idea.
"Let me explain," said Wes, finally looking up. His eyes, ice-blue and calm, met Jess' grey-blue ones. "Please."