The Docks, Southport, New Jersey.....
Nightfall reached the docks once more but this time it had not been due to the onset of a random storm. Ron Hemming found himself trekking through the numerous dark puddles and the stench of rotted corpses and fish alike as he moved about with his hands tucked into his pockets as he attempted to come up with something of a trail for the creature responsible for all of the gruesome murders that seemed to hit the seaside town of Southport as of late. It was a chilly night given all the wind and water, but it had little to no effect on the investigating man who had been gifted as it were with the warmest of blood.
Ron took his time examining the area where the body of the local dockworker had been found by the feds just a few hours earlier.
There were reports that he'd been drained dry as far as blood went and yet the numerous bodies of the non-registered crew were all mutilated corpses like the work of some wild animal.
He was still sore about his father ordering him to do this as he had his plans for the evening. It didn't escape his notice that his father seemed agitated, possibly due to him reeking of sex in his presence, but that was due to the old man ordering him to be at The Bridgeport Lounge before he could get himself together.
There wasn't a soul in sight, mostly due to the mortals having a definite fear of the place due to the recent bodies that turned up and the death of the dockworker. It stood to reason that the port would remain closed until there was more information about the strange occurrences that took place down there. Ron rolled his eyes, he had not seen what the point of it all would be in their case nor had he been much of a fan of mortals and their constant need for answers to questions they didn't want to know the answers to.
While he'd been a mere mortal once, he wasn't in this day and age, The Rabid Bitch had seen to that a long time ago. Still annoyed that he had to go snooping at the docks in the first place, instead of being deep in the confines of a warm stripper or groupie like he planned. He figured out that his father ordered him here to not only watch him for The Moonlight Counsel's sake but to get the jump on the mortals before they ruined the only good leads in the case with their mediocre "detective skills" and the feeble fumbling of their collective minds.
As his father had anticipated, there was a faint trace of a foreign scent that threatened to make Ron vomit as a result of finding it. He knew that thick stench of lingering death and decay mixed with moist earth and dust anywhere. It was the nauseating stench of a vile bloodsucker and all at once everything began to add up. The bloodsucker, whomever it was, was weak from lack of feeding following the draining of the crew from the cargo vessel. This meant he'd been onboard for quite some and with no one in control of the ship it was simply headed for the docks without passage.
The way Ron saw it, the crash must have happened during the storm startling the bloodsucker and awakening it to the possibility of fresh blood in the form of the lone dock worker who had the misfortune of making its acquaintance first. The bloodsucker drained the poor schmuck dry and headed off to at least attempt to look for its target, possibly the hidden Werewolf Hunter family to acquire their blood.
Ron followed the stench as his stomach began to churn once more and kept up his pacing as he took note of the route the bloodsucker took before sunrise caught up with it and caused it to seek shelter before being burned alive in the light of day. The scent seemed to get stronger the more he began to leave the area surrounding the docks as the water had not been able to wash it away due to the conflicting aromas.
He rushed toward a nearby warehouse where the fiend had taken a nap when the sun came up, as the stench was thick in this area and frequent. Ron once more resisted the urge to vomit at the rancid decay smell and continued his journey of sorts following the odor of the blood sucker as it moved about the small port town in search of its long-awaited prey.
Ron continued to follow the trail, which led him to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the town it was possibly yet another place where the bloodsucker was resting in a bid to keep it from being destroyed by the sun. He was on guard as he continued to follow the stench of the fiend unsure what he would find as it was already dark and the blood sucker would most likely be back to full strength depending on how often it was feeding on the unsuspecting citizens that lived in the area or a random bystander that knew not the danger they were in.
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Random Apartment Complex, Southport, New Jersey.....
Leaping over the old fence had taken some effort on Ron's part as he landed in an awful back alley and rushed down the street until he spotted something, there in the dark was a faint shimmer of something that was moving at incredible speeds. He used a bit of speed of his own and followed the creature down several blocks and through several rows of houses some new and some old as the shimmer seemed to gain speed and leap from roof to roof before finally coming down in a haze of black dust in the front of a seemingly peaceful apartment complex.
Ron's eyes seemed to glow in the reflection of the street lights as he continued to follow what he believed to have been the bloodsucker himself having just come off a hunt and been reinvigorated it would seem. The scent of blood was faint, but as Ron neared the completed the body of the victim was huddled neatly into a corner as if it had merely been asleep and not drained dry of every last drop of blood that formerly pumped within its veins.
Seeing a means of keeping himself concealed while monitoring what the bloodsucker had been up to next, It was something as it scaled the side of the complex with little to no effort on the part of its razor-sharp claws in a bid to get to whatever prey lived inside. Ron followed suit scaling the building with climbing skills of his own, now sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that this bloodsucker had finally found the Wolf Hunter family and was poised for an attack in a bid to gain the blood memories of their family lineage.
The bloodsucker began to grow impatient making much too much noise and charged into the window smashing the glass and toppling furniture as it was evident that the vile creature had found the apartment that contained the hunter only to have a silver bold from a well-timed crossbow wound it. Something of a scuffle ensued and Ron leaped into action rushing the bloodsucker and slamming it into the nearby wall of the Wolf Hunter's living room or rather what remained of it after the confrontation and the smashing of the bloodsucker's body as it flew from the living room and into the apparent bathroom involuntarily.
Ron could smell the coppery scent of blood as he looked around the place poised for attack should it come to it and sure enough it did with the bloodsucker retaliating with enough force to send Ron sailing out of the apartment building and down to the ground below. Thee bloodsucker was back to full strength but he was still much weaker than the likes of Ron who had leaped back to his feet and scaled the complex once more hopping over the rails of the second story before leaping into the window of the apartment complex yet again.
He delivered his return with a swift haymaker to the side of the blood sucker's jaw and this time he took note of it being a female iteration of the vile fiends. The two of them traded blows at alarming speeds that the downed Wolf Hunter, who had been gravely injured via the claws of the bloodsucker slashing across his gut, couldn't see with his naked eye as he clutched the crossbow he'd struck the female vampire with when it first arrived.
The bloodsucker was quite a sight, sickeningly pale, with translucent wild eyes, and straggly red hair that flowed in multiple directions as the fighting commenced. The twisted thing vaguely reminded Ron of his for-bearer and that seemed to piss him off as he hated that insane bitch with every fiber of his being.
Hit after hit, Ron found himself indefinitely trading blows with the bloodsucker and blocking most if not all of her attempts to stick her claws into his heated flesh. Her body was as cold as the grave as with all blood suckers and the stench of the dead that radiated off her was even more nauseating up close.
"Mind your business Mangy Dog!" hissed the blood sucker as she attempted to claw Ron's eyes out.
"Say it don't spray it, Leech," replied Ron before treating her to a one-two combo across the face and stomach.
She retaliated by clawing at his stomach ripping apart his shirt and shredding the material as she attempted to try her hand at going for his guts. He rolled his eyes at how predictable she'd been and despite his lack of enthusiasm for getting close to her, he skillfully out-maneuvered the feral bloodsucker and managed to snap her neck from behind in one swift motion, taking extra care to rip off her head via hin claws as he stood victorious in the center of the apartment with the Wolf Hunter's loaded silver crossbow expertly aimed at him.