The Master Bedroom, The Vaunt Apartment Complex, Southport, New Jersey.....
Savannah Victoria Harlowe stood in the center of her father's bedroom unsure of what was happening as she watched the bolt from the crossbow sink into the nearby wall causing a well-placed and rather ugly hole in the wall. In the darkness of her father's apartment, she had found him slain and in a pool of his own blood, and now she was face to face with a stranger who had been possibly responsible for the act despite the corpse that had been on the ground a few feet away from him. The stranger was quite the looker but she was more interested in why he'd been in her home in the first place. His large and powerful hand was on the crossbow and had been the cause for her misfire that resulted in the bolt launching into the wall across from them.
Ron Hemming got a look at the fourteen-year-old girl for the first time up close. His eyes began to glow rather eerily as he stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest as the scent of jasmine filled his now flaring nostrils. His body felt warm, warmer than he'd ever known it to be as he listened to the sound of the young Lass' heart beating and the blood rushing through her veins. Their eyes were locked and neither one of them made any sudden movements.
They both simply stood there in the darkness of her father's bedroom crossbow in each of their hands with the bolt stuck in the wall across from them staring into each other's eyes for what seemed like hours as Ron found himself becoming hyper-aroused and all of his senses firing at once. There was something about this girl, something that made him suddenly feel at home, and it unnerved him to no end.
Never before had he felt such a pull toward anyone let alone a mortal so young and yet he couldn't deny it, he could hear the sweet song of Luna in the distance as her warm white glow fell upon them reflected from the windows and into the darkened room. His blood boiled in his veins yet it had not been from a rage-induced frenzy, but a frenzy of a different sort.
It was at this moment that Ron had gotten a good look at the teenage girl who had taken it upon herself to attempt to take his life, she was no doubt upset as he could see the tears that stained her cheeks and the wetness behind her lovely blue eyes as she stood before him. He could tell that she'd been of biracial heritage and her curly black locks were draped nearly at her shoulders. She wore a long sleeve purple shirt with white lace trimmings and wore a silver locket in the shape of a heart with pictures of both of her parents inside.
She had on a pair of denim jeans and white trainers. When she arrived she was wearing a black backpack which she dropped at the front door when she saw her father's body huddled against the wall in the corner of the apartment.
Ron was utterly fascinated by her due to the encounter and her sadness made him feel like tearing apart each and every vampire that had saw fit to show itself in the wake of her father's untimely murder. He was beginning to sense that there was more to this girl than Victor let on and what was worse, he had not been able to take his eyes off her since she arrived. He could almost feel her discomfort as she tore her eyes away from him unsure of what to do now that the bolt had missed and it was clear that he was no ordinary man.
Ron backed away from her and was about to explain the situation when his ears perked. A quick sniff of the air told him that the female bloodsucker had not been the main vampirian sent to locate the Wolf Hunter family and that a stronger male was on his way toward the apartment. This was a rather difficult position for Ron to be in as the girl lacked trust and had just lost her father but the enemy was well on its way to do her in.
He couldn't possibly fight off the stronger creature and monitor the possible movements of the fourteen-year-old girl so he did the next best thing and scooped her up into his arms crossbow and all and leaped out the hole in the wall leaving her father's body and the corpse of the slain enemy behind in the wake of his swift motion.
Savannah had barely any time to fathom what was happening to her as she felt herself being lifted off the floor and into the arms of the terrible fiend that had entered her home and possibly murdered her poor father and now he was stooping to kidnapping her once he had what he was rummaging through her father's bedroom for.
It was difficult for Ron to run while holding a fourteen-year-old struggling girl and a weighty crossbow in his arms, but he managed it by being quick and timing his movements just in case the bloodsucker decided to come after them. He had failed to initially save the wolf hunter, as he was too far gone due to the injuries left behind by the female bloodsucker. The sad girl who had involuntarily clung to him as he raced across the docks and past the only home she'd ever known, was the only viable member of her family line left alive. There was no doubt that the bloodsuckers would stop at nothing to have her blood and learn all they could to defeat the Were Clans, but there was also the matter of her youth and vulnerability.
Knowing nothing else, Ron elected to bring the girl to his apartment complex and keep her there where the bloodsuckers couldn't get to her for the time being. When the coast was clear he'd find a way to contact his father, Marcellus for further instruction on what to do with the girl and what The Moonlight Counsel had to say about her impending future. She was the daughter of a werewolf hunter after all but they were not interested in harming an inexperienced child. It stood to reason she'd been welcomed among them or at the very least imprisoned in a safe place to keep her from the clutches of their enemies.
As Ron continued to carry the no doubt mentally and emotionally exhausted teen, he couldn't help but feel a small pang of sympathy for her. It was an odd thing to feel for a mortal, especially one who had come from a line of Werewolf Hunters but there it was. He felt the overwhelming desire to keep her safe and protected not just from the Vampirians but from The Were Clans as well. He wondered if this was what Victor Harlowe had intended when he enacted the promise from him to protect his daughter or if it had been the compulsion of something else, something far more primal and ancient in its origin.
As they reached the street where his towering high rise stood, Ron took note of the fact that the young teenager had no time to mourn the loss of her father whom she would never see again.