The Master Bedroom, Apartment 73, The Regalway Towers, Southport, New Jersey.....
Ron sat at his kitchen table aming to devour a sandwich he had recently made. He was dressed in another pair of jeans this time dark blue in color with a black tight fitting t-shirt that showed off his abs even amid the fabric and white trainers that covered his feet and socks that matched his shirt. He had not seen nor heard much from Savannah since their formal introduction a few hours prior and guessed that she must have been much more exhausted than he anticipated. He, himself was feeling invigorated and well pleased following his exploits with the lovely maid Julia whom had done a splendid job of cleaning his home for him before she took her leave.
The place was clean and quite, one couldn't ask for much more than that when in need of a safe haven of sorts. Ron knew all too well what it had been like not to have one especially in a place like Southport. He had hoped the situation would be resolved when it came to Savannah but it appeared to be something that had no time stamp as more and more blood suckers would be desperate to make a meal of her without regard to the damage they'd already done to her.
Ron began eating his sandwich, biting into it in a ravenous manner being that he'd been alone for the most part he saw no need for pretenses.
"Still clinging to the same old notion of brutish habits." said the voice of Marcellus Altomare breaking through the silence and startling Ron once more.
"DA." he said his Irish accent once more returned as he chewed what was left of the bit he had in his mouth.
Marcellus sighed none too thrilled about his son's lack of social grace and forgoing of the basics of etiquette when eating, even alone. The handsome well dressed man moved through the living room with ease coming back to the black leather armchair he'd been so fond of the first time around.
"The girl is in the guest room I take it?" he asked with an arched brow.
Ron nodded as he put down his sandwich and washed his hands before venturing toward the living room where his father was waiting.
"Poor thing must have been a shock to her mortal senses to have to endure so much in such a short span of time." said Marcellus showing a bit of sympathy for the girl of his own.
Ron was in agreement of that as he'd seen how she looked first hand. Of course she had tried ever since then to kill him, but the somewhat truce, they called appeared to do away with all of that at least for the time being.
Marcellus looked around the apartment, he was evidently semi impressed with the furnishings it seemed. He supposed a bit of him had rubbed off on the wayward Ronan after all.
"Do what you can for the girl and keep her safe." he said turning back to the subject at hand. "I will try and get some information from The Moonlight Counsel about how best to deal with our current situation, until then keep a close eye on her at all times."
"As you wish Da." replied Ron not having the capacity to argue.
While the two men were conversing amongst one another, Savannah had come out of her room revealing that she'd been wide awake and still in search of answers despite the apparent pain they caused her.
She seemed a bit out of sorts and given to melancholy as if her situation was a hopeless one. Marcellus was the first to notice her and watched in silence as she approached them, not a single notion of fear in her heart as she did.
"You must be the werewolf in charge." she said her expression blank and her tone without much emotion as she turned her attention to the well dressed man with dark hair and a thick but well managed beard.
"I am indeed." replied Marcellus. "My wayward son and I were merely conversing about the prospects of your future cooperation Lady Lowell."
Savannah was a bit taken aback by being referred to one as Lady and the direct use of her true last name. The older werewolf appeared to have been well verse in sophistication and tact. Ron simply said nothing a weary expression on his handsome face as he watched the two of them with rapt attention. He seemed a little out of sorts when she appeared, but he was thankfully fully dressed this time around.
"I am Marcellus Altomare." said the older were with something of a charming smile as he officially greeted her. "I do apologize for speaking of you as if you were not here, but we simply didn't wish to disturb you while the discussion went on."
Savannah sighed as she looked over both of the strange men whom had come into her life since her father's murder. She knew that Marcellus despite his air of sophistication and manner was very much a werewolf as much as Ron had been. The perplexing situation she found herself in was still too much to wrap her head around. She was the last surviving member of a prominent Werewolf hunting family and her very life was in the hands of two werewolves, one specifically that her own father a known werewolf hunter himself had entrusted her to.
She didn't know why, but she felt a lot safer with Ron than she had in Marcellus' company as his motives could hardly be deciphered due to his off putting charms. He had a tendency to unnerve anyone around him she gathered including his own son. Although she found it curious that Ron was his child as they had not resembled one another in looks, she guessed Ron must have taken more after his mother, but the contrasts between them were very interesting. The most obvious being the Irish accent Ron had in comparison to the Italian accent present in Marcellus.
"Da." said Ron getting his father's attention. "What shall we do about her having to go to school?"
"Let her." replied Marcellus with a pleasant smile. "There is no reason that she cannot enjoy her daylight hours, blood suckers are creatures of habit after all, but I suggest you choose a new school that isn't aware of her current history, lest you have to endure too much questioning from the mortals about your current status as her guardian."
"I'm not changing schools, not yet." said Savannah no longer wishing to be left out if the discussion about her up coming future. "I've worked too hard to have to start over now especially with testing going on."
Ron seemed to understand her plight.
"She doesn't need to change schools Da." he interjected. "Blood suckers are only a threat to her at night and the ones that seem to have made it here are incapable of creating thralls."
Marcellus looked over his son for a few moments arching a brow in concentration before suddenly treating them both to a pleasant smile. The subtle hints that there was something about this girl that seemed to be effecting Ron in ways he had not noticed was all too intriguing to the older werewolf as he turned his attention back to the conversation at last.
"She should be alright where she currently attends, well just have to convince the staff of proof of temporary guardianship, next of kin perhaps." he said looking between them for any move for objection. "Your father's relation would possibly do the trick...due to the similar build and complexion between them."
Savannah sighed.
Apparently, she was getting a long lost and "very rich uncle" in the coming days.
"Until our next meeting I bid you both adieu." said Marcellus making his exit this time via the front door.
Ron watched him go and was visibly relieved it seemed letting some of the tension he was feeling ease once his father had been out of the line of sight. It was strange to even have it at all, he knew his father well, but it seemed the action was more for the benefit of Savannah whom had been standing a bit too close to the older werewolf.
Her blue eyes met Ron's hazel orbs for a few moments and once more his heart began to beat wildly within the confines of his chest. He could feel her sadness it seemed and resisted the urge to offer a bit of sympathy in the form of a mournful how deeming it inappropriate for the hour.
Without a word, Savannah took her leave of him returning to the guest room now that the conversation was over. Ron sighed turning his attention back to his sandwich despite not feeling very hungry at that moment.
It seemed the plotting of the blood suckers had changed both their lives in the span of a few hours and it was going to be quite an interesting few days of establishing something of a new correspondance in terms of navigating the odd set of circumstances they both found themselves presented with.
Ron finished off his sandwich and headed back toward his own bedroom this time determined to at least get a nap in before his late patrol began.