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Chapter 33 - Chapter 32: When Teenage Angst Meets Growing Curiosity

Apartment 73, The Regal Way Towers, Southport, New Jersey.....

Once more Savannah Harlowe found herself alone when Ron had gone out for his patrol. She lay awake in bed for a few moments before she got fed up and ventured from her bedroom and toward the living room. She looked around taking note of the elegant décor although she had not liked Ron Hemming all that much, he did have decent taste in furniture. Savannah sighed as she moved about the place alone with her thoughts as she reflected on her situation for the first time with a clear head.

She became curious about the werewolf that she found herself sharing an apartment with and ventured into his bedroom where she took note of the neat manner in which he kept his things despite being a brute and the enormous walk-in closet that kept all his attire ranging from a great many expensive and foreign-made suits to t-shirts of every color with and without sleeves.

There was a good deal of jeans of every sort and suit slacks of every color as well, along with boots, trainers, and dress shoes to match the assortment of styles he varied from.

Savannah had not expected a werewolf of all things to appear so human in his tastes. It was clear from the collection of old literature workings that he even had some capacity for appreciating things of a more literary sense and poems plenty suggesting that whomever he had been before he befell the curse that made him a werewolf, to begin with, was a soulful and largely misunderstood person far from home and outcast wherever he turned.

Ron Hemming was essentially unlike any werewolf or male model for that matter that Savannah had ever met and it was both impressive and sad as she guessed he might have been the lonely sort. She continued to move about his room noting his large bed and the neatly made covers. She shook her head at the rather scandalous thought of the many women he'd brought into this room just to bed them. He was a multi-billionaire fashion model after all, there was bound to be a good deal of women who would throw themselves at his feet.

Skylar was willing to do it and she'd only been fourteen and well affiliated with Ron's apparent "Work" when it came to his modeling career.

While Savannah couldn't deny that Ron Hemming was quite the handsome man. She didn't for one moment forget that he was a werewolf and that her father had made a career out of killing werewolves despite how human Ron seemed to appear. She would never understand why her father, a werewolf hunter was so keen on sending her to live with someone he deemed to have been an enemy, but due to the choice of falling into the clutches of a vampire or a werewolf that wasn't familiar with her family history she decided in the end it was the best course of action despite still blaming Ron for her father's untimely death.

If she were honest with herself, Savannah would have admitted to feeling a bit lonely in the apartment alone most of the time. She figured it was because Ron believed he was giving her space and keeping his distance due to the nature of their association and it was but they hardly ever spoke even when he was inside the apartment aside from polite greetings and questions about school, homework, or her friends.

He wasn't her uncle, but he was behaving like one, making the much-needed and strange ruse between them all the more convincing.

Savannah heard the sound of the door and quickly rushed to hide in the walk terrified that it might have been another vampire. She stuck her head out to peek at who the new arrival had been only to find Ron returned from his patrol and stripped down to his gray boxer briefs as he tossed his used attire into the nearby hamper and made his way toward the lavatory.

The fourteen-year-old girl had never seen a man naked before let alone one as good-looking as Ron Hemming so she was caught completely off guard when he took off his briefs and tossed them into the hamper as well. Her eyes widened when she got a look at his perfectly chiseled body and massive appendage that seemed to stick straight up into the air of its own accord. She wondered if this was something that had to do with him being a werewolf, but shrugged it off as she watched him disappear into the door and close it firmly behind him.

Despite her initial shock, she managed to will herself to exit his closet and room respectively while she had the chance and raced back to her side of the apartment and bedroom where she closed and locked the door and climbed back into bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. She couldn't get the image of the handsome man out of her head nor the fact that he'd been so large below the waist and that it seemed to have a mind of its own.

Skylar had often made jokes about being in love with her "sexy uncle" and Savannah knowing full well that Ron Hemming was a werewolf discouraged it. Skylar would go on and on about how Savannah didn't see it because he was her "uncle", but every woman in Southport whether they admitted it out loud or not wanted to have a go at the handsome male model.

Savannah sighed in the darkness knowing all too well that she wasn't going to get much sleep with the image of a naked Ron plaguing her thoughts and causing her weary young mind to go to curious places despite her not being fully aware of why.

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The Lavatory, Apartment 73, The Regal Way Towers, Southport, New Jersey.....

Ron Hemming stood beneath the stream of warm water allowing it to beat against his tired and aching muscles as he closed his eyes. He had a particularly long day, but no bloodsuckers were in sight which is why he chose to return to his apartment after his patrol showed no signs of the enemy making a move. They had not even bothered to venture toward Savannah's old apartment complex this time around. He supposed he was agitated and disappointed that he couldn't work out his aggression on bloodsuckers with Talia still out of town and his lack of interest in many of the women who would gladly throw themselves at his feet.

His mind traveled back to Savannah and how she must have been still adjusting to everything that had happened to her over the past few weeks. He even considered allowing her friend Skylar to come over to the apartment for a few days to cheer the often very gloomy girl up. Ron shook his head after slicking back his hair from the stream of water that hit him.

He was beginning to sound like an Uncle of sorts even to himself.

Electing to finish his shower, Ron lathered up via the soap several times and rinsed off before exiting the shower in little more than a towel that was wrapped around his waist as he moved toward his bedroom. He flopped down onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling with his arms folded behind his head as images of the last encounter he had with Talia in that very room replayed in his mind.

His thoughts soon shifted to the handsome new arrival Oliver Lorenz whom he had the pleasure of having on more than one occasion at this point and he smirked amid the darkness of his room before allowing the very vivid and passionate memories to lure him into a contented if admittedly aroused slumber.