Open Road, Southport, New Jersey.....
High winds were blowing as Ron Hemming made his way down the winding highway and toward The Bridgeport Lounge. He had gotten a call from a contact who worked at the docks about a shipping issue with strange cargo in the form of caskets or coffins being loaded onto the docks. The contact informed him that there were at least five of them and by his count. Ron quickly informed his father who had been investigating the docks as well and had taken notice of the coffins himself. It was a clear indication that the Vampirirans had taken the liberty of sending some heavy hitters to acquire the Wolf Hunter's daughter. It was an impressive tactic as far as Ron could see, but it showed too much of their desperation at having the girl.
He wasn't too far off the mark about the docks being the entry point to the Vampirians attempting to make it to Southport, but it seemed they found out that The Wolf Hunter himself had been killed and that the girl that carried his blood was being protected. He wasn't in the least worried of course, he could take on bloodsuckers all night and day if he needed to and he was quite sure his father wasn't that far behind as he'd been keeping a very close eye on the investigation.
Ron pulled into the parking lot a good distance away from the docks hopped out of the car tossed the keys into his pocket and moved toward the looming area where the caution tape remained as the mortals continued their apparent investigation. There was a lone dock worker who braved a return to the area by the name of Felix Reynolds.
Felix was an old timer who was aware of quite a bit going on at the docks and then some around Southport. He was the first mortal a shipwrecked Ron Hemming had run into when he first arrived in New Jersey during a violent storm that nearly capsized the vessel Ron had been working on.
He was a sailor at that time, an expert on manships and various ranges and models.
The mortals didn't know what to make of the completely naked and semi-conscious man who survived a shipwreck far out at sea and was carried via his ability to swim the currents toward their native shores. Felix was the first to fish the unconscious Ron out of the murky waters and wrap him in one of the emergency blankets unsure of what to do for him aside from alerting the paramedics that were due to arrive.
"Still alive old ma,." said Ron standing in his fancy suit as his shiny black dress shoes clicked against the hardwood of the docks, while he put his hands into his pockets.
"Very much,o," replied Felix with a smirk despite his old appearance and shaking hands he seemed quite spry. "Looks like you made out pretty well kid, well you ain't much of a kid anymore now are you?"
Ron smirked as he stood near the old man who had his eyes on the water, same as always. It seemed nothing much had changed in the light of day not even with the strange vessel and the odd cargo on board in the form of five neatly arranged coffins.
The two of them had not been alone long, as the distinctive scent of one Marcellus Altomare caught the attention of his son as the older werewolf stepped out of the shadows, dressed to impress via a navy blue suit, with a light blue dress shirt neatly pressed and shiny black dress shoes. His long black locks were pulled back into a ponytail and his neatly trimmed beard remained in impeccable condition.
"Starting without me?" came the voice of another that joined the three men who had stepped from the shadows wearing a pair of dark denim jeans and a black short-sleeved t-shirt.
Once into the light, Ron caught sight of a younger man with an average build in terms of body mass and height, a bit of lean muscle, and the same olive oil complexion that gave him a handsome clean-shaven appearance not so unlike that of Marcellus himself with short cut black hair and hypnotic dark eyes as he approached the three men with his arms folded across his chest.
"Fancy meeting you here." said the seemingly arrogant younger man with a smirk.
"Mariu," said Ron rolling his eyes.
"Is that any way to greet your baby brother?" asked the handsome younger man with a clean-shaven face. "I mean it's not like we've talked in the last what was it...ten years?"
Marius Antony Altomare was the only biological son of Marcellus Anton Altomare and his wife and mate Olivia Altomare. He was quite a young werewolf and pure in blood, unlike the half-blooded Ron Hemming who had been adopted as a boy by Marcellus long before young Marius was born.
"This isn't the time for game," said Marcellus annoyed that his younger son had followed him to the new world and New Jersey at that.
"Who's playing them Pop?" asked Marius with a wicked smirk. "I heard we were going to be going to war with the bloodsuckers like the old days and I wanted a piece of the action."
"Twenty-one and still a fo,l," muttered Ron as he rolled his eyes once more at his little brother's ignorance.
"Not my fault Pop and Ma waited centuries to have,e," replied Marius with a smirk. "Which is more than I can say for you old man....what are you six thousand years old now?"
It was as demeaning an insult as there ever was one with Marius knowing full well that Ron had been at least one hundred twenty-five by his last count. He stopped paying attention to his birthday when he reached adulthood never aging, nor growing any taller as a result of hitting his thirty-fifth year quite some time ago.
Ron nearly launched himself at his wayward younger brother.
"Fuck off Mar, us," he growled. "I'll rip you to shreds right here and now."
Marius returned his challenge as he attempted to do the same.
"Now that's more like," he growled in return as his dark eyes shifted into an eerie glow of red.
Having had enough of the bickering, Marcellus asserted his dominance and will on both of his unruly sons.
"Enou,h," he said as his own eyes glowed a semi-green and golden color causing both the bickering boys to whimper in pain before stepping back to their mutual corners.
"Tes,y," muttered Marius rubbing his head following the subtle attack from his father via his not often displayed prowess. "You in a bad mood or what today Pop?"
"Alright, Da," muttered Ron with his accent returning while also feeling pain in his head via his father's prowess. "You've made your point."
"See that you two remember th,t," replied Marcellus before turning his attention to Felix who had been in awe of the situation.
Instead of being frightened,d he seemed impressed.
"Wish I could do something like that with my bo,s," he said in awe of the older werewolf. "They bicker like you wouldn't believe."
"You were going to mention something about a shipment of coffee," said Marcellus expertly steering the conversation back to the business at hand.
Felix nodded more or less intimidated about angering the big werewolf in charge.
"Over him,e," he said motioning for the muscle-bound trio to follow him toward the strange vessel that was forcefully docked during the random heavy storm. "Been here about a week and the bodies...they say they were drained of blood, but the coffins...they didn't go near any of them."
Ron and Marius each took a side of the docks to explore and leaped onto the nearly barren vessel as it swayed against the sea that battered against it the old ropes and rusted chains clanged together making a good deal of noise as the two werebeasts moved about the ship. Marcellus elected to stay near Felix and watched the docks, he knew that if there was something to be seen, his boys would alert him if only to outdo each other in regards to the investigation.
High wind continued to blow along the docks as the suit-clad Ron began his search on the easter portion of the ship and Marius seemed to opt for the western portion. They agreed rather reluctantly to meet in the middle should they find something or run into trouble about the bloodsuckers on board.
Ron had not been investigating long before his nose caught on to the scent of a bloodsucker, of a refined age and quite possibly of sound mind due to the nature of the scent. He continued to follow the scent until it led off the vessel and he leaped from a great height in a bid to chase after it. Marius seemed to take note and picked up on the strange scent as well and followed after Ron leaping from the ship and doing a front flip in an attempt to show off.
Marcellus rolled his eyes and escorted Felix to safety before taking off at speeds unheard of as his elegant-clad body seemed to fade in the wake of his running.
Felix did not know what was going on, but he was sure he didn't truly wish to find out.