The Berkley Warehouse, Berkley and Flint Street, Southport, New Jersey.....
Midnight brought with it, it's usual set of surprises as Ron Hemming ventured along with his very observant father Marcellus and his obnoxious younger brother Marius Altomare toward the massive warehouse in the center of the block, where steel kitchenware parts were the major exports. The trail they found of the most powerful of the invading Vampirians had brought them to this place from the docks prompting Marcellus to give this aspect of their investigation his full attention. Even Marius had been on full alert when face with the knowledge of what the impending battle would bring. The there werewolves were immortal, but the damage would still hurt the same should the Vampirian get the upper hand in battle. Unlike most nights when Ron had battled the thin blood suckers, he wasn't too sure when the sun would arise nor how powerful this new threat had been or if there were more lying in wait for the perfect moment to strike.
Marcellus was as poised as ever taking the lead as he motioned for his boys to venture to opposite sides of the warehouse as they had the shipping vessel in the hopes of avoiding a possible ambush altogether. marius had been on his best behavior, for whatever that was worth at the moment and Ron was quite keen with his vast array of abilities and when it came to hunting down blood suckers.
The moment they all split up, things went south as whomever owned the warehouse had informed someone of the presence of the werewolves and called in some muscle for the occasion. Despite his strength, Ron was under strict orders from his father to not only not draw attention to the fact that he'd been a were, but he wasn't allowed to intentionally hurt mortals unless the situation was dire and called for it. There was no sign of Marcellus Altomare as he was well advanced in his skills of subterfuge and escapism. His position of Night Watchman outright demanded his skills be at a higher grade than his inexperienced young sons.
Marius had been the fool that set the alarm off and it notified those keeping watch of the intrusion and he was the first they grabbed also having to adhere to his father's direct orders. The group of mortals, each holding guns loaded with silver bullets escorted the captured Ron and Marius as they each entered the massive warehouse only to find that it had been converted into a massive after hours stop called Club Red.
Ron didn't know what to believe when he and his obnoxious younger brother were further accosted by the mortal bodyguards and lead down the winding basement steps of the place to the heart of the nightclub where they had the displeasure or perhaps uncomfortable opportunity to make the acquaintance of what appeared to be a powerful blood sucker by the name of Athan Bartholomew Graves.
Athan was infamous in his heyday terrorizing the south coast of Spain, The West end of Greece, and The Northern part of Italy at a time when Vampririans walked the earth despite dodging the power of the sun. He was quite a handsome vampire in his own right with long black locks that draped over his pale shoulders and with vibrant yellow eyes and a pleasant smile as he sat at the center of a card table petting a black cat and sipping a glass of what Ron knew all too well not to have actually been red wine.
Athan seemed impressed with the sight of them as his smirk was quite charming.
"Two werewolves in my midst what an honor." said the charming vampirian as he looked over his new guests. "Does my sense of smell deceive me or are you both not the offspring of The Infamous Night Watcher...Marcellus was it...Marcellus Altomare?"
The Vampirian's eyes began to glow as he opened his mouth and took in the scent of their blood from where he sat amid two women pale in color and gothic in manner dressed in black lace bodices from a bygone era much like their master whom had the ensemble of an elite aristocrat from the seventeenth century. His waist coat was red, his favorite color for obvious reasons and he wore white leggings with shiny black silver buckled loafers and yellow golden trousers.
The long sleeve white shirt he wore beneath the red coat had ruffles along the collar and wrists. A bit of a throwback to the old world and the days where he had been a guest at many a fine dining establishment only find himself less enthralled with the cuisine and more than happy to gorge on the rich well bred blood from those around him.
"Who the fuck are you?" asked Marius narrowing his eyes at the creature before them as the mortal bodyguards trained their weapons upon him and Ron whom stood silent and took note of the vampiric women around the table.
"Forgive my baby brother, he's not been out in the world for very long and it's well past his bedtime." said Ron turning on the charm as he appeared to relax in the presence of the sentient blood drinker.
Athan seemed charmed by Ron's apparent notion of manners.
"A beast with manners?" he said goading them a bit before smirking. "How quaint."
"I apologize for the intrusion, but you see I am conducting an investigation into the recent arrival of a large unmanned vessel of sorts." said Ron still turning on the charm. "I was previously attacked via thin bloods while doing my investigation and it lead me here...obviously you have been hold up here for quite some time...is there anything that you can provide in the way of assistance so that we can be on our merry little way?"
Athan smiled liking the manner and honest approach that Ron had taken.
He sighed with all the dramatic flair that his kind had been known for.
"It has been quite a while since I've been among others of the accursed sense." he said seemingly weary all of the sudden. "I was branded a blood traitor by my very own brother and forced to flee my homeland in exile."
Marius looked at the creature with a combination of disgust and confusion. He had not known much about the original war between The Vampirians and The Were Clans, but he had heard stories and horrors untold of casualties on both sides and grew up with a well founded bias against anything remotely resembling a "blood sucker."
Ron seemed to know how to speak to them, as he was an outcast in his own right, being Moonborn with the blood of Les Ferale in his veins. The eternal shame of house Altomare back in Verdicci, Italy. Of course Marcellus had not seen it that way. He embraced his son and contended with The Moonlight Counsel day in and day out about his decision to grant a known Les Ferale blood born pup the Pureblood that would give him immortality.
Athan took a moment to approach Ron waving away his bodyguards and meeting the weary and well dressed looking werewolf's eyes.
"There is great sorrow in you, young one." he said apparently reaching a measure of understanding. "You know not your place in the world and thus it leaves you unfounded, I however knew my place and had it stripped away from me by my vile sibling."
Athan looked over at Marius who narrowed his eyes at him when he said "Vile sibling".
"Alas, I cannot assist you with much as I've only just awoken after months of depression over my current state of affairs, I have finally managed to see the night again." said Athan. "Although I have heard a thing or two from my old contacts about that fool Vincenzo sending thin bloods to do his bidding in search of a Wolf Hunter."
Ron seemed oddly unnerved by the mention of Vincenzo.
"Who is this Vincenzo?" asked Marius taking note of his elder brother's discomfort.
"Why Vincenzo is my unruly and vile sibling of course." replied Athan with a smirk. "As vile as they come in his day, of course such was the result of our dear sweet mother sending us to that awful priest."
Marius was shocked to hear such a thing.
Ron had been quite stunned as well.
"Oh don't look so out of sorts, you see I took it rather well, but Vincenzo...the pride of the family didn't do so well after the fact and eventually became the vile fiend that he is today. " said Athan making his way back to his seat in the center of the room with the women kneeling beside him by each of his legs obedient and dutiful as he stroked their heads like the owner of a dog would when it sat at his feet. "I shall endeavour to contact you when I hear something of note."
Marius arched a brow at this.
"Why are you helping us?" he asked suspiciously. "Didn't you just say that Vincenzo was your brother?"
Athan smirked.
"Was...being the word you seem to forget." he replied with a flicker of malice behind his dark eyes. "How else did you think I ended up exiled in this horrible little mortal port?"
He waved off his men and they escorted both brothers back to the top of the stairs and the entrance of the warehouse where they tossed them both into the street away from the main doors.
Marcellus seemed to have been awaiting their return for quite some time as he seemed bored.
"Any news?" he asked greeting his sons.
"Yeah, Athan is a definatele blood sucker." replied Marius annoyed.
"Athan?" asked Marcellus in a curious tone. "Athan Accardi?"
"The very same." replied Ron noting just how serious this was.
"Vincenzo must have exiled him." said Marcellus with a sigh. "In any case see what information he provides, he is out of his element here and deep in Were Clan territory."
"As you wish Da." replied Ron.
Marcellus turned his attention to Marius.
"As for you...you are to return home...you could use basic training and a good talking to from your mother about your reckless behavior as of late." he told his younger son.
Marius was about to move to protest when he suddenly felt the same pain he had down at the docks when bickering with Ron.
Having little to no choice he conceded defeat for the time being in the face of his father's wrath.
"Good night to you pup." said Marcellus, grabbing the subdued young Marius via the scruff of his neck, as he looked over at Ron.
"And to you Da." said Ron bidding his father farewell for the time being. "Marius."
The younger were simply nodded still struggling via his father's grip on his neck before they quickly departed.
Ron turned his attention toward returning to his own home where Savannah was surely waiting.