Apartment 73, The Regalway Towers, Southport, New Jersey.....
Ron Hemming stood in the center of his living room half naked aside from his black boxer shorts amid the darkness and his thoughts as he attempted to make sense of what the past few weeks had brought him. Savannah had already gone to bed and had not been particularly looking forward the the weekend despite not having to deal with school. The reality of her father's murder had finally sunk in and he had heard her sobs for hours as he stood outside the bedroom door unsure of what to do about them. He felt an odd amount of compassion for the teenage girl and fury at having failed in his mission to keep her father safe, to begin with, knowing that the vampirian had it out for him. While he had no love for the Moonlight Counsel, he had begun to want better for Savannah at least and didn't in the slightest trust the counsel of old hounds to do a thing to help the young woman in her time of need.
Ron sighed as he watched the slow drops of undue rainfall against the side of his building, making everything slick and shiny in their wake. He could feel the cool chill of the wetness and the sound of the rain was quite a soothing thing given what Savannah had been going through. While he had not been fond of his biological father, he was certainly fond enough of the infamous wolf hunter in his own right and understood what it meant to have lost him. His apparent bond with Marcellus Altomare had seen to him having a father of sorts when it was all said and done and despite being an immortal, Ron had still been concerned for the ancient werewolf and his position as Night Watcher at the beck and call of the wolven counsel.
After a bit of celebration, Ron's thoughts briefly trailed back to his previous morning encounter with Oliver Lorenz, and a cocky smirk filed across his handsome bearded face at the adept measure of control he had over the equally handsome, thin male model. He wasn't as vocal in his displeasure at being used more or less as a sex object as Talia was, but there was not much in the way that he could do about it aside from denying himself the need for pleasure as Talia had. Whether he wished to indulge or not had no standing on Ron, as he was more than capable of obtaining his pleasures from another be it man or woman whenever he so chose.
The teacher Charlotte Freedman had also come to mind as well as the possibility that he might have gotten her pregnant during their first and only encounter. She seemed to be caught off guard when he revealed having been Victor Harlowe's younger brother, of course, the rouse had been necessary, but she seemed genuinely shocked and possibly a bit guilty as a result of their prior association.
Ron had enjoyed their night together as much as she had, but the possibility of siring an heir directly had been something of a concern for him. He carried the blood of an immortal Les Ferale in his veins, and passing that along to another had not been ideal in terms of the possibility of having an unruly offspring.
The rain continued to pour as Ron stared out into the soaked city streets and pondered what his next move would be.
He'd been still awaiting news from Athan about whether or not he'd seen or heard anything about his estranged brother's plans for obtaining Savannah in a bid to have her blood for himself. He did not doubt that the vampirians had been aware that the thin-blood maniacs they had sent on the ship to reach South Port had killed The Wolf Hunter outright. He didn't doubt that they had come up with the conclusion to continue their little plot with the daughter of the wolf hunter instead, but there was a good deal of resistance even amongst their lot.
Ron was beginning to grow restless despite the horrid weather and paced a bit before turning his attention toward seeking amusement for the evening. He knew better than to venture back to Oliver's as his beast blood seemed to react to whatever scent Oliver gave off and caused him to nearly lose all control of himself the last time. He came to the inevitable conclusion that a visit was long over due to a certain someone who had been potentially carrying his unborn child and if she'd indeed been pregnant due to their encounter, honor demanded he see to his offspring, Les Ferale blood or not.
There was also the fact that Marcellus wouldn't have allowed him to ditch such a responsibility to his possible grandchild given how he'd been his eldest son while Marius, as obnoxious as he was, had been still a pup and wet behind the ears.
Still feeling the effects of his restless nature, Ron decided to get a short workout in, dropping down to his knees and doing a few push-ups as his mind continued to wander back to the endless possibilities and his upcoming schedule at the agency. Sumner was a big deal with Savannah having to be at his place more often and he didn't want to take a chance with her safety in the wake of his scheduling.
It was abundantly clear that the bloodsuckers patrolled the area in search of her whereabouts and that being home all summer led to them possibly making adjustments as far as trying to find her had gone.
Ron continued his workout as Savannah came from her bedroom for the first time since venturing into it after school. She seemed to be coming around to his company following her father's funeral and the meals they shared in the wake of becoming unofficial roommates and it was something pleasant if Ron were honest with himself. She had forgone trying to kill him and all his kind, at least until she was able to deal with the bloodsuckers and continue proper training.
Ron did not doubt that she'd still come for his head, despite it not being a possibility as he'd been rendered immortal since Marcellus gave him his blood mid-transformation.
Savannah seemed to be busy as she moved about the living room and then ventured toward the kitchen where she made herself a snack before attempting to head back to her bedroom before taking notice of Ron still doing a few push-ups on the floor. He'd been half naked aside from his black boxer briefs and she could see the details of his muscled body. She tried her best to ignore yet another image of the handsome werewolf to keep her up at night. Ron continued his workout as if he had not a care in the world after taking note of her handling her snaking on her own.
He had already concluded that she would be much safer at his estate once summer rolled in. The high walls and gated community were ideal to keep out the bloodsuckers, not to mention his staff had been awaiting his return since he'd taken leave of it due to boredom after retiring for the winter.
The estate, which consisted of a sixteen-bedroom manor with a forest in the background and a few acres that consisted of his carport, storage for his private jet, a fancy large pool, and classic brick siding set up along with many maids and a few butlers at their disposal. He had even sought to sweeten the deal by offering to take in her best friend and her parents for the summer if it meant she'd be safe and well looked after when he'd been at work.
Of course, he had to speak with them first.
Still, he was confident that playing wealthy Uncle Ron would be ideal when it came to keeping Savannah not only safe but amused this summer once school had let out.