The Lavatory, Apartment 73, The Regal Way Towers, Southport, New Jersey.....
Ron Hemming had finally reached his home after hours of trying to conceal the fact that he'd been completely naked and still slightly aroused from his latest encounter with Oliver Lorenz. He managed to get through the complex unseen and entered his apartment via an opened window in the lavatory. He rolled his eyes at having to skulk about in the dark like he'd been, a mere pup back in Italy when he'd gone out of his way to get back into his apartment and avoid suspicion altogether from his neighbors and of all people, Savannah who had already been put in a difficult position despite knowing all too well that he'd been a werewolf. Ron managed to climb inside the room and even opted to take a shower given what he'd been up to for the past few hours since his animalistic side had taken over him. He stood amid the shiny white tile in his shower and turned on the water allowing it to soak him from head to toe.
The heated water had done wonders for his weary muscles as he stood beneath the silver shower head allowing the hot water to cascade down his back and shoulders. He thought for a moment about the woman he'd seen mutilated in the alley and felt sick to his stomach once more before pushing it out of his mind as he continued his shower. He had not seemed to have been himself ever since finding out that his arch nemesis was the one chosen to secure Savannah which had definitely determined his choice to take her back to his well-fortified and stocked estate once school had let out.
It was still very much a New Jersey property, but one of considerable wealth and distance from the slums where the Vampires seemed to enjoy gathering the most as well as the highrise where he'd have a much more difficult time getting to work, but it was all worth it when it came to keeping Savannah safe from the bloodsuckers.
Ron rested his hands against the tile as the water continued to wash over him. Images of finding the woman ripped to shreds back in the alley filled his mind and he attempted to get ahold of himself. The detour to Oliver's place had done him some good, bringing him back to reality in a sense. Still, the sweetness of the unsuspecting handsome thin man's blood had not done Ron any favors as far as quelling the feral beast that resided inside him. He could feel his blood boiling in his veins even now as it caused his enormous cock to swell amid the water and a low growl to emit from his tightly pursed lips.
He enjoyed the freedom of being out in the open but he knew he had to contend with the monster that always lurked inside him, ready to make itself known at a moment's notice in a bid to rebel against the slightly pure blood that flowed within his veins courtesy of Marcellus Altomare.
Memories of his original sire had embittered him over the years as he had wanted nothing more than to track down the ghoulish fiend and rip her throat from her body and gorge on her blood as she attempted to do to him when he'd been just a clueless human lad living his life in Ireland.
Ron recalled how difficult it was for him to get at least a semblance of control over his wayward blood and the coming of age had not made it any better. He spent the better part of his first year as Marcellus' son sticking his cock into any humanoid flesh that moved, even bedding a few Weres in the process.
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Outskirts Of Verdicci, Sicily, Italy 1901.....
Fifteen-year-old Ronan Hemming had not been as impressive a specimen in his youth as he'd been when he had gotten older, but he was plenty strong and fit for a thin lad with wild reddish brown locks that draped over his enormously broad shoulders and his chest was bare more often than not. His trousers were always in ruins due to spontaneous transformations and he sometimes wore black loafers or nothing at all when it came to footwear. His keen hazel eyes had sifted through the darkened night amid the crowds of people gathered for a local festival wearing masks and elegantly refined attire resembling that of elite nobility despite some amid the crowd being peasants from all over. Ron had been having quite a time enjoying being out in the night, as the cool winds moved across his heated flesh and hair. He took in the scents of the various people, one scent being the sweetest of them all had caught his undivided attention and he followed it.
He ended up trailing a very frisky young couple of nobles who had left the festival to be alone for the evening sure that no one had been able to suspect that they had given the implication of what an unsanctioned union between them would bring to their respective families.
Ron continued to follow the young couple who were all hot and heavy the moment they reached the underground tunnels well out of the sight of the festivalgoers. He felt the boiling of his blood even then despite the cool night air and the almost palpable sensation of need that drove him to stalk the couple even as they embraced in the darkness driven in their own right by the need to experience their growing passion for each other.
Despite the darkness, the red-orange glow of Ron's formerly hazel eyes lit up something fierce as he closed in on the couple. The various grunts and moans filled his keen ears and the scent of arousal from them both had gotten his undivided attention. Given his youth and the sensation of his Les Ferale blood boiling in his veins, Ron was no longer in control as his cock swelled and his animal instincts took hold of him. The need to adhere to his lust in blood and physical sense was all he knew as he approached the couple in mid-coitus startling them in one swoop.
The noble male had thrown his lady and attempted to run but Ron ripped him to shreds via claw and teeth. His screams and blood filled the tunnels as his traumatized lady only stared at the hulking beast of a man in half-feral form but dared not move nor could she as her knickers were down her ankles and she'd been highly exposed both to the elements via her nether region and to the fiend who had murdered her former lover.
She seemed to still be frozen in place by the time the teenage Were pounced on her, ripping at her clothes and bodice until he exposed her warm pale flesh to the cool elements and his lust-filled eyes. She simply gasped when his body, which was also naked by this point came into contact with her own and he could feel her fingernails claw into the exposed flesh of his back.
He hissed and growled as he pinned her between the cold stone and his own blood-heated body. Her legs wrapped around him as he jolted her across the ground pumping his wayward hips like mad as he took in the sensation of her tight warmth. She moaned and whimpered in his ears which only served to increase his aggressive motion.
When the heights of pleasure had at last been reached, Ron saw only red as the sentiment of his human mind gave way to the intent of the beast within as more of his tainted blood coursed through his veins, hot and unyielding in the wake of fresh prey.
His mouth tasted of blood and he barely registered the screams before everything shifted and the beast continued its prowl. He had ripped the young couple to shreds and scattered their remains about the tunnels where they were found by his father Marcellus Altomare.
Marcellus hunted him down and threw him into The Stone Pits, a dark and desolate place just outside Scotland where stone and empty sea met and the tormented stayed damned. Ron had been sentenced and bound via iron fetters from wrists to ankles for the better part of three decades in darkness before his father eventually came to retrieve him, he was starved, but not dead as his immortal blood seemed to overtake his rabid nature and he eventually became too weak to fight against it or his father's wishes at that moment.
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The Master Bedroom, Apartment 73, The Regal Way Towers, Southport, New Jersey.....
Ron Hemming had no doubt that Marcellus would put him back in the pits for longer if he had not need of him on his current case following what happened to the whore he tore apart in the alley. The now freshly clean man stepped out of the shower dripping onto the floor and slightly aroused due to the swirling vivid visions of the past.
He was more exhausted than he realized and moved toward his bedroom where he collapsed at once no longer wishing to move an inch as his surroundings faded and gave way to the pleasant nothingness of sleep.