The Master Bedroom, Apartment 73, The Regal Way Towers, Southport, New Jersey.....
Night had fallen before Ron Hemming saw his way to awakening, as he stretched and rolled onto his back before sitting up and bringing himself to shuffle out of bed after pulling on a pair of long black shorts that came to his knees and made his way out into the hall where he had run into a still awakened Savannah Harlowe, whom was rummaging through the kitchen for a midnight snack. She seemed to have been adjusting well, or rather as well as anyone could in her given situation with her father being killed and her hunted by blood suckers and possibly other werewolves alike to settle old blood debts against The Wolf Hunter whom had made a career out of hunting their clanmates. Ron yawned and stretched as he entered the kitchen right behind Savannah whom had not been paying attention to what she was doing when she bumped into him.
Ron caught her and the plate she carried stacked high with leftover pot-roast, various vegetables, and a slice of bread and found himself feeling a bit on the hungry side as well. He smiled at her and she returned it in kind as he assisted her toward the nearby isle in the center of the kitchen and sat her plate down. Ron watched as she had taken a seat and he did the same before turning his attention to his grumbling stomach as a result of his negligent behavior when it came to feeding himself. He supposed he had been starving himself at least in part on purpose due to his own unseemly behavior when he had allowed his undue bloodlust to get the better of him.
Savannah looked to have something on her mind as she slowly ate.
"What was your life like before all this?" she asked making conversation for the first time. "I mean was it by choice or...was it forced on you?"
Ron took a moment to process the question.
"Unlike most people, this wasn't something I chose for myself." admitted Ron. "Being turned in the first place wasn't my choice either."
Savannah gave him her undivided attention.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Believe it or not, before all of this...I was born a poor farm boy back in Ireland," replied Ron as his Irish accent began to surface in the wake of the memories returning to the surface of his mind. "We Hemmings were simple folk, my biological Da an me, managed a farm meself for a time whilst Da went out seal huntin'."
"What happened to your mother?" asked Savannah who had not known much about her own mother.
"I was told, every chance my drunk Da got that she died giving birth to me," replied Ron trying his best to not sound so cynical about his upbringing. "The drunkard always blamed me for her death, saying if I'd never been born he'd still have his wife."
Savannah seemed sad to hear this and that she'd pried in the first place.
"Sorry," she said.
Ron rolled his eyes at the sentiment.
"I don't need pity," he growled. "And I don't need your lot to tell me what I am, I've known it from the start that I'm no good....even before I was given tainted blood and cast into the pits for crimes unspeakable."
"I didn't mean to upset you," said Savannah.
"Well you have," replied Ron getting to his feet. "Now you might as well hear the rest of it."
Savannah sighed and listened to the remainder of his story having a feeling she wasn't going to like it very much when it was all said and done.
"I remember like it was yesterday, me being a lad of fifteen and starving despite all the work I put into the failing farm, Da had just smacked me right across the face and there were tears in my eyes clouding my vision as I made it to the barn, I could hear something behind me but the stinging of me face was getting the better of my attention." continued Ron forthcoming to Savannah about the abuse he suffered in his youth. "She came from out of nowhere, a bitch from the very depths of hell....a rabid bitch as my kind call her given to fiendish blood and unseemly desires that control her very being....she set her sights on me and as such tried to end my short miserable life there and then."
Savannah couldn't believe Ron's horrible fortune. He'd already been subjected to abuse and torment and now here he was being attacked the worst creature imaginable.
"We struggled in the barn for what seemed like hours she and I but she was much stronger given her true nature and me being but a lad at the time," explained Ron. "She ripped my gut to shreds and I was bleeding out like a stuffed pig, but I wasn't going to give the bitch the satisfaction of killing me so easily...I found a pitchfork and rammed it into her body causing her to take off but not before her tainted blood spilled into my wounds and infected me with her vile sickness, you already know the rest with Marcellus finding me and treating my afflicted body via his own pure blood resulting in my immortality and abilities I use to this very day."
Savannah couldn't believe what she was hearing. She didn't doubt that the story was true but to think that Ron Hemming had a worse-off life than she had at the moment was something to consider. It was no wonder that he seemed so sad every day despite being rich and sought after by men and women alike. She supposed being immortal had something to do with it as well, she couldn't imagine what it was like for him to form close bonds only for everyone around him that had cared for him aside from Marcellus and his clan to just die and he was powerless to do anything about it.
On the other hand, her parents were killed while she had been powerless to do anything about it.
Ron sighed as he leaned against the aisle.
"I am sorry I shouldn't have told you all that," he said considering what she'd recently gone through.
"It's fine," replied Savannah placing a hand on his. "I did ask."
Ron smirked before she offered him a sandwich she made from the leftover pot roast.
"Truce," she said handing it to him.
"It's not laced with poison is it Wolf Hunter's Daughter?" asked Ron with an arched brow.
"Not at the moment, Werewolf," replied Savannah with a grin.
Ron took the sandwich, for which his grumbling stomach had been grateful, and ate beside her.
The two of them ate in companionable silence for a time before venturing off toward their respective bedrooms.