Back Alley Way, Southport, New Jersey.....
An enraged Ron Hemming could not be fully contained by his father and brother and he took off after Karlos Aventium hellbent on beating the Vampirian bloodsucker to a pulp once he got his now shapely claws into him. The fury seemed to radiate from the fast-beating heart within his chest as he began to feel the effects of his luminous rage take over causing him to shred his upper attire tossing the tattered remains of his suit shirt and jacket aside as his muscles seemed to ripple and increase in size and tension as he rushed after the weaker Vampirian. Furious rage and the prospect of vengeance had been all that was on Ron's mind as he dashed through traffic and alleyways alike hot on the trail of his former lover and most hated of enemies.
He managed to catch him, at the last second and proceeded to punch Karlos in the face causing the infamous dark-skinned vampirian to wince in agony at the force of the blow that had been hard enough to shatter his jaw bone. Up close Ron could see Karlos for the first time in a good number of years. He still retained his youthful appearance due to having been turned so young but his hair had been quite long and in neat dreads that draped down to his shoulders. He wore an outdated Victorian red suit with a white ruffled dress shirt and lace trim.
His shoes were dark brown and shiny due to upkeep.
Ron snarled at the Vampriran that had once been his mortal lover, the stench of death coming off Karlos in waves as well as the none-too-subtle glow of his red eyes. There was fresh blood on his lips from his most recent hunt and from the blow of Ron's fist as he caused his fangs to puncture his lips in the wake of the raining strikes in the face. The enraged and still weakened Vampiriran slipped out of the enraged werewolf's grasp as he stood once more on his own two feet snapping his nose back in place and rubbing the broken part of his jaw before snapping it back as well.
Karlos spit blood in Ron's face as he snarled flashing his fangs as his former lover meant to do him harm. His eyes blazed with a bit of fury of their own as he stood glaring at the massive werebeast before him.
"I did not come here for this," said Karlos annoyed knowing all too well that his only hope at this point was to distract Ron enough to flee as with the sun weakening him so much, he'd never be able to fight him outright. "I was hoping you'd put the past behind you and see reason, I killed that rotten pale bastard centuries ago he's possibly dust by now."
"Go fuck yourself, soon enough you'll be dust just like him," growled Ron intent on finishing what he started.
"Why must you be like this, Ronan, were we not good together?" asked Karlos attempting to force Ron down the familiar avenues of memory lane. "I only wanted my fair shot at a life after what was taken from me and you refused to grant me the gift that made you so free."
"What I have is not a gift and what you became has nothing to do with wanting freedom, bloodsucker." muttered an embittered and still enraged Ron as he narrowed his glowing red eyes at his former flame.
"Perhaps you like it best if I'd stayed suckling your cock." said Karlos with a flicker of heat behind his glowing red eyes. "I must confess I do miss it, the sensation of you stretching me and pounding my tightness until you explode and I do the same coating us both in thick hot seed while we pant the night away."
Ron glared at him not wishing to bring up anything from their past like that.
"I've found better," he growled unphased by the words of the Vampirian traitor before him.
Karlos looked a bit shocked by this statement. He had not anticipated feeling anything of the sort as the envy seemed to burn within the confines of his red suit-clad chest.
"You lie." he hissed in indignation.
"'Fraid not," replied Ron meeting the angry Vampirian's gaze head-on. "Fucks better than you as well, perhaps you weren't as special as you assumed you'd be bloodsucker, and now you'll die and join the rest of your so-called minions as the wind carries your dusted body back out to sea."
Karlos growled as Ron began to advance upon him.
"No...this is far from over, Ronan Hemming." he spat bitterly before taking off with superspeed and tossing a bit of dirt into Ron's eyes so as to slow him down just enough for him to escape. "THAT CHILD AND HER WOLF BLOOD WILL BE MINE!"
Ron growled in frustration as he attempted to get the dirt out of his eyes and give chase but Karlos had already been long gone. He balled his fists furious that the brazen bloodsucker had gotten away. He'd been even more pissed that he knew about Savanah and where her friend's family stayed. There was no question in his mind that now they all needed to be relocated, as quickly as possible considering that Karlos had only needed nightfall to regain his strength once more.
Marius and Marcellus had managed to catch up to Ron noting his rage at having lost Karlos once again. While he never spoke of his hatred for his former lover, Marcellus had been well aware of their past connection.
"We'll get him next time," said Marius not at all in the mood to jest at the moment.
"TO HELL WITH THAT!" growled Ron still enraged about having lost his mark. "HE SHOULD BE DEAD NOW!"
Marcellus sighed as he placed a comforting hand on his eldest son's shoulder.
"Calm yourself, we need to rally and get the mortals out of here before another attack is mounted," he instructed his sons. "This Karlos will be back and more powerful come nightfall."
Marius nodded in agreement and Ron conceded to needing to get Savanah and The Runnels into a new safe location.
"Do you have any idea where to put them up?" asked Marius out loud.
"I know a place," replied Ron not wishing to say anything more out in the open where Karlos or his many thralls could hear it.
Marcellus nodded in approval despite the look of rage still filed across the face of his eldest son.
For now, they would focus on moving the mortals, then he'd get another chance at ripping The Vampririan Karlos Aventium limb from limb.