The Werecat; The Story of Ronnie

Two

Ronnie was waiting for Vermilion outside of her classroom door when the bell rang. As soon as he had realized what he was feeling, he hightailed it out of the classroom pretty fast, muttering some kind of excuse about suddenly not feeling well. He didn't bother looking back at Lulu; the bitch was probably happy that he left. A scowl touched his features briefly before disappearing. Why would he be jealous of the way some stupid boy looked at her? One, he hardly knew her, and two, lots of boys look at the girls in far stronger ways than that, and he never felt a thing. Lulu wasn't exactly special.

Vermilion walked out of class and right by him, and he fell into step behind her. Either she didn't notice him, or she was pretending not to notice him, but either way, she kept walking, her hips swaying in a soft, erotic motion. He stopped himself from reaching out and touching her, clenching his hands into fists in his pockets. Vermilion turned a corner and hurried up a flight of stairs, her skirt bouncing up to reveal her emerald green lace panties. Ronnie grinned; Green was his favourite colour. And she knew it, too. He followed her up the stairs, down the hall, and she suddenly turned into a classroom, shutting the door behind her.

Ronnie frowned. Strange, he thought. he reached for the door handle, turned it slowly, then pushed. The door swung open easily for him, and he stepped in. He was welcomed by total darkness; All the lights were out, and the heavy drapes were drawn across the picture windows alont the wall. The only light was from the hallway behind him, but even that was cut off when the door was shut behind him. He turned, his eyes having no problem adjusting to the dark, and grinned.

Vermilion had her back to the door, the buttons of her blouse opened down to her belly button, revealing her emerald green lace bra underneath. Her tie was loose, and she slowly pulled it up over her head, her eyes never leaving him. She slid out of her shoes, then slowly walked over to him, her hips swaying erotically. Ronnie's eyes locked on her hips, and a low purr escaped his lips. He felt Vermilion smile rather than see it; He knew all girls liked it when he purred. Or growled. His hands reached out, grabbedher hips, and pulled her against him fast. She squealed happily, and her hands dropped her tie, shooting straight for the buttons on his shirt instead. He let her, felt her slender fingers tug the buttons apart, and shrugged his shirt off when she was done. Ronnie picked her up by her hips and sat her on a desk, and her legs locked around his hips, pulling him in close. One of her hands flew up and buried itself in his hair, pulling his head down, and his lips met hers. A moan escaped between her lips, sending a slight shiver down his spine.

They were just in the middle of their act, Ronnie buried deep inside Vermilion, when the door opened. Vermillion hissed at the sudden light and pressed her face into Ronnie's chest. Ronnie blinked and rubbed his eyes, blinking. The sudden light blinded him, too, and made him see spots. He was about to growl out a threat to the intruder, until he heard her voice.

"Oh, that's just disgusting."

Lulu was standing in the open doorway, her perfect features twisted into a disgusted scowl that didn't look right on her pretty face. Ronnie's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, and suddenly, being caught with Vermilion felt... Well, wrong to him. Like he was being unfaithful. He pushed the thought away; Lulu didn't even like him, why did he even care?

"Fuck off, human," Vermillion snarled, her fangs lengthening past her lower lip, eyes flaming red. She seemed to have gotted used to the light, for she was glaring at Lulu with death in her eyes. Ronnie turned the vampire's face away from Lulu as a sudden urge to protect the petite girl in the door came over him.

"Leave her alone, Vermilion," he said softly. "She didn't mean any harm." Vermilion blinked up at him, surprised and shocked. He couldn't explain why he just tried to protect Lulu at all, and hoped she wouldn't ask. Ronnie looked back up at Lulu, met her eyes, and saw something flash in them. But whatever it was, it was gone quicker than it arrived, and she was back to being disgusted.

"I don't need you standing up for me, I can do it myself, thanks," she snapped, then slammed the door, and was gone.

Vermilion huffed a little, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, that was unplesant. Now, where were- Hey! Where are you going?!" Ronnie pulled away from her, fixed his pants, then grabbed his shirt off of the floor. He didn't feel comfortable with Vermilion anymore, and there was no way he was sticking around. "I'm talking to you!" she yelled, jumping off the desk and grabbing his forearm. Her fingernails dug deep into his flesh, and little beads of blood welled up under them, but he didn't care, and didn't wince.

He turned to face her and gently pried her fingers off his arm. "I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore," he said softly. He leaned in to kiss her cheek goodbye, and felt a stinging pain across his own cheek. Vermilion was suddenly at the door, eyes blazing with fury. He touched his cheek, then pulled his hand away, and his fingers came back bloody.

"As if, Ronald!" she shrieked, hands curling into claws, fangs long and feral, and a look that suggested she was about to tear him apart. He pulled on his shirt, backing away slowly. Fear gripped at him, but he was determined to keep his cool. "As if you would just dump me in the middle of sex for... For.... For a human!" She spat the word as if it were poison to her. Ronnie couldn't find anything to say, and that seemed to set her off. She threw open the door, almost taking it off its hinges, and buttoned her shirt back up. "Fine," she said, her voice steady, like the calm before the storm. It was a tone he knew well, from the other girls he'd dumped. You'll regret this, it said, but the truth of the matter was, he never actually regretted his decisions. With a swish of her skirt, Vermilion was gone.

With a sigh, Ronnie buttoned up his shirt, fixed his tie, and walked out, grabbing his bag before he left. He looked left, then right, then turned left and headed down the hall for the staircase. Thoughts of Lulu ran through his mind, and he felt his heart melting. She was just so... Perfect. He always wanted women, always wanted to be with them, around them, and especially inside them, but something about Lulu made him feel more needy and desperate than ever. But that wasn't right.. He straightened his back and puffed out his chest slightly. He was Ronnie Macmillan, aspiring musician and the best looking guy in the school. He could get ANYONE. So why did he need Lulu?

He turned a corner and ran up the stairs two at a time, running scenarios in his head. Maybe if he just got her into bed once, he could screw her and get it over with and go back to being himself. Satisfied  with that answer, he crossed through two more hallways and made it to his next class.