The Werecat; The Story of Ronnie

Six

The pair managed to reach the girls' dorm, then down to the dungeons in record time. Once they got there. Lulu immediately let go of his arm and ran off. He looked at his arm and seen she left semi circle indents in his skin from her nails. It didn't bother him in the slightest; It told him that she needed him. A smile spread across his lips at the thought. She had needed him.

His thoughts were interrupted by Skylar's voice, calling his name from across the dungeons. Ronnie shrugged, storing the thought in his mind for later, and went to look for his friend. He found Skylar in a back corner, drinking out of his flask and leaning against the wall. He looked tired, and just a little more than drunk.

"Fucking finally!" Sky complained. He stood up straight as was swaying a little. "I thought you were dead, you asshole!"

"Sky, relax!" Ronnie helped his friend sit down, then snatched the flask and took a swig himself. The whiskey burned his throat on the way down, but he didn't care. He needed that. Sky snatched it back with a scowl, holdign it to his chest like a newborn child. Ronnie couldn't help but roll his eyes. Lily was right, he really did need to quit drinking so much.

A hush suddenly fell over the croud around them. The boys looked up to see the tall, slender figure of the headmistress, Madame Camille, standing up on a chair that was brought to her. Her light brown hair fell well past her shoulders and was plaited, with a see through elastic band tying it off. Her dark violet robes made her grey eyes look almost white, and her skin even lighter. She had her hands held up for silence, the ring on her fourth finger of her right hand glittering in the dim torchlight. Even in the dank, dark dungeons, Madame Camille's beauty was still undiminished. In fact, Ronnie thought she seemed even more beautiful now than in the sunlight.

"Students," she started softly, her voice carrying out by the echos of the dungeon. "I know how you must feel at this time. We have intruders in our school, and we must be calm and stay put until they aer gone. Your professors and myself will be upstairs in the school, making sure that these hunters won't find us, and making sure they never come back again."

The hinted threat hung in the air and mingled with the growing tension of the students. Whispering errupted among the croud, anxious and excited and worried. Madame Camille stepped off the chair and moved it aside, then walked down the corridor and disappeared from sight.

"Think she's gunna kill those fuckers?" Sky ased, turning to Ronnie. Ronnie just shrugged.

"Oh, Ronnie!" Amelia's voice echoed out, and the werewolf girl stepped her way through groups of students to get to him. "I was so worried about you!"

"Oh, Amelia, hey," he replied, looking to Sky for help. His friend just shrugged and scooted away, clearly not wanting to get in the way. Amelia bounced over and dropped down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and covering his face with little kisses. Ronnie scrunched up his face a bit, waiting for her to stop. She nuzzled her face into the hollow of his neck and tucked her knees up, making herself smaller. He had almost no choice but to wrap his arms around her, if he wanted to keep her happy.  He wasn't about to lose her now, mostly because she was the only girl willing to be with him, especially after word of the fight got out.

"Mmm, oh, you seem so tense, baby," Amelia cooed, looking up at him with big brown eyes. One of her hands moved down his chest and torso to the waist band of his pants. His body betrayed him to the thought of sex, and he felt a hardon forming. "Maybe I can help relax you?"

Thoughts clouded by arousal, Ronnie nodded, and Amelia's small, slender hand plunged into his pants and found his length. Ronnie closed his eyes with a groan. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew this was wrong, but it just felt too good to be touched. Of course, his arousal quickly turned to lust as his thoughts were filled with Lulu. He imagined it was Lulu's hand down his pants, stroking him and squeezing him. He imagined it was Lulu's mouth, pressing kisses to his cheek, his jaw, his neck. Lulu's touch... Lulu's body.. Lulu... Lulu.....

His pleasure ended as quickly as it had begun, when he felt the front of his pants getting wet. He blinked and looked down, then frowned. Amelia giggled and pulled out her hand, which was equally as soaked as his pants, if not more. She moved her hand to her face and her tongue darted out, licking her fingers clean. She turned to face him, back to the other students so no one would see. Not like they couldn't figure it out, anyways.

"That was the quickest I've ever made you finish," Amelia whispered proudly, sucking her fingers completely clean. Ronnie just nodded. Better to let her believe that she was the reason why, instead of telling her about Lulu. He put his hands on her hips and moved her so she sat over top of the wet spot in his pants, and that awarded him a delicate giggle from her. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his neck, just below his ear, and whispered, "You were really brave today."

"Brave?" Ronnie raised his eyebrow and turned to look at her. She leaned back enough for him to see her face and nodded. "How?"

"Well," she started, picking invisible threads off his shirt, "you saved that girl from the hunters, even though you hate each other."

"Who said I hated her?" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he immediately regretted not thinking about it. Amelia's eyes widened, and she stares at him, bewildered. Then her eyes filled with curiosity, and sadness.

"But you hit her," she stated simply.

"Right. Yeah. That," Ronnie started, searching for a way to explain himself. He didn't know why he bothered covering up his lust for Lulu, especially to Amelia, a girl he was only using for sex, but he did it anyways. "She hit me first, pissed me off."

"But that's no reason to hit a girl!" Amelia protested. Lily came over just then, cutting off any half-assed reply Ronnie was going to make up and give out. Lily's green eyes turned red and she glared at Amelia, who whimpered and tried to cling to Ronnie.

"Sorry, Amelia. I'll see you after," he said, prying the girl's finger's off his shirt and giving her a gentle push. Amelia looked between them, then slipped off his lap and moved away enough that she wasn't close, but she could still see them. Lily watched her go, then her eyes turned green again and she took a seat beside Ronnie, drawing her knees to her chest.

"Lulu sends her thanks," she said without looking at him. Ronnie watched her face carefully, for any hidden meaning. He couldn't find one.

"Thanks?" Ronnie repeated slowly. "For what?"

"For going back and saving her," Lily explained in a quiet voice. She turned and smiled softly at him, her eyes shining with what he thought was respect. She gave him a quick hug, which he returned, then got up and made her way back over to the far side of the room, where he guessed Lulu was.

It was over two hours before Madame Camille came down to see them. She looked tired, with the beginnings of bruises under her eyes, but a smile on her face, as she announced that it was now safe to return upstairs. There was a round of cheers from a majority of the group, and everyone stood up and made their slow ways to the door, with expressions of relief etched into their features. Some thanked Madame Camille for keeping them safe, others just smiled, and Camille gave a head nod and a simple smile in return. Ronnie spotted Lulu a few feet away from him, walking with Lily, but the two were soon swept away with the crowd. Ronnie latched onto a group of boys from his own dormitory, and followed them up to their rooms.