Chapter Seven.....Scene Two

It sure was a hell of a party, Eric noted. There was plenty of booze to go around and no shortage of kinky bikinis. A huge bonfire had been built on the beach and it crackled lively, sending tiny sparks of fire into the cool night. A sound system was blasting heavy metal rock music and everybody who was anybody was generally having a good time. Some of them occasionally splashed about in the lake, cooling off to keep their senses for at least a few more hours so they wouldn’t miss out on all the booze just waiting to be guzzled down. Yep, it sure was a hell of a party.

Before coming here, Eric had vowed he would not get drunk tonight. Well at least not alone. If he had to get drunk, then Ramona and Raven would have to get drunk with him. Those were the rules; either they all got drunk or none at all. He wouldn’t have another episode of being helped into bed by a girl; the first time was embarrassing enough as it was. He looked around for his partners in crime and spotted them near the tree line of the woods whispering urgently to one another. It seemed like they were arguing about something. Eric smiled as he strolled over. They were obviously arguing about who the stud would be taking home tonight.

“Are you insane?” Raven hissed. “There are more than fifty people here and you want to do what?”

“Oh don’t be such a party pooper Raven,” Ramona said. “All we need to do is just quietly slip away without anyone seeing us, just have a little taste and come right back. It’s not like we’ll be killing the guy.”

“We’ve already had this discussion and you’re not going anywhere near Eric,” Raven said.

“You know you’re starting to be a real pain in my ass,” Ramona said folding her arms across her chest. “You better get your act straight before you ruin a perfectly good meal for everyone.”

“You better get your act straight before you ruin a perfectly good peace agreement for everyone. Do you even know that Eric’s mother is a werewolf?”

Ramona searched Raven’s face for any signs of whether she was lying or not but it seemed she was telling the truth. “That’s impossible,” she finally said. “She can’t be a werewolf.”

“Yes she can and she is,” Raven assured her. “I know it sounds crazy because obviously Eric isn’t but its true Ramona. Harming Eric wouldn’t do anybody any good, especially you. His mother would hunt you down and you know how loyal werewolves are to each other, they’d probably back her up and it would all just escalate out of control.”

Ramona was silent for a minute, contemplating how this new information could affect her desires towards Eric’s blood. “All I need is a little taste,” she said licking her lips. “Just a tiny little taste and I swear I’ll never think about it again. I’ll even stop talking to him if you want.”

Raven was now sure this girl had totally gone mad. She was willing to jeopardize the peace that existed between the two species for a mere few drops of blood! Even in her wild newborn days, Raven would never have thought of such a thing! Okay maybe that wasn’t entirely true but she would have at least paused for a minute. Ramona on the other hand wasn’t a newborn and was in greater control of her cravings but here she was, contemplating the impossible! Raven was about to deliver a very harsh verdict when she saw Eric approaching through the corner of her eye. She glared a stern warning at Ramona before putting on her sweetest smile and turning to face Eric.

“Ladies the fire’s that way,” Eric said pointing behind him.

“We were just sorting out a few last minute differences in opinion weren’t we Raven?” Raven nodded, not trusting herself to speak at this moment.

“Of course you were,” Eric drawled, enjoying the obvious tension between the two. “Well the party’s just starting to crank up a notch so you two feel like getting down on it?” he asked as he did a little dance, wiggling his hips in tune to the music that had now changed to an afro beat of some kind.

“Actually, how about cranking it up a notch more?” Ramona said grabbing his hand and heading off into the woods. She didn’t get too far though as she felt herself being yanked back. She turned only to find Eric flat on his ass, Raven holding his hand tightly.

Eric quickly got up, trying hard to hide his embarrassment. He’d just been pulled like a rag doll by a girl! He cleared his throat. “You got quite an arm on you there,” he commented to Raven. “You ever play baseball?”

“I’ve thought about it,” Raven answered but keeping her gaze aimed on Ramona.

Ramona grabbed Eric’s arm and pulled while Raven did likewise on his other arm. It was now an open tug of war between the two girls and Eric felt he had to stop or his arms would give away any second. These two were awfully strong for their gender.

“Whoa there,” he said disentangling himself from their grip. “Are you trying to render me a handicap now?” He rubbed his aching shoulders, wondering just how they could show such power. “Now I’m sure we can come to a civilized decision about all this. There’s plenty of me to go round.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Ramona said grabbing him to her quickly before Raven could react. “I’ll go first.”

“How about we both go?” Raven asked trying to appeal to Eric’s sexual sense. There was no way she was gonna leave him alone with Ramona, no matter how much she claimed she just wanted a little “taste”. If a taste was all she really wanted, Raven was going to make sure a taste was all she got.

Eric was left dumbfounded at her question. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought this was how this night would go. He would certainly have wished it but never have imagined it. “Both of you at the same time?” he asked warily hoping she would not suddenly awaken and change her mind.

“Sure,” Raven smiled at him. “Unless you think three’s a crowd?”

Eric vigorously shook his head. “I’d never think that,” he said. “I love the number three, matter of fact it’s my favorite number.”

“Well I guess it’s settled then,” Ramona said, with a sly look at Raven. Leading the way, she trudged into the woods, already anticipating the taste of Eric’s blood on her lips.