Chapter Seven
Thump.
Thump.
Whack.
Pause.
Thump.
"Bet that hurt," said Tor.
"Bet it did," said Rhonda.
"…" said Heidi.
After rescuing Kyle, the Pack had been eager to reconnect, but understandably hesitant to do so while the threat still lingered near. It seemed a bolt-hole was called for, so Rhonda had led them to an abandoned house, and the Pack had reunited.
Which brought them here, with Tor, Rhonda and Heidi all standing guard while Alpha "checked on Kyle."
Hence the creepy sex noises.
"This sucks," said Tor.
"Yep," said Rhonda.
"At least they're not fighting anymore," said Heidi.
Tor reflected. That was certainly true. When they had first gotten to the house, he'd been worried that Xander and Kyle were going to tear each other's eyes out.
("Did you have to knock out Willow?"
"She kidnapped my mate!"
"So is that all I am to you—an appendage?"
"MINE!"
"You're such a caveman sometimes!")
It had gone on for a while.
("Willow was just trying to help you!"
"What was I supposed to do? Not come rescue you?"
"Not hit Willow!")
At least that was over now. Of course, now was the uncomfortable reconciliation bit, but Tor could handle that.
Well, he could handle hearing it. He wasn't sure if he could handle smelling it.
"Oh my god, make it stop!" he said, throwing himself down on the ruined couch.
Rhonda loomed over him and smirked, while Heidi looked vaguely on from where she was drawing patterns in the dust. "Getting a little hot for you, Tor-baby?" said Rhonda.
"Shut up and die," he said, flinging an arm over his face.
"But I'm getting so hot too," she whined, and Heidi's head shot right up at that statement.
"Oh really now," said Heidi, uncurling herself and stalking toward her girlfriend.
Tor took the arm off his face.
"Yes, really," said Rhonda, tan arms slithering around Heidi and raising one eyebrow.
"Well then," said Heidi, and proceeded to nip at Rhonda's neck.
Tor was enthralled.
Rhonda threw her head back, exposing a long column of neck to Heidi's teeth. Heidi accepted the challenge and scraped her jaws all the way up Rhonda's throat to her mouth where—
Tor fell off the couch.
"Dammit Tor!" yelled Rhonda.
"Did it never occur to you to leave?" said Heidi, her hand still rebelliously creeping towards Rhonda's naughty bits.
"No," Tor said, because, well, why would it occur to him to leave when two delicious girls were gnawing on each other in front of him? That would be stupid.
"Of course," sighed Heidi. "Well, would you leave now?"
"And go where?" he said. Plus, the view from here really was too great to give up.
"He does have a point," said Rhonda. "There is no where else to go really. The upstairs isn't very stable, and, well…" Her voice trailed off, and all of their eyes tracked to the only other closed room on the first floor.
"Yeah," said Tor. "No."
"Fine," said Heidi. "I guess we'll just have to have sex while he's in the room."
"Really?"
"No, you idiot."
"Oh."
Tor sighed and sat himself back on the couch, which let off another cloud of noxious dust. The girls looked at each other and made faces of equal frustration, before sitting on the couch next to him. Heh. One girl on each side. Well, that was one way of keeping them from going at it every minute.
"Don't you go getting any ideas," said Heidi.
"None gotten," said Tor. "Except the usual, of course." He smiled his best lecherous smile at her, which fortunately just got some rolled eyes and a punch to the arm. "So, Rhonda, how do you even know about this place?"
Rhonda was busy curling into the couch, seemingly unbothered by the germ, but she managed to answer. "I crash here sometimes when I fight with the 'rents. There are tons of abandoned houses all over town, you know, cause of the 'gang problem'."
Tor did know. In fact, there were very few people in Sunnydale High who didn't, he would bet. What other school had a death list in the morning announcements? Sunnydale was a weird town, and it wasn't safe after dark. Whatever had happened to them at the zoo was just one more thing, and he was just glad that this seemed like a good thing, and less of one of those dying things. Too many things in this town were fatal.
They all sat in silence for a moment in recognition of that. Tor knew that Rhonda's sister had been killed last year, and Heidi's father the year before that. His older brother had died when he was very little, but somehow his parents had just gone on in the town, blind to the monsters around every corner.
That was why they all hated that Buffy girl so much, after all. What kind of girl actually sought out the night life? That's right, the crazy kind.
"I am now officially depressed," said Heidi. "I'm blaming you, Tor."
"Rhonda brought it up!"
"Rhonda looks better naked."
Tor had to hand it to her. "Point."
"So what should we do?" said Rhonda, clearly pleased with having been declared more attractive when naked.
"Well, I don't have any cards, and it's not like we're going to do homework," said Tor.
"Fair," agreed the girls.
"So I think we should get naked."
Pause.
Pause.
And…thwack.
Tor cackled and rubbed his arm where Rhonda had slugged him. Heidi was just glaring, which might be unpleasant, but at least it wasn't bursting capillaries.
"Bad Tor!"
"What should we do, though?" said Rhonda, anger spent now that she'd punched him.
"I don't know about you guys," said Heidi, "but I'm pretty hungry."
Tor examined his stomach and had to say that, yes, he was in fact hungry. Hmm. Hungry for chicken. Tasty, juicy, meaty, dribbling, bleeding—what?
Plain chicken then.
"I'm getting kinda starved too," said Rhonda.
"Tor?"
"Oh To-or…"
Oh. He was getting the food.
"Yes, I'll get the food," he said, sighing and standing up. But looking down at the pile of delicious girl flesh he couldn't help whimpering. "You two are gonna have sex while I'm gone, aren't you?"
"Probably," said Rhonda.
"Definitely," said Heidi.
"Can you at least let me smell you after?" said Tor, practically salivating at the pheromones in the room now.
The girls looked at each other. "Fine," they said. "But no funny business."
"Yes!" Tor bounded out of the house, determined to be back before they were done, or at the very least, before the scents faded. But sadly, that was not to be.
Tor was just rounding the corner onto Pasadena Circle, when he caught scent of Buffy the bitch, and that was just too good to ignore…