Catherine

"Is she awake?"

"I don't know. Damon said we should leave her alone.'

"She's not usually his type. She may be good in be-"

"Keep your voice down. He's going to kill us if he finds out we're even here."

I frowned. Who in the name of Damon are these people? I groaned and curled myself into a ball. Judging from the coldness of my skin, we're probably in an igloo somewhere near Santa's workshop. I was beginning to fall back to sleep when the voices continued.

"I didn't know he's into brunettes now. I always pictured him as a blonde-woman man."

I heard a slapping sound like they just high-fived each other. Really? Damon jokes this early in the morning?

My eyes suddenly opened.

Wait what. Morning...morning?

Morning!

"Oh shit she's awake. Let's get out of here." I heard shoes running towards the door but I looked soon enough to see it open and the two men who were talking behind my back (literally), stopped and backed off. As the door opened, I heard noises. Drilling noises of some sort of machinery. I squinted my eyes and saw a street style sign painted on the far wall.

The Garage

"I specifically told you two to stay out of my office." I saw a man wearing a white V-neck and jeans that looked like they were begging to retire judging from its 'I've been washed a lot of times before' color. I looked closely and recognized Damon. His face had dirt on it and so did his shirt. Such a smart move to play car doctor on a white shirt. As he entered the room, I can't help but notice how he stood out. The walls were white, with him looking like a hot version of a chimney cleaner. Okay so I'm not good with similes or metaphors but seeing him with the other two, he reminded me of a crow. The kind that looked at you and knew that you were going to die.
See? I told you I'm awful at metaphors.

"We just wanted to have a peek. Old Benjie won't tell us who you brought over last night." the man with brown hair glanced my way.

"Well you had your peek. Now scram." Damon turned towards a table, got a towel and started cleaning his hands.

I scowled at him even though he wasn't looking at me. I sat up and discovered that I was draped with a small blanket. Placing it on my lap, I looked at my surrounding. It was an office. No air-conditioning but it felt like there was. The only splash of color would be his wooden desk and the red sofa I'm assuming is where I slept in the whole night. I wonder where Damon slept. I mean the couch was big enough for two if they squeezed into it. And then it hit me. The only reason that I didn't freeze to death meant I had something or rather someone to warm me up last night. That explains the snoring sounds I heard. Looking up, I saw them staring at me. I felt heat creep on my neck up to my cheeks. So I did what I usually did when I felt awkward; looking at my hands.

Of course you look like crap Catherine.

"Don't stare at her."

I turned to see Damon eyeing them.

"You don't have to be rude you know. Staring hasn't killed anyone." I whispered to myself but it seems like the guys heard and they suddenly gasped. They spoke at the same time with the same wonder in their voices.

"It's human."

"It can speak."

Frowning, I turned to Damon and gave him a questioning look. I know I look like I got hit by a bike (because being hit by a train or a bus would mean I'm bloody dead) but I wasn't expecting them to be shocked by the fact that I am in fact a human being who can talk. I think it's safe to say that no woman would want to be stared at the moment they open their eyes especially if they've been drinking the night before.

"Damon's never brought a human girl before."

Wait what.

"He brings deers instead?" I blushed. I remembered him calling me bambi okay? My brain doesn't function well during mornings. Oooh sht.

Of all the limited urges to do stupid things Catherine. You just had to get wasted on a Sunday night. What were you expecting? That some supernatural shiznick would happen overnight and it'll be Sunday forever?

"She's funny. Where'd you get her?" The blonde dude.

"None of your business. I'm going to clean up." He started taking his shirt off like he was the only person there. Turning to look at them as he entered what seems to me like his private bathroom. "And if you're not gone by the time I'm finished, the guys would be seeing both of you tied at the crane. Naked."

The door was shut close and I took a deep breath. Standing up, I realized that not only were my shoes missing, but my feet were generously accessorized...with band aids. Odd. I don't remember... Damon. Of course.

"He's a bit grumpy."

Now that I can look at them clearly, (I forgot my glasses okay) I noticed how similar they are. Aside from their hair color, they pretty much looked the same.

"Twins."

They looked at me and the blonde one smiled. "Give the woman a cookie."

The one with brown hair started walking towards me.

"How can you see us?" The blonde stood beside his brother, frowning.

"I know my eyes can't see clearly but I can still see."

They looked at each other.

"She really can see us." they turned their attention back to me.

"But she's human. They can't see us."

"Excuse me but you two are being rude." I can't help myself. It's seems to me that my presence wasn't even noticed even if I was the very topic of conversation.

"Forgive 'em ma'am. These boys don't know any manners." I turned my attention towards the door to see a man walking towards us. Probably in his fifties judging from the laugh lines on his face. He had blue eyes that seemed to smile at me, as if his 'one tooth missing grin' wasn't doing that for me already.

"Damon wouldn't let us see her. If you didn't make it sound so mysterious, we wouldn't have come." blondie complained.

"Well now you saw her. What are you two still doing here? Have you delivered them?"

The one with brown hair placed his hands behind his head and started heading towards the door, followed by his brother.

"Yeah yeah. They were squirming and unsure like the last batch but we managed."

What batch? You have to understand that as much as I'm not into cars, they're still dealing with cars here, right. The placed looked like it was a shop of sorts. Cars don't do squirming or feel unsure.

"Aren't they always?" the man murmured.

Blondie was about to close the door but poked his head back inside. Causing me to look at him.

"Oh and miss? About what you said about staring not killing anyone? Better think again." He grinned and shut the door, leaving me with...

"Where are my manners?" He offered his hand. "Benjamin Summers."

I shook his hand and tried to smile. I really need a comb.

"Catherine Wright."

He cleared his throat and I saw what might be the beginning of a blush on his cheeks. "If you don't mind my asking Catherine, how can you see us?"

"I don't understand why you guys keep asking me that." The red on his cheeks are obvious now.

"I know this is a really impolite question but have you and Damon been engaging to...physical activities lately?"

"Like P.E? I think we're too old for that-oh. That.'' well if it wasn't enough to be stared and questioned on a Monday morning, asking about that sure takes the cake.

"We're living on the same apartment but we're two logical adults. And the closest thing to that is a kiss on my forehead."

"You live together." I saw something like recognition pass his face and he smiled. "So you're her. And a kiss on your forehead you say? That explains it." what explains what?

The bathroom's door opened and out came squeaky clean Damon. Son of a devlin gets to take a bath while I can't even get a comb.

"I thought I told you two to get the hell-oh Benjie, How's her car doing?" He was toweling his hair dry and sat down beside me. Seriously though, why does this man smell like freaking apples?!

"Probably take a couple of days to fix that one. It's the last of its species."

Damon chuckled and I turned to glare at him only to find him looking at me. Oookay. So I had this fantasy to be looked at like I was the prettiest thing a certain someone has ever seen even if i looked like crap but now that somebody's actually doing it, it felt like my insides are being pulled and juggled by a jester. My own private circus of internal organs with my heart's fast beating as their parade song. I mentioned the thing with me and metaphors right? Right.

"Good morning, bonbon." He whispered, and that kind of did it for me. With my make-up long gone, the redness on my face was obvious.

"Morning..."

I felt him get up with a huge grin on his face. "Right, I'm going to go check on Bradley." I don't know but it just seemed like he had spring on his feet as he left me with Benjie. I saw the latter following Damon with his eyes, a smile on his face. He turned to look at me and sat on the far end of the couch.

"He seems happy." I almost snorted. The man was a troll before Benjie came but came out of the room like he won the lottery.

"Look I know it's too much to ask and you probably have a lot of things to do on a Monday-" I grimaced. How I loathe Mondays. "but I kinda have someplace else to go and Damon and I are supposed to visit someone today...so would you, if it's not too much to ask, accompany him instead?" who visits someone on a Monday? Overcome by my curiosity, I nodded with a small smile.

He smiled and got up. "You're an angel. I have to go check your car. Damon was tempted to have it melted last night."

Why that son of a- . I'm going to try and kill him. Maybe poison him. My mind was busy plotting when Benjie came back, holding his finger up his lips.

"One question. Who's Bradley?"

Now how am I supposed to answer that? Clearing my throat, I tried to answer like it was nothing.

"My mini cooper."

He stared at me and nodded before leaving me alone with my thoughts. But not before I heard him say Bradley Cooper.

Finding my phone at his table, I dialed Rose's number. She picked up on the third ring.

"I can't go to work today."

"What. Is your man keeping you in bed?"

I blushed. "What-no!"

"Alright alright. I was kidding. Enjoy your man-candy kitty." she laughed and before I can defend myself, she hung up.

I was staring at my phone when Damon re-entered the room.

"We better hurry bonbon. You have to change your clothes. You'll be late for work but I can get you there as fast as my bike can take us." He was picking up his keys. I stood up awkwardly and found my shoes at the side of the sofa.
Wincing as I put one on.

"I need to clean up but I'm not going to work."

He frowned and held my hand as I put on my second shoe.

"What. Why?" I was finished putting my feet on their torture chambers called high heels but his hand never let mine go, instead, he held it tighter. Covering my shock with a nervous smile, I looked at him.

"I'm coming with you."

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