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Damon

She's wearing those panties again...

Right.

She passed out.

Sorry. Got a bit distracted there.

I had one arm wrapped around her waist, her face pressing down my stomach, her knees almost touching the floor and her chest pressed on my-

Coughing, I tried to make her stand up. Right. She's out cold. Movies make it look so easy when the woman gets drunk and the guy would just go and carry her like she weighed nothing. I don't have a problem with carrying a woman...women. But they were wide awake and willing to participate. Catherine on the other hand...

Her hair was a mess and I can see a trace of dried drool. Groaning as I pulled her up, bending my knees, before her midsection made contact with my shoulder. I uncurled my knees and wrapped one arm around her thighs. I will not admit this to anyone but for a small woman, Catherine, was a bit...heavy.

I tried to put her down the couch gently but miscalculated, making her groan when her head slightly hit the sofa's armrest. I don't trust myself enough to put her on a bed. With her get-up, I don't think I can trust myself with anything at the moment. I walked back to my room and picked up the blanket she used a while ago. I've seen far more alluring women.

I just got here twenty minutes ago and found her on my bed. I got the chance to stare at her face for a while without her arguing with me. When she did wake up, she glared at me and shoved me in the bathroom. Reminds me of the times when I'd go home after playing with the other kids and my ma would order me to go wash my hands before I can even touch her fresh-baked cookies.

Catherine doesn't look like her. It's clearly not the time for you to compare her to your mother.

I went back to the living room and draped the blanket over her body. It's safer this way. Rubbing my eyes, I walked back in the kitchen. It's either coffee or sleep. And I'd take the coffee any day. I barely slept during the past seven days. We had no time to waste. Either we get the souls or the others would lure them to make decisions they'll regret for the rest of their afterlife.

I know it must've been a shock for Catherine. Shock being an understatement. Her face was hilarious. Her Bambi eyes were so wide you'd think she's going to get hit by a car. It's not easy to understand what goes on inside her pretty mind. She may think I'm the bad guy now. I have to move out.

"I don't think that's a great idea."

I smiled when I heard Benjie's voice behind me.

"Visiting your lady love Benjamin?" I took my time on sipping my coffee before turning towards him.

"She's... I need to be there when she leaves. You ain't got no woman that's so near but can't touch and you just want to show them that you're there but can't." He sat down and stared at the coffee mug Catherine usually uses every morning.

He's fifty four. Well fifty four when he died. He's a soldier. Was.

"Trust me I know how you feel. Not as long as you do, but I know what it's like." I knew from the look on his face that he regret what he just said. All of the guys at The Garage had the same sob story. Got a woman. Lost a woman.

"Sorry chap. I didn't mean it that way."

"I know. Now get the hell outta here before Catherine wakes up and finds you here. She knows." Benjie stood up with a smirk on his face.

"Kind of figured that out when she saw the twins. Why'd you do it boy."

I gulped my coffee and moved towards the sink. "She's smart. She'll understand." I heard him chuckle. Benjie nudged his head towards the couch.

"Yup. She understood mighty fine. How'd you tell 'er?"

After drying the mug I used, I wiped my hands. "I didn't. She figured it out herself."

Benjie raised an eyebrow. "Well ain't that something."

I grinned. Ain't that something indeed. I want to convince myself that she'll understand but I know there's a possibility of her kicking me out. I can always go back to my home/office but I was enjoying her company. She talks sense. Argues with me when she thinks I'm wrong. Nags me about my clothes which I discovered were inside my room, in a basket a while ago. It was a nice change to wake up and not smell oil and hear men bellowing from downstairs just because one of 'em borrowed a car and put a dent on it. We continued talking while I started cooking breakfast. She'll probably be hungry when she wakes up. By the look of the living room, I could tell she's been cleaning. Benjie and I were discussing when we're giving the souls to Mikey and Raph when someone came knocking on the door. I saw Benjamin stiffen. "That's a lot of bad energy." I frowned. He called it aura. The person outside must have a lot of it to make Benjie react the way he did. I didn't have to tell him to leave. He was gone when I looked at the chair he was sitting on a couple of seconds ago.

I turned off the stove before walking towards the door, glancing at Catherine. She didn't move since I put her down. Her legs were covered so she looks a little decent. Opening the door, I tried not to grimace. Benjie was right.

***

"Hi! I knew that was your bike at the lot." she tried to kiss me but I was fast enough to turn my head, her lips ended up on my cheeks.

"Aubrey. You're here early. Catherine's too tired. I suggest we let her rest."

She pouted. "Why is she tired?" She moved past me and dropped her bag on the coffee table. The same table in front of the couch where Catherine was.

Patience.

"I can smell toast." she smiled at me before continuing towards the kitchen, her heels making this annoying sound. Like overly eager raindrops.

I had no choice but to try and entertain her. She's Catherine's sister after all. She was eating toast now. Catherine's toast. Now I know why she was so pissed when she saw me eating her apple.

"Why peanut butter? Don't you like honey?" she fluttered her fake eyelashes. On another time and place we could've messed around. She certainly knows what she's doing. But now, I just see her as a good way of letting off steam during cold nights.

"She doesn't like sweets." That's what I noticed about Catherine. The last time with the cake, she just took a small piece and let me finish the rest. I was thankful. I don't know what she was thinking and why she did it, but I appreciate her taking the time. I sound like a sissy, don't I? As cheesy as it sounds, she brings out the gentleman in me.

"She never did like sweets. No wonder all her relationships didn't last." the last one was murmured but I still heard it. I turned towards the stove and started cooking bacon. I felt her approach me and soon enough, I felt her hands on my back, slowly making their way on my chest.

"What do you say we go out later." her hands were moving lower now. "I would've asked Cat to come with us but she'll probably say no and just read her silly books." I held onto her hands as they moved lower to my jeans.

"I wouldn't let her inside a club again anyway." she frowned when she heard me.

"She's too awkward for clubs." I thought she was going to stop there but she just kept on talking as she removed her jacket. She was wearing one of those tubes.

"She always was the awkward one. Never really had any friends. Too shy to go out. Must be lonely for her."

I was finished cooking and placed the bacon on the table.

"Isn't she older than you?"

She looked up from her phone.

"Uh, yeah. So?"

"Did she do anything to you?"

She put her phone down on the table but said nothing.

"Well?" I prodded her. She lifted her chin and shook her head.

"She's different. I don't understand why her past boyfriends even like her. She always gets the good ones." she said this without much emotion as she continued scrolling on her phone but I can hear a hint of anger and uncertainty.

"Maybe because she attracts the right kind. But since all of them cheated on her, I don't think the guys she's been with are what you say they are." I saw her blush.

"Did she tell you anything?" she turned towards the sofa, glaring.

"She doesn't like speaking ill of others. You're her sister, you should know that." I heard her breathe a sigh of relief and smiled at me. I'm assuming she'll stop talking now.

"She never speaks. Afraid people would eat her. Why do you think she chose being an editor instead?" well that didn't seem to ruffle her feathers.

"Some people just don't like speaking what's on their minds. That doesn't mean they don't have any opinions." I smiled at her but deep inside, I just want her tied, and out of the apartment. Her voice is too loud and Catherine doesn't need to hear her own sister talk about her in such a manner.

"Whatever. You sure you don't want to hang out?" she rested her elbows on the table, making her cleavage more obvious.

"Maybe some other time." she frowned and got up. I handed her jacket but instead of taking it, she turned around. I had no choice but to put it on her myself. I winced as she walked back to the living room and carelessly grabbed her back, causing her key chains to make these annoying noises.

I opened the door for her.

"Look Damon, let's cut the crap. I like you."

I gave her a small smile. Trust me, I know.

"And we could...you know..." she started pulling me towards her. I pried her hands away from me.

"I'd rather not. You deserve better."

She glared at me before placing her hands on her hips. "And what? She deserves better? She's a stick. It'll be like making out with a dead grandma. Nobody can stand her. Nobody wants something broken." she spit out the last words like they were poison.

I looked up.

Let me hit her. Just this one time.

I didn't. But I held onto the doorknob too tightly. "Have a great day Aubrey." I started closing the door.

'It's Aud-" I didn't even let her finish. I was too focused on calming myself. My forehead was pressed on the door, my eyes closed as I counted to ten.

That's when I felt her hand on my shoulder.

"You alright?" her voice sounded husky from sleep. I faced her and I was never happier to see her tousled hair, sleepy eyes, dried drool. Freaking beautiful.

"I'm fine, bonbon." I touched her cheek. She looked confused. She always had that look in her face whenever she woke up.

"I had this weird dream...you were there and you told me about souls and stuff." I chuckled before kissing her forehead.

"It wasn't a dream, bonbon."

"Oh..." she looked up at me." I heard someone talking a while ago."

My jaw clenched. I'm pretty sure it wasn't Benjie.

"Audrey came over to chat." I took her hand and led her to the kitchen, making her sit down before serving her toast and bacons.

"What did she say?" she looked down at her plate with appreciation.

Remembering what Audrey told me, I balled my fist but looked at Catherine with a smile.

"Bullsh-" she looked up so quickly, her hair got in her face. Deciding that she doesn't need to know, I used a word that would mean the same but sound less...awful.

"A load of applesauce."

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