First actual chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cats, however I do own Genevieve Caronn...and Munkustrap. -Munkus fans grab pitchforks-...Just kidding.
Genevieve Caronn, Human, 20
I was walking home from work, in a lack of a better term, in a fit of anger.
My boss is a complete asshole.
The bastard cut my pay check in half because I slapped him.
Might I note that the pervert was feeling me up?
Needless to say, I currently am one job less.
Good thing I have another one.
Doesn't pay as well, but it'll suffice for awhile.
I got to the street that I take to get down to my flat, and noticed a large group of guys standing around in the street.
Me, being a woman of only five foot two, deciding to pass a group of not so pleasant vagrants wasn't one of the things on my 'To Do' list.
So I searched for an alternate way home, which was only at the end of the next street.
I spotted a dim alley that didn't look much safer, but honestly, what could be in it but those noisy alley cats?
I started down the alley to only realize it wasn't as dim as I originally thought it to be.
I paced down the alley way only a bit frightened about what could be lurking in some of the shadows.
Then that's when I heard a moan.
I stopped and looked around to see a large mass on a pile of garbage bags.
Walking closer, the mass became clearer.
It was a man, and a naked one at that.
He was shaking and I could see the flow of blood coming from his stomach.
My eyes went wide and I ran over to the man.
"Sir, sir, are you okay?" I said lightly touching his shoulder.
The man quickly turned his head toward me.
His features were beautifully sculpted and if it weren't for his greasy, unkempt, black hair and horrible state; I would think he was a model or at least someone famous.
But it was his hazel eyes that made me let out a gasp.
They were so intense, yet so brilliantly stunning.
They almost seemed feline like.
He then turned away frightened.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you." I said softly touching his arm.
He pulled it back as if I had stung him.
"Sir, you're hurt I think you should go to a clinic." I said trying to make my worried voice more soothing.
"I-I'm o-okay." He said if he weren't too sure of his voice, though it emitted strength and power despite his injuries.
"Please let me help you. You're going to either die of blood loss or hypothermia. It has to only thirty degrees out here." I pleaded with the man.
He looked at me again but his look changed from fear to complete desperation.
"I am very cold." He shivered wrapping his arms around his damaged torso.
"Here." I said taking off my oversized jacket leaving me in a light weight jumper. I handed to him as he wrapped around himself.
"Thank you." He said with a small, yet dazzling smile.
"Why don't you come with me okay? I'll take you to my flat, it's not much but it's warm. And I could look at that wound of yours." I offered returning a smile.
He looked unsure but then a breeze ran through the alley way causing his body to tremor more. He nodded and I smiled at him and helped him stand up.
He didn't seem too balanced so I steadied him even though he was at the least a foot taller than me.
I helped him cover up himself with the jacket so he wasn't so 'exposed'.
Then I walked him home though he looked like he was in pure agony the whole time.
I opened up the door to my flat and he almost collapsed at the relief of the heat. Catching him, I lead him to my small couch and sat him down.
"Stay here, I'm going to get bandages." I told him as he nodded.
I went to my restroom and grabbed the first aid kit that was under my sink.
I came back and unzipped the jacket and laid it across the lower part of his body but so I had a good look at his stomach.
"Oh my god, it looks like someone took a razor to your stomach!" I exclaimed.
He winced at the thought and didn't answer.
I grabbed the hydrogen peroxide and uncapped it.
"This might sting a little but it'll kill the bacteria in the cut." He nodded and I poured the peroxide.
He let out a noise that sounded like a hiss and he grabbed at my couch as if his fingers were claws.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I apologized quickly. I placed gauze on the wound and cleaned up a few more of the smaller cuts that scarred his perfectly toned body.
"There, all done." I smiled and he smiled back.
"Thank you, I-I don't know your name." he said looking down.
"Genevieve, I'm Genevieve."
"Thank you, Genevieve." He said as if he were tasting the word for the first time.
"You have yet to grace me with your name, sir." I half-laughed.
"My name is Munkustrap." He said as if it was nothing.
"Munkustrap? I've never heard of that name before."
"I-It's unique. No one has ever had that name but me." He said as if he was thinking of a way to explain it.
"Well I don't know where you come from Munkustrap, but that is a very weird name." I laughed a bit. He just stared then said,
"How else could I cherish my pride, without it?" he said with a sweet stare that made me practically melt.
Whoever this guy was, he was definitely an odd one.
But for some reason he seemed so inviting, so intoxicatingly gorgeous, I didn't want him to leave.
Author's Note: Describing Genevieve's neighborhood was a bit difficult so I thought a diagram would help.
II - that's my diagram. (I love it xD)
The lower parts of the eyes are on the street she begins on. The first I's line is the street with the guys. The second I's line is the alley way. The top part of the I's is the street Genevieve lives on. I hope you can understand that. :)
