Here comes part two, disclaimer: i dont own anything related to being human.

sidenote: this story is un-beta:ed, it comes right from my fingertips! Any misstakes are mine and regarding spelling/the wrong word (ish): english is my second language...

Another few days passed and they didn't see her again, even though they heard her bike coming and going like before. Late one night he was getting back from work he could hear a bike behind him as he walked down the dark street and just as he hopped up on the sidewalk to not get run over it slowed down next to him and Dees smiling face looked at him under the helmet.
"Hi Mitchell! I thought that was you. How's the head?"
"Hello. The head? Oh, that's fine.' He remembered the migraine-lie at the last second; 'On your way home?"
"Yeah, you too?" The big bike was vibrating under her. What he could tell in the dim light it was dark green and it looked like it was painted in scales.
"Yeah, spent a late night on work. You want a lift?" She patted behind her on the tiny saddle.
"Are you sure? I don't think I'll fit." He hesitated. Even if he was a vampire he could still get injured.
"Come on, are you scared?" She winked at him and her tone was teasing him.
"Fine." He got on, a bit clumsier than he would have wanted, wrapped his arms around her waist, her very human scent; blood and adrenaline mixed with some form of perfume teased his nostrils and he had to really focus to keep his instincts at bay. Her voice in his ear snapped him out of it;
"Hang on then!" A laugh, a roaring engine and then the wind hit his face and his stomach was still in the place they had just left. It was over quicker than he imagined because suddenly she made a U-turn, parked by the sidewalk outside her house and put the support down, leaning the bike on it.
"You can let go now, I need to breath." She patted him on the hand and he quickly loosened his grip and got off, standing next to it. She stayed sitting for a second, fiddling a bit with the lock.
"Thanks, um, for the ride." He turned to walk away.
"Do you want some coffee?" Her voice floated after him.
"Coffee?"
"You know that black, hot thing you drink in a cup?" As she got off her bike he saw that she was much shorter than him, despite her high heels. 'How was she able to drive in those?'
"Sure, coffee would be nice."
"Great! Come on!" She hopped off and grabbed him under the arm, turning him towards her door.

She unlocked the door and stepped inside through a beaded curtain. Inside it was much warmer than he had expected, the ceiling was low, it was a single storey house and from what he could see it had a kitchen to the left, across the door he could spot a bedroom and to his right was the living room. What was totally different from his own home was that this was filled with fabrics, the walls were clad with colorful fabrics, the sofa was big, a deep, almost blood colored red, filled with cushions and the big table in front of it was stacked with books, so were the bookshelves covering the wall that faced his building. What shocked him the most were the heat, he was actually feeling his own temperature raise just a tiny bit. He hung his jacket on the hanger next to the door and followed her into the kitchen where the coffeemaker was already sizzling on the counter. She had removed her leather jacket and wore a backless top over a pair of really tight leather pants. On her back he saw paw prints and on her shoulder a tiny version of the cat he thought he had seen a few days earlier.
"So,' he leaned on the doorframe; 'what do you do for a living?"
"I'm a personal trainer down at Old Goldy's gym, so I mostly decide my own hours and living the dream."
"Sounds great."
"Well, I get by. So what do you do?"
"I'm a cleaner, at the hospital. My flat mate George works there too."
"Is he a cleaner too?"
"Nah, he's a porter."
She handed him a coffee cup and once again he felt her cold fingertips against his hand through the heat in the apartment and her cutoff's.
"Why don't you go into the living room and I'll be right there, just have to get out of these pants."
"Sure.' On his way out of the kitchen he turned around again; 'Hey, do you have cat's?"
"No, why?"
"Nothing, it's just that I thought I saw something the other day."
"Like what?" She tilted her head, with huge eyes she looked at him with a small Cheshire cat-like grin.
"Oh nothing, never mind." He almost blushed under her gaze so he turned around and walked into the living room, sitting down in the huge, soft sofa, hearing her rumor around in the bedroom.

As she came back out again she wore three-quarter long, loose pants and the same backless top as before. On her feet were a pair of moccasins and the usual cutoffs on her hands. She came over and sat down, folding her legs under her, the cup in her hands and the hair at edge despite having worn a helmet just fifteen minutes ago. In the soft light her skin was almost glowing, it looked like candles was shining on her. With a startled look he looked around, suddenly realizing that there were burning candles placed out all over the room, candles that hadn't been lit when they got there.
"What?!" He gave her a shocked look, she blushed and all the candles were out again, as if an invisible wind had gone through the room.
"Sorry, I just thought… Sorry! I understand if I freaked you out, you are free to leave if you want to." Her tone was a bit panicked and he could hear the door creak as it opened just an inch. She buried her head in the cup and took a deep zip ignoring his staring.
"What?!" He blurted again, unable to make a full sentence of it.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I thought I sensed something when I said hello to you the other day. Something like me. Something non-human." Her voice was very low and sorrowful. He placed the cup on top of a book on the table and turned to look closer at her;
"You are not wrong, I mean, I'm sorry, I am just a bit shocked. What are you?"
"A which." A crocked smile and the candles lit up again.
"But your hands are so cold? Like mine, almost colder?"
Another Cheshire grin and she wiggled her fingers; "Bad circulation mate, you should feel my toes." At the end of the sentence she winked at him again.