Okay so this is what my mind put together after the 15 episode. I couldn't get it out of my head and tried to find a plausible story behind those few words Vincent had told Cat. As you know, I only watched the first season so I don't know if that could come into focus on later episodes... Have Fun!
The street lights were barely on in this warm summer evening and it didn't help me feeling any cooler. Nor made it me feel save, but that was always a side effect of working at night. Pulling my black dress just a little higher I made my way across the street, down to the bar where I would meet my next client. I had started this escort job in college, it had helped me finish my education without any great debt and after that I just couldn't get myself to quit it right away. I thought it was nice to get dressed up, eating in the finest restaurants and I truly enjoyed being desired like that. It wasn't always about sex. I had a few regulars who I accompanied on events or a dinner here and there and it was always good money. Today was the first meeting with a new one. My agency had done all the check ups and now I just needed to make a good first impression. In front of that fancy restaurant I took a last, deep breath and checked my reflection before getting inside.
He waited at the bar, I instantly knew because of the blue tie. He had written it in his last mail, he would wear one for me to recognize him. The suit he wore was expensive, his blond hair cut short. He looked okay so I waited for his eyes to find me and then slowly walked over to him, knowing that his eyes would follow every sway of my hips. He introduced himself as John what definitely wasn't his real name. But that's how this business rolled, my mother wouldn't have named me Natasha either, but that was how John would call me. We ordered two drinks, whiskey pure, the only alcohol I would drink this night, before he discretely handed me an envelope with surly 500 $ in it. I wasn't an idiot I knew I always had to be careful, especially with new clients so first comes the money and than I would write my contact that I had arrived and got paid. He tried to impress me with talking about his Job as a broker and his yacht and I smiled and admired at the right moments, even when he bored me to death. Shortly before 11, he paid our drinks and we made our ways outside. He helped me in my jacket because it had become cool over the last hours. I saw that he wasn't sober any more and was thankful that he had a driver sitting in his expensive BMW.
The shield moved up between us and the Driver, then we were alone with only soft music playing in the back round. I sat next to him in the back seat while we were on the way to my preferred hotel, when I noticed that he became rather agitated, he started rubbing his palms at his pants while starring at me strangely. I started to feel uneasy and tried to soothe him with words and little touches. Maybe he was just nervous? The first time was always a little awkward. But the second I grazed his knee, he aggressively pushed my hand away and took a hold in my hair. It hurt like hell and I instantly started to panic, when he told me quietly that he would be the only one doing the touching tonight and that he would enjoy breaking me down. Scenes from my last self defence course flashed through my mind, collect your strength, try to focus and the strike. Reacting fast, I punched him with all my power while my other hand opened the car door. This would probably the only chance for me to get away before something really bad would happen. Through the pain in his chin and the surprise, his grip on my hair loosened, what gave me the chance to threw myself out of the car protecting my head only with my arms. Not one of my greatest ideas when wearing high heels and a skirt but I think staying in there would've been even worse. This psychopath didn't even stopped the car, just drove off while I was slowly trying to sit up. I was alone, in the middle of some kind of industrial area with no one around for miles.
Ouch, my ankle hurt badly and I saw that my hands and legs were full of bloody scratches. Thankfully my expensive leather jacket had protected my arms but sadly was now a case for the trash can. But I got away. Maybe a sign to quit this job I thought while trying to get up. He came out of nowhere quietly asking if he could help me. I hadn't heard or seen him approaching but I took the offered hand and he gently pulled me up. He asked if I was okay, but really I had no idea. Pulling these damn shoes off of me, I tried to stand on my foot but flinched when a wave of pain rolled through my ankle. Carefully he held me closer while I tried to regain my breath and balance. I told him that I probably need a doctor and asked for his phone. Seemed like mine hadn't survived the jump out of the car, it laid crushed on the street in front of me. But to my luck he told me that though, he didn't had his phone on him, he was a doc and if I was okay with it he would take a look at my wounds. I studied him and his face before I answered, his eyes where never looking directly at me and under the street lights I saw nothing aggressive or threatening in his posture. I didn't think he would hurt me, he was almost painfully shy in his behaviour towards me.
So I thankfully accepted his offer. He informed me that he lived just around the corner. At first I tried to walk with his arm around me but when he saw how it pained me, surprisingly he scooped me up, carrying me the last minutes to his place. He saw my eyes turn wary when we stopped in front of this creepy, old warehouse and told my softly that it was rather nice inside and that I wouldn't need to be scared. Something in his soft voice made me believe him. Inside, he helped me sit on an old leather couch downstairs and excused himself, going on the search for band aids and stuff. While he was gone, I used the time and looked around. He was right, nothing screamed serial killer, it was just like a very reclusive man cave. A big TV with video games stood in a corner, a fridge in the other corner with a little made up kitchen, DVD's and books were lying around everywhere and while I scanned the room I saw my reflection in one of the stained windows. My long naturally red hair was a total mess and I tried to tame it a little with my fingers. I was just pulling a dry leaf out of it, when he came back. He had lost the jacket and the cap somewhere in the last minutes and I observed, that he was surprisingly handsome.
Gently he knelled in front of me and treated all of my wounds. After that he iced my ankle, talking to me the whole time about what he did. Not one question of how I ended up on the street in this outfit, either he was gentleman enough to overlook the fact or plainly ignored it. After I was all patched up, with a bandage around my slightly swollen ankle he offered me a beer and I told him, I could need one. I asked him by the way about one of the books in front of me and soon we are just talking about R. Frost, while the room was only illuminated by the moon and some candles. It felt differently to all this other loud conversation you have over your live. This was sweet and innocent. Nothing personal not even Names were exchanged, we just talked about poetry and books. I told him how thankful I was for his help. Somewhere there I decided that I want to give him something back, so when he stood up to get a glass of water I gently laid my hands on his thigh. He went completely still while my hand lightly travelled up to his hip, the tips of my fingers had barely brushed the skin under his shirt. He told me that I don't have to do that. But I knew that, I just wanted to. I fisted his shirt and slowly pulled him down until our lips met. Normally I didn't kissed any client but he wasn't one of them and I just wanted to be with him, loosing myself with this gorgeous man for one night only. He hesitantly kissed me back while his hands rested lightly on my shoulder and the couch. It felt so soft and gentle, almost a little like falling in love. I tugged his shirt up and he slowly took it off, letting it fall to the floor while shyly waiting for my next move. He looked like the epitome of a strong male but his actions betrayed him. He hadn't done this in a long time and it spurred me on, I wanted to make this good for him. I had kissed his chest while my fingers had searched and found his belt. With satisfaction I watched his eyes widen and his breath quicken. But when I had gotten the first button of his jeans loose something changed. His breathing had started to come in short gasps, his hands started shaking and for a second I had thought his eyes had been illuminated in gold. Like a light had shone through them.
He turned around, took a few steppes back all while gripping his hair. He grunted at me, said I needed to go and it scared me how his voice had changed. I realized it felt like he had vanished in front of me and a completely different thing had taken his place. I stood up and got myself a little closer to the door, while asking him if he was okay. Nothing could had prepared me for his face when he turned around. His features were grotesque and animal like. He had turned into a monster. Growls were coming out of him as he slowly made his way over to me. Turning around I ran for the door but before I could get a hold on the handle he gripped me, his sharp claws ripping through my dress and scratching my skin drawing blood. I was pushed against the door, trapped between it and his body while he dangerously growled in my ear. I felt his nose slowly sliding down the side of my neck, like he would sniff me while his claws gripped my hips tightly. My last chance was strapped in my bra and under crippling fear I try to get my hand on the little, hidden can of pepper spray. Collecting my last strength I turned in his grip and sprayed it directly in his eyes. He screamed, no howled in pain and this fracture of a second gave me enough time to push myself back trough the door, were I closed and locked it behind me. And than I ran. I ran for my life, ignoring the pain in my ankle just heading towards the next greater street. I heard his growls become quieter behind me but I didn't turn around, I didn't stop.
Part II is now officially posted as a new story! Simply found at my profile or under the name More than we see Part II...