Damned if I do | Damned trilogy #1

Chapter Three: Drake

I'd done the whole human thing – moving truck, friends to help me shift my crap inside, plenty of yelling and almost dropping things, and lots of the obligatory breakages. Granted, the whole thing was an elaborate illusion while the boys and I sat inside catching up on everything I needed to know to pass as a human. But it was the thought that counted.

After our Contemporary Life consultant left, I dropped back into one of the arm chairs and ran my hand over my jaw with a heavy sigh.

"Indeed, sir," Truman said. "The world is much changed."

I shrugged as I leant forward on my knees. "If I'm honest, I expected worse. But I guess twelve years isn't that much in the grand scheme."

"Certainly less than a fiery eternity," Truman commented and I nodded.

"You're not wrong."

"Might I ask, sir, how you plan to get her back home?"

"Ask all you like. I have no idea yet."

I heard Kyle squeaking in excitement and looked over to see him hanging onto the windowsill and staring out the front.

"What's that?" he asked, cocking his head to the side, his big ears flapping.

I flicked a hand at Truman as I sat back again. Truman hurried over to Kyle and I looked around to see where Ignacio had wandered off to. But I couldn't see the little grouch.

"What is it?" Kyle asked Truman.

Truman looked at me before he answered. "That is a cat, Kyle."

"Cat." Kyle tried the word on for size.

"Have you thought about how you'll broach the subject with her, sir?" Truman asked me.

"Not in the slightest. But when have I ever struck out?"

"No. Of course, sir."

"Can Kyle eat it?" Kyle asked.

I smirked at Kyle's utter naivety and obsession with animals. "No, you can't eat it. If you do have an idea for getting her home again, though, I'm open to all suggestions."

"What do with it then?" Kyle asked, still staring out at the window.

"Pets. Gifts," I answered sub-consciously as I saw Ignacio wandering in. "And where have you been?"

Ignacio pointed to the front door. "She's coming."

I rubbed my hands together excitedly as I stood up. "All right, boys. Game on."

"A hand, sir?"

"No." I shook my head. "You boys stay inside for now."

Calling the illusion together, I walked out the front door with the 'movers' and saw them off just at the right time that the truck would get in the girls' way. I set it up perfectly. A millennium with my father and at least I could say I was adept at showmanship if nothing else.

I watched the little hatchback slow to a stop in front of the truck in perfect place for the girls to be right in front of me. And both of them were looking right at me. The girl in the passenger seat, she was the one I was here for. But I couldn't quite see her past the girl in the driver seat.

But I saw enough to know they were both interested. Maybe my chances of an orgy weren't quite so slim after all.

I watched as her friend pulled up to the curb and they both looked back at me.

And I enjoyed it. Why wouldn't I? Two girls appreciating my fine form? I never got sick of it. Although, I wasn't convinced this particular time was going to end in significantly less clothes than were currently involved.