It was just another day for him. The Sun was clouded by rain clouds threatening to spill everywhere. But like always it just threatened, never actually pored.
He was on his way to work, walking the same sidewalks day by day, the same path, the same scene. He was dressed as usual. A black suit and a red tie. A briefcase in one hand, the other shoved in his pocket. His hair was styled neatly with just a day's growth of beard on his face, having forgotten to shave that morning.
It was borderline boring. Doing the same thing every day. Nothing ever seems interesting. It wasn't until he crossed the intersection about a few blocks from his apartment, past a few industrial buildings that he saw something out of the ordinary.
The mansion that was there, near the courthouse and some high end neighborhoods was having a yard sale. Usually, He hears, the owner does this from time to time for the high end buyers. Not open to the public. But today, the gates were opened and there were people spilling inside the yard to see what had been concealed behind the gates.
The Man who lived there, lived alone. He was a collector of rare artifacts, or so the newspapers said. Looking at his watch, he knew he would arrive to his work precisely 45 minutes early to get paperwork ready, so since his routine hasn't changed in the past five years, he decided since the town did something different, why shouldn't he.
Turning from his path he headed to the gates with the crowd of people already there, milling around and looking at items sitting on tables lined with a deep red cloth. He didn't see many things that caught his eye and he went to table to table looking.
Sitting on the last table was a bright blue, green and purple Vase. Along the neck of the bottle lay a matching pair of cuffs with a piece of pink string wrapped around one of the cuffs. Something drew him to it, like it was begging him to take it home. Hurrying to it, he reached out a picked it up carefully, right as someone else was reaching for it. Holding it to his chest, he went to a man at the gate, taking the payments for the items that people had collected for their collections. Something from a mysterious man who rarely leaves his house.
Showing the man what he picked up, the guard frowned.
"I don't recall that being on the list of items for sale.. but then again, there was another item that was not listed either so.. no problem. How much you willing to pay?"
He thought bout it. "$200. If that sounds reasonable. For the vase and the cuffs."
The guard eyed it and nodded. "Deal. I don't think the master of the house would notice it's gone anyway. looks too plain for a vase, not like the others he has. And your name?" The guard wrote down the vase and the cuffs on a notepad and waited.
"Benjamin"
The guard nodded the jotted the name down and took the money that Ben offered to him. He still clutched the vase tightly to him and didn't quite feel at ease until he was safely in his office a few blocks later. Setting it carefully on the desk, he set out to work. Paperwork after paperwork. Putting data into the computer. It was a menial task but he hoped for the promotion they were always talking bout.
When the time came he set out to go back home. Taking the vase with him, he started the same walk back home. The night had come in quickly this night. The streets seemed empty and the gates to the mansion that were open were now closed, though a few people still lingered around. The tables that seemed to overtake the lawn were now gone as if nothing out of the ordinary happened that day.
Benjamin lived alone on the fifth floor of a moderate apartment. Unlocking the door, he was greeted by the sight of a lamp in the corner, turned on and his cat that was rubbing itself along his leg.
"Hello, Minx. How are you?" He asked, reaching down to scratch at the cat's ear. The Cat mewed to him and moved to the kitchen. Turning some of the lights on, he set the vase onto his kitchen table, which until that moment was bare.
Loosening his tie, he slipped his jacket off his shoulders and draped it along the backside of the chair. Turning around he began to get undressed out of the suit, wearing nothing but his boxers and a small thin shirt. For someone who lived behind a desk at work, he was still in good shape. His muscles were fine tuned and though he had a bit of a belly, it wasn't anything that didn't look out of place. Running his hand through his hair and mussing it up, he smiled at the cat, waiting for him by the food bowl.
"Well, I do suppose it is supper time." Doing his same routine of feeding Minx and fixing dinner for himself, he settled down for a bit of TV while he ate his dinner.
Minx, being curious couldn't help but to explore and check out the new item, sniffed around the vase. Nudging it with her nose a bit, it toppled over. as it rolled off the table, thankfully not shattering, it startled Benjamin enough to get his attention. The cuffs were laying on the table but the vase seemed to be leaking something onto his floor.
"Minx! Really? you could of broke it, you silly cat."
Jumping onto the floor and dashing into his room to hide from him, the cat quickly left the room. Searching through some drawers for a paper towel, he turned his back on the vase and it's contents leaking out onto the floor.
Turning back around he nearly dropped the towel in shock. Sitting before the vase was a girl. Or it seemed to be like a girl, only she was see through, and a mix of something solid and liquid, pale Purple in color. She seemed to have long hair, draping over her shoulders, outlining her breasts instead of covering them. Opening her eyes to look at him, she gasped and scooted back against the wall, huddling her knees to her chest. "Please don't hurt me." She whispered. It was funny. For an unearthly creature, she sounded sweet and innocent, like a child. But she didn't look like a child. even being hidden behind her knees, he could see the swell of her breasts.
"W..what are you?" He asked, taking a step towards her. "Who are you?" she seemed to get smaller the closer he got, a small puddle of goo laying under her. "Don't hurt me. Don't put me back in the bottle. I swear ill be good this time." She begged.
Blinking, he paused. "I wont. I promise.." He said in a low voice. much like he would use on Minx when she was stuck on the top cabanits. Able to get up there but unable to get down. Reaching down, he picked up the vase and set it back on the table, picking up the cuffs, he glanced back to the.. thing.
