Her eyes, shutting slowly. The whisper of her eyelashes against her delicate skin remind me of why I am here. She is gorgeous. I watch over her silently, ducking through the window. My foot knocks into a discarded perfume bottle and I freeze, willing the sound to not wake my sleeping beauty. The room itself is luxurious; thick tan carpeting surrounded by chocolate brown walls, with richly colored accent pillows scattered around the room. Her queen sized bed is opposite the window, and I creep slowly towards it to get a closer look. I brush my knuckle against her forehead, and I gasp, barely audible. Her skin is so much smoother than I thought it would be.
The last thing I want is for her to get hurt, so I blow out the lit candle on her bedside table, threatening to set an elegantly embroidered scarf alight. I pick the scarf up gently, and smell it. It smells just like her - vanilla and walnuts, with a faint trace of opium. It is intoxicating, and I force myself to put it back down. Then I notice another object on the bedside table. A half-full wineglass. I pick it up, scrutinize it, and smile when I see the marks left by her lipstick. My hands are slick, and I nearly drop it in excitement. I lap the rim of the glass, getting every trace of makeup off, reveling in the taste and sensation. Afterwards, I drink what is left in the glass. I am in a state of pure bliss.
The ghost of who I once was nags at my thoughts, telling me that this is wrong. I ignore it; I am me now, not him. Petty feelings of wrong and right will not keep me from getting what I want. I slip out of the bedroom, further into the home. While I dislike the thoughts that man is putting into my head, he’s good for one thing. He got me here, after all. I grab several mementos off shelves and shove them into a bag. Anything that connects her to another must be destroyed. It must burn in the same flames that form my love for her. Now that I am inside the house, the locked doors mean little to me. I walk outside the home, into the backyard, and start up the fire pit.
I almost feel bad, but I discard that thought. I always get what I want. I light everything ablaze. Childhood toys, photo albums, treasured letters, and more are incinerated in front of me, casting a hellish glow about my face. I reach into the bag, and find that the last item is a book. Her diary. I chuckle, for I already know all that is in it. This isn’t the first time I have come here, just the first time that I take action. I flip to the latest entry and frown when I see that she has “met someone.” Whoever this is must be eliminated. Not now, though. Now, I have much more important things to do. I toss her diary carelessly into the fire, turning my back to the inferno. It’s time to get to work.
I practically prance up her stairs, aiming to once more enter her bedroom. Every step gets me closer to my goal. When I walk in, I freeze. We are not alone. There is a being standing in her window, and I hiss out a warning, pushing it off the sill in a fit of fury. The man shaped being spread its wings as soon as it started falling and fled, in search of an easier target. I am satisfied with myself. I have protected her once more. I close and cover the window. I can’t afford to be distracted.
I approach her bed slowly. I reach down, and place my face to hers, almost touching her. Suddenly, my body, his body, goes into shock. My true form leaves the corpse of the preacher, and I ooze my way down her throat. She is awake now, suffocating on my slime. She is trying to escape, but I am far too experienced in this to let such a pretty young thing get away. I sink fully into her system, taking control of her from the inside out.
Damn, this is nice. It has been far too long since I have inhabited a young body. I will be able to have a lot of fun in this costume. After all, Halloween is right around the corner.
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