...I feel bad for Black already. D: Nice work. Engaging and creepy. I will end this wanting to give him a hug and soup and snuggles-- Same with the unnamed other fool. Will he get involved, too? :D

         I take him back to my place...well my new place. I explain my ex sort of paid rent on the other one so she got to keep it. Geez he's hot. Oh and his lips are to die for. So passionate and hot. The night is like a whirlwind in my memory. I think I told him I loved him somewhere in all the hot sex.

         My sister has choosen well. He wants acceptance and love. Perfect. I ravish him with attention using the stolen body. I fill him well enough, barely giving him time to realize I haven't used a condom. My sister is cunning in that sense. Maybe he will usher our lord into this plane. But first a test. Let me see if she chose someone better than my last one. Fool broke after only 5. Useless worm. This one beneath me. So strong. His phsyic though marred by her tortures is muscular. Perfect for the job for him.

 

(Just a short thing here. sorry it isn't longer)

          I write a note and leave a false number. This body isn't going to last too much longer. I still need to fly to Russia and see what my brother found there. I look over my latest victim and grin. If he wasn't so much like the last fool, who's body I now inhabit, I would stay to see if anything comes about. My cell goes off and I answer. My other brother in New York just confirmed the first one and thanked me profusely for sacrificing the human to his desires instead of keeping in. I shake my head taking in the sleeping form of my latest "lover." I hang up and start out the door. My hooves broke through the bottom of the feet sometime during the night. It's hard to pull on boots when the feet are rotting. I roll my eyes and sigh as I finish dressing. I look at his wallet and memorize the name. Elliot Bandi.

           I wake the next morning feeling sore but extremely relaxed. No one ever treated me like that and I think I liked it. I smile as I think of the hottie and reach for him. I frown as I feel no one beside me. I wake up a bit more and look up. I see the name scrawled across, Carl Line, and a phone number. I sigh and turn over. Figures it would only be a one night stand. Guess I'm really not that important for a relationship. Wonder if she'll take me back...then again I really like not waking to a hot curler to my back.

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           It's been a couple of months since I saw the hottie and I haven't been feeling too well. I've been sick for the past few months and it all started after that night with Carl. It's odd though. It comes off and on in waves of nausea and dizziness. The doctors still don't know what's wrong with me. I think Carl gave me an STD but the tests are showing inconclusive evidence. Which means I haven't been on the scene since then. I prefer knowing if I'm going to make someone sick rather than not knowing and suffereing a lawsuit or something stupid. My ex stopped by for a little bit to rub her new beau in my face. If I didn't know better I would've said it was Carl with blonder hair and better muscles. But it couldn't be....maybe if he'd hit the gym like four times a week since he left.

            Bastard didn't even have the decency to leave me his real number so I could call and ask about this sickness. I sit up from the newest offering to the porcelin god and rest my head against the cool rim. I really need to clean better...Carl...are you thinking of me too? 

        Well that was an interesting sight. So much anger and hate. To think my sister actually found the best out of the five I've seen. Wonder if he even knows. Nah. He's too stupid. Maybe I should go back and give him another fucking. Yes just sneak in while he's gone for the night and wait in the closet. Yes...then watch him squirm and beg. Then again...I could just talk to him. Hmm. Maybe I've been spending too much time on this plane. I think I'm growing soft.

        Damnit. Why can't I get that man out of my mind? His perfect body. His muscles working as he thrusted into me. God above why?! He was only a one time stand. He's probably forgotten all about me.  What's worse? I think I might have cancer. What else could explain the food aversion and vomitting? Now I've noticed a change in my body. My stomach seems to be growing. It's not fat. I know that. It's too firm. Damn it... 

Sorry for being gone for so long. Classes and the like._____________

I watch him from the window, my body waiting back in the alley. I smirk as he lays in bed. There's no denying it now. Elliot's carrying and his doctors don't know it. Such a simple way to mess with the humans is to put a muddle charm and steal paperwork. But his doctor's visits must stop before they decide to take a biopsy. Mustn't risk my children. I slip back into my body and enter the apartment. I type in the numbers to be let in.

I wake up to the knocking. It sounded urgent. "Something better be on fucking fire," I mutter getting up. My hand moves to my back to counter balance my new "beer gut" or so my docs say. I really want a second opinion. Whatever is happening isn't normal and that diet leaves me ravenous and gassy. When I open the door I see the man my sister brought over four months ago. I frown. "What do you want?"

I frown. "Well that's a nice hello. I was hurt when I thought you didn't recognize me before but now...now I'm just...was she right?" I turn as if hurt by his words and thoughts I never had. I wait to feel a hand on my shoulder but it doesn't come. I start down the hall waiting for him to say something.

I don't know what he's talking about. This stranger. I think a minute, my mind trying to kick into gear. As he walks away, I couldn't resist looking at his ass. I felt my eyes go wide. "Wait. Carl?" I see him stop. "Carl Line?" I see him turn and look toward me. I feel my heart beating faster in my chest and I'm suddenly self concious as I try to hide the gut. It couldn't be that brunette hottie I had been with. I watch him come back towards me.

"So...so you do remember me?" I ask. "I owe you an apology. I didn't want to leave. I didn't." Oh how easy it is to lie to this idiot. I love how his eyes appraise my new body. He looks so helpless. Before I can blink, he's hugging me. I smile. My spell working it's magics to keep him calm and in love with me. "I had gotten a call from my mother. I had to go back and help take care of my father in his last few months." I then felt a sting on my cheek and looked down to see Elliot had slapped me.

"You fucking bastard. You didn't have the decency to leave me a number. Now you think I really want to take you back?" I ask. "I'm fucking dying from a tumor or something and-" I hear a door open and look up to see Mrs. Joni looking out the door in her curlers and mask. I pull the man inside the apartment and shut the door. I walk over to the couch and sit down. My head is spinning. I look at the clock and growl. "Look. I really want to sleep. It's three in the fucking morning." I get up and look at him. No matter how mad I am I can't help but smile, relieved to know he's here. I lean up to kiss him. "I missed you," I whisper before going toward the bedroom again.