Tales From the Dark (Prolouge)

Sara had been doing this for a very long time. She knew that if it continued she might die, but she did not mind. She knew the reward was far greater than the sacrifice. There was pain involved in all great things, this time it was hers. The voice whipered to her, to continue. Just a little longer.
She drug the blade down her arm again, watcing with intent eyes as blood seeped from the wound and poored down her wrist to the bowl below. The candle light flickeres as her blood dripped. The smell was becoming over powering. She would met her end very soon. She was coming to accept her fate. From her would spring new life, the next to occupy her body would do greater things than she, and she would be rewarded.
"Let me in." The voice whispered to her through the dark. She looked up and could see the yellow eyes of the beast, in the corner across from her. She lifted her arm and watched as the blood ran down toward her shoulder. She could feel him touching her without moving. She leaned her head close to her arm, and licked the blood away. It was so sweet, it tasted of life, and she vaugly knew that thought was not her own.
Cold began to seep into her toes and fingers, as the blood eased out of her. She had just enough strength to do what needed to be done. She took the bowl in her hands and stood. Holding the sides, she swung the bowl and watched as her blood spattered across the pure white wall. In the candle light she could see the blood running down toward the hard wood floor. She smiled, but the smile faded. She could suddenly read her fate in her own blood. And her fate was sealed.
On one final, blood cudling scream, she realized her reward, would be nothing more than a death everlasting, and with that she collaped, death taking her into his cold hand. The creature iin the corner watched all of this with knowing eyes. He smiled and then moved, his body slithering, crawling toward the dead woman, his gift.
Inside her he would find warmth, and life, and an endless power. Her soul had left her body, to be tortured for eternity, but her power had remained. He would use her to conqure the world. He laughed to himself as he forced himself into the shell of hte girl. Her skin cracking and tearing around his awful form. He crowed into her, making himself smaller, forcing his large form into her much smaller one.
Then with the ower left in him new 'girl-skin' suit, he healed himself. As the felt the skin grow tighter, and constrict around him, like a lover on the verge of climax, he recalled how easy it had been to lure the girl in. To make her believe she was truly evil, to make her his slave. One accident here, one mistake there. Oh how simple she had made it for him. And now, he was going to take over. First her life, then her family, and then...the world would be his candy shop.
He was suddenly aware of how hungry he was. He would ahve to go out and find someone. He wondered if he could lure a man as easily as he had lured the girl...Sara. He had studied the girl, and others of her kind. She was pretty, thin, but not so much to be boney. Hair hte shade of midnight, and eyes like sapphires. He could use her to his advantage. Well, her body, now his. He was not really a 'he' more an it. He would not mind playing the part to sate his hunger.
Standing before the mirron, he smiled, and the face of hte girl moved to match his smile. 'Yes, Sara, is my name.' He practiced. Then he nodded and the girls head nodded as well. He was no longer 'The Dark' he was now, Sara.11

He stood in the girls room looking himself over. He was naked, and he liked what he saw. He had to admit to himself he found the girl attractive, and to now occupy her body was a strange thing. To be able to touch her, and feel her, and know what she would have felt in response, was strange. He watched himself in the mirror as he moved, dressing, and undressing. He would have been happy to stay there all night, had his hunger not been so terrible.
He finally decided on a short skirt and tight top. He would have to do a bit of fishing. He didn't mind. He thought he would have the most troble with the heels. He was wrong, the girls body still remembered walking in heels. For that he was glad. He went out to her car, and got in. He would go to the bar where he met her. He was sure he could find some man to bring home, and feast upon.
When he arrived at the bar, he was suprised at the number of men who looked him over. He smiled, and gave coy looks, but was not interested in any of them. All were thinking of only one thing, and he had no interest in sex. He would resort to it, if he found no one else.
As he moved through the bar, he could feel the booming bass rippling off of her skin. He could feel the heat of the bodies pressed around her. He could smell the alcohol, and the smoke. He moved into the main room of the club, looking over the faces of each man. There was one, in a corner, away from most of the others. She smiled and moved toward him. He seemed to notice she was coming, and looked up. He smiled and she dropped down next to him. The man nodded and and with out words the creature spoke to the man. He nodded again his eyes going blank, as she stood. The man grabbed onto the girl, touching her, and grouping her, as tehy left hte bar. In the cab back to her place he kissed her, touching her again, and the creature noticed hte body he inhabited did something strang. Something he had not expected, it ate at him slightly, he knew that feeling, and he liked it. Maybe he would not use sex as a last resort, but instead as an appatizer.