Prologue:
She ran, not daring to glance behind her. She knew that if she slowed down at all, just for one second, They would get her. They would not try removing her this time; they would just kill the host. She had grown to like this girl, this petite brunette; she was in no rush to leave it. Also she hadn't fed in a while; she would barely last till morning unless she found another host. But a noise behind her caused her heart to stop, she could smell them now, closing in on the air, the host would not last out much longer, and she did not have the energy to go into recluse again. She was going to die, she was certain, unless…
She could smell something new now, a human, close by, a young woman, not fresh, but, she would do, in the building, just round the corner. The woman was strong, of that she was sure, and she smelt of adrenaline, almost as if she had felt the hunt before, though that was impossible. If she was going to change host, this was her only chance. She knew the host was gone, her personality crushed beyond help. The host was dead, though she had put up a good fight; she had lasted almost 2 days. Just as she raced round the corner, lungs burning, she breathed one last breath and released herself though one last exhale. The body immediately crumbled, causing one man to hurry out of his building in his night clothes. However he failed to notice the little wisp of smoke flying in the breeze, away from the 14 year old girl lying on the floor.
The smoke continued to drift, until it reached an open window in the upper floor of one of the buildings. Floating in, the smoke saw two humans, one male, one female. The male was quite large with short hair and a relaxed smile on his face, whereas the woman was small and skinny, yet well built, as if she ran a lot. She had shoulder length brown hair a lot like her last host, although this one appeared to have a smell gap between her two front teeth. The smoke hovered over the woman, before descending upon her, smothering her nose and mouth, whilst also positioning itself at the back of the woman's neck, it drained into her skin, her mouth. In an instant she was awake, screaming silently, failing to wake the prone figure next to her. Within second the internal struggle for control was over. Having supressed the host's personality, she sorted through her new, but bland memories. Felt through human fingers, seen through human eyes, although what amazing things were seen through these eyes, what strange textures were felt beneath these fingers. Then shortly before she backed down to allow the host some sleep, she found what she was looking for. A name. Her new name; Gwenn Cooper.