Chapter Three: The possession takes placeā¦
Nightingale Academy had so many girls. Short, thin, curvy, tanned, pale, girls with pointed noses, girls with flat noses, girls with stunning smiles, girls who shouldn't smile, pretty much all sorts. He'd been scanning for the right one all day, and finally, his efforts had been rewarded. He called her caramel girl, because of her skin. She was wearing a purple sweater and bright her blue jeans hugged her curves fittingly as she walked into the academy's parking lot. Her hair had probably been in a bun at the beginning of the day, but now it hung loosely low near her neck. Caramel girl walked casually through the rush of students that made their way on the other side of the campus leading to the dorms. He resisted the urge to take over her body, and posses her. Being a under his masters command, he needed to keep a low profile-especially when his witnesses weren't always human. She continued to walk, quickening her pace, turning back more frequently. A couple of times she ran into a few students who execrated at her. He needed her alone, not where all these people could witness him take over her. Not when the sun shone so brightly in the sky, as if wanting to expose his evil plan. She stopped-He stopped.
"Geez, traffic jam much, MOVE!" No name yet felt a girl slam into him from behind; presumably because of his abrupt stop.
"Excuse me?"
The petite girl was at least two heads shorter and very attractive. She was wearing a magenta low cut top that stopped right above her naval and showed more cleavage that necessary. On her legs, she wore black leggings that slid into ballet flats. No name yet liked the way she tossed her curly blonde hair over her shoulders, tapping her foot impatiently.
"You're excused, now like move out of the freaking way!" She tried to push past him but he blocked her by reflecting her movements.
"What the hell are you doing?" Her voice started to rise, but none of the bustling students took notice.
"You're going to do me a favour," His voice was calm but forceful. Demanding. It wasn't a request, but a command.
"Uhhm, I do-not-think-so! Now get out of the way before I freaking scream you son of -" With an impulsive movement he quickly raised his hand and clutched his fingers against her throat, stealing the words from her cherry chap stick covered lips. She began to squirm and writhe in pain, her eyes bulging from her head.
He squeezed harder.
"You're going to do me a favour," No name yet's eyes narrowed when the girl tried to shake her head.
"N-N-No-" She began to sputter but he was far too quick. Forcing his way inside, her entered her body. It was an amazing sensation, one he never got tired of. It was like falling down an underground tunnel then finally reaching the pit to find that you were in control of the other person's mind, body and soul. His whole body disappeared as he passed inside her and she staggered back. Her backpack fell to the floor and he felt her knees weaken. Gazing through her violet eyes, he steadied himself and looked at the name tag on her bag; he was now Chelsea Jones. He had done it. No name yet grinned, hot, savage satisfaction jolting through him. The students in the parking lot had started to disperse now. Regaining his normal stance, he picked up Chelsea's bag and started walking, looking, searching for Caramel Girl. No way would he find her now, this place was far to ostentatious. She could be anywhere now, maybe already in her dorm. He would look for her tomorrow, as long as she wasn't with that charcoal haired guy with the silver streaks or his wog partner who always tagged by. And with that no name yet headed off-in Chelsea's body- to the girl's dorms near the forest.
