The morning had gone well. Ludwig had woken up, fed the dogs and let them out into the garden. He had started to prepare their breakfast and packed lunches for him and his partner. He had woken up feliciano, showered with feliciano. He had combed his hair, gotten dressed, eaten breakfast. He had drove feliciano to work. They had sang in the car. Taylor swift with the window's wound down was the best start to any day.
Judging by the morning he had had, today would be a good day.
Ludwig's day at work had been a good one, the work itself had been the same as any other day, but the jovial start that his morning had started with had put the German in a good mood.
It was when he went for his lunch break, and exited his building to eat outside that noticed how cold it was. The blond hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, goosebumps erupted all over his body. He returned inside to eat and did not look out of the window.
The fourth grade class that he taught were supposed to be doing their P.E lesson outside that day straight after lunch, but after the boys had finished changing into their kits in the cloakrooms and the girls had finished changing in the classroom, and Ludwig was stood in the doorway with a whistle around his neck and twenty three small expectant children talking amongst themselves behind him, he felt it grow cold again. He felt the Goosebumps return and he felt as though he had never existed without them. He put a hand on the door handle, it was hot. Ludwig, who his pupils addressed as 'Mr. Vargas', pulled away immediately. He looked at his hand. There were no marks from the burn that he had thought to have gained. One of the children turned the handle for him, opening the door and raising a quizzical eyebrow at their teacher.
"Should we get out the goals today, Sir?" The child asked. Ludwig wiped some sweat away from his forehead and shook his head for 'no'. He shut the door, confused and surprised that the handle brought him no harm, and turned around, "We'll do your lesson in the hall today." He decided, and the pupils in his class all wore smiles, except for a few girls and two boys who had wanted to play football outside.
They would not have to leave the school building, Ludwig would not have to go outside, and the children would be allowed to play various indoor games and climb on the wooden apparatus that occupied the hall. It would be a win-win situation for everyone. The excited children would most certainly distract Ludwig from the feeling that he was being watched.
One fun filled class later, The children were back in the classrooms and practising their handwriting in their books. They traced dots to reveal the shapes of letters, practising to leave a pinky finger sized space between each carefully scripted word. Blue ink from their pens were left on their fingers and smudged on the papers. Quiet grumbles that the lesson was useless were heard all around.
Ludwig marked the class' numeracy books while the children wrote their letters with dotted i's and crossed t's and little tails to connect their letters in fancy 'grown-up writing' that none of them wished to know how to do.
The feeling that he was being watched returned, and Ludwig shut the blinds to the windows and replaced the natural sunlight by flicking the switch that turned on the lightbulbs in the classroom. The children looked at him in confusion but he offered them no explanations.
With the lesson over and the bell for home time ringing, Ludwig got up and dismissed the class table by table to the cloakroom where they would retrieve their bags and return to the classroom until Ludwig supervised their exit to the playground where parents were waiting. He was reluctant about stepping out, but did so when the persistent bell and even more persistent children finally caught his attention. The next hour after his class had left was spent marking, and after that he got up to leave for the weekend. The feeling that he was being watched remained, as it had all day, but he could not allow a small feeling like that one to stop him from returning home to Feliciano. He made his way to the empty car park and felt in his trousers pocket around for the key to the vehicle.
The blond heard something. A scratching sound. It was then that he noticed how quiet the car park was. No birds were chirping, none of his fellow teachers were bidding him a rushed goodbye as they headed to their cars, not even the wind was blowing the leaves of the trees around. The silent, stagnant air made Ludwig feel a little sick. He closed his eyes and leant on his Volkswagen.
And then everything felt calm, and nothing was wrong.
And then he felt as though someone was breathing on the back of his neck.
And then he was fighting an invisible force as his mind began to feel less and less like his own.
And then everything went black, and he could not feel his body. There were no sounds, no scents. He couldn't taste the coffee that he had drank half an hour ago. He couldn't feel the clothes he was wearing or the ground he was stood on.
What was this. What was this nothingness.
The nothingness ended. He felt pain. Searing pain and loud noises and blindingly bright lights.
This body would do, thought the demon, inspecting his reflection in the mirror of the car. An attractive face, and strong body. This would be good enough to cause some chaos in. "Hello, Handsome." He greeted himself with a smirk and ran a hand through the neatly slicked hair to loosen it up. He undid his tie, removed his jacket. Yes, he could have a little fun in this body, and put a hand under the shirt after he was done untucking it. Oh, abs! Nice touch. He had the very simple job of wreaking a little havoc. Infiltrating business places and public areas in a possessed meat suit and doing little things that would annoy people. Making sure that they were late, ensuring that they loose something important, ruining their day in tiny ways. After that, the anger department would move in and leave the affected humans with a spirit of hatred of frustration or anger. They would crash their cars later, or start a fight, or steal- it was all down to the domino effect that would allow certain people to be manipulated into aiding bigger plans. Plans that needed chaos to ensue in the lives of particular people, particular, carefully chosen people.
Ludwig was just going to be the first domino to fall-
"Jeez. Ludwig? Ludwig Beilschm- no wait, Ludwig Vargas? What a fucking grampa name." He complained, messing up the blond hair even further with eyes narrowed at the reflection that he saw in the mirror. Of all the men and women they'd possessed, this one was definitely one of the More attractive ones- it deserved a sexy name. Like Kris-... Ooh, or G-man!
He put a hand on Ludwig's chin with a confident grin. "Lutz."
The name certainly suited the body, a cool sounding name for a buff hot rod. He couldn't wait to take this body out for a spin, get to know its limits and abilities. He punched the glass of the window, putting all of Ludwig's strength into the action and sending glass shattering. It hurt, and it was marvellous. The car alarm sounded, and Lutz stepped back warily. He'd been down under- by which I don't mean Australia, for too long. He was not used to the suddenness of this alarm. It startled him, and he hit it again just to teach the car a lesson. "Y-Yeah! That's what happens when you mess with me!" He said to the car, waving an arm at it to warn it that he was not to be messed with. Lutz stepped back even further before turning and quickly walking away, ready to start the job that he had been sent up here to do. He was ready to wreak some havoc.
A/N: so that's the first chapter. Ludwig is the human vessel that our Demon Lutz is using to unleash... Admittedly mild acts of vandalism and public Harassment. I might not have any plans written down but I'm quickly working this story out in my head, so stay tuned for the next chapter! Pls R & R, if you've got time.