In-between
Two and a half months.
It has been two and a half months since I had awakened. And it's has been hell ever since.
No matter what I do, I could feel myself getting weaker with each day. It's a futile effort to try to stop myself from losing so much energy. It's the time of the year that makes me like this.
As if on cue, a hot breeze appeared and ruffled my clothes. I growled. It was supposed to be cooler at night! Why does it feel like summer arrived already? It's still spring!
Another growl escaped from me, this time at myself. I had to learn how to control myself. If I don't, the same thing will happen like last time.
The breeze picked up again. I didn't react as much as I did before. I submitted myself to the suffocating air.
Submission.
As much as I hated it, I had to do it. My own being was too weak to stand alone right now, so I had to submit to my host's demands and whims. I could only be the dominant one for a couple of hours in the middle of the night. I was very lucky that I was in control that night when I first awoke. I doubt my host would have had enough sense to escape the scene and mimic a passing crowd after committing a murder.
Memory revision.
That's where all my strength is going.
My default power allowed me to delete my parts in my host's memory. I can have grand trips with the body and my host would be none the wiser.
It was the only thing right now that was saving me from detection.