Part 5

As the growing city of commerce London was back then, people were plentiful. The noise was overwhelming, compared to the silent solitude I had the pleasure of experiencing the last month or so.
I knew people wouldnt even glance my way if I just slept in the gutter, but for me, it was just too risky, with the sun persisting to rise every single morning, so I knew I had to get a house, or at least a place that would prevent the sun from roasting me like a chestnut on an open fire. So I had 2 choices: Build my own house/cottage or kindly offer to take a house off the hands of the previous inhabitants. The latter was obviously the easiest choice.
Now to find a suitable house. The house shouldnt be too prominent, because a rich family would be missed, which would result in my capture. But then again, the house didnt have to be a disgusting slime pit I had enough of that living in a cave.
As I stood in the night air, I took a deep breath, and I smelled two things: The first thing was something new, but familiar rain. Rain was something I could use. With rain comes clouds, and with clouds comes darkness, which would enable me to search for a house of my liking. Secondly I smelled something Ive smelled before shit. It was the exact same smell as the man from my house. A smile crept over my lips, as I remembered the grisly murder I needed another kill - and soon! But I had to tone it down this time, I didnt have the convenience of being recently dead and/or missing, and therefore I could be considered a suspect of murder again.
About an hour before what would be sunrise, I arrived at the edge of the city. A good place to start the search for a house nobody would truly notice. At that time, people were already starting to depart for their respective jobs, and it was time to find someone who would not be missed. The hunt had begun.
I planned to follow someone from the outskirts through their day, and see if the interacted with many or few people. The later was obviously preferred. I learned an important lesson that day nothing ever goes the way you plan it
At first I observed a man leaving his woman and children at home, to go to the marketplace, and thoughts of maiming the remaining inhabitants, and smearing the blood of the victims on the walls appeared in my mind. It was the beast again. Its thoughts blending with mine. Supplying the inspiration I needed to get the blood it wanted. If a by passer hadnt bumped into me, I would have snuck through the window in the back and jumped them I still thank that man to this very day. I resumed my initial plan, and followed the man heading for the marketplace.
It turned out the man wasnt heading for the market, but a building by the market the courthouse. He, apparently, was a high-ranking fighter. Even with my new body, I still didnt have the confidence, nor the abilities needed to defeat a man trained to kill, not even to mention the opponent he would become when angered by the brutal killing of his family. I had to find a new prey.
Then something happened. I felt a presence I had felt before, but I didnt know from where Then it hit me - it was him. The one I was in debt to. The one who pulled me out from the grasp of the beast. The clumsy bastard that disturbed my stream of thought. The bastard that deserved to die.
It had returned the beast, but this time he was not there to bump in to me. He was at the wrong side of the focused eye of the beast. It had taken control over my train of thought; it made me think things ugly things tings that would make even Jeffrey Dahmer have nightmares. Beautiful things!
I followed him through the streets. Hiding behind houses whenever he looked over his shoulder, hearing his every breath, and enjoying the way it sped up when he started running, and as it sped up even more when the fear ignited in his mind, sending adrenalin pumping through his veins.
My mouth watered by the thought of his blood. The way it would taste when I finally caught him. The breathtaking sensation of his heart slowing down, and the following act of physically sucking the remaining blood from his veins. As I returned to the real world, where I hadnt caught him yet, I noticed something in the corner of my eye - a body flying. It seemed that the beast had taken over completely, while filling my mind with joyous thoughts, and thrown a human across the alleyway and thundering into a wall, but I didnt care anymore, all I cared about was his blood, and how it would soon be mine.
Just when we got to the far edge of town, I decided to try something new: jumping. Just before he looked back, I jumped, and jump this body could. I practically leapt vertically into the air, soaring majestically like the eagle but then again, the eagle wouldnt crash trough a wooden wall only to be stopped by a large oak on the other side of the house.
Somehow I managed to get up and hide as best as I could, before the people living in the former house came out to see what had made their house go boom, and turn into toothpicks. During the frantic search for hiding, something happened. I just remember thinking that they shouldnt see me, and then the world became unclear, and even when the humans looked right at me, they seemed to be looking right through me.
When they seemingly gave up, and turned around, I raised my hand and looked at it. I was more fascinated than scarred by what I saw I was wrapped in shadows!
When the rain started falling, I got distracted, and the shadows drew back to their places under the trees canopies. I felt weak Like the chase and shadow molding had drained me of energy.
It suddenly hit me: The man I chased! He saw my face! I have to find him! I have to kill him!
Luckily my new body had other useful abilities when it was time to hunt someone specific: smell, and during the hunt, I got to know his scent, but I had to hurry or the rain would wash his scent from the ground and air.
At the front of the newly demolished building, I found his scent, even through the stench of shit in the streets, I could still smell it, and I followed it through the streets of London, to a house on the other side of town. It was perfect. Not to fancy, and, yet, not to ugly.
I could sense him inside. I could hear him gasping for air, and, best of all, I could smell his fear. It was everywhere. It drove the beast to the surface, and the beast liked it.
I crept to the back of the house, and waited for darkness to fall. When I couldnt hear the people in the streets, I made my move. I silently walked over to the front of the house and opened the door.
The beast was going to have fun with this one…