The Entity's POV

Floating in the darkness above the planet that its inhabitants call: Earth, I feel that it's the right time for me to go and see for myself; how well the planet is faring with humans as the dominant species. 

Using my power of gravity, I reach out to the moon's gravity and that of the Earth, to create an 'imbalance' to project my molecules into the upper atmosphere surrounding the planet at a slight angle.

It's simple actually. This is how I can move from planet to planet. Just by using the gravitational pull of planets, stars, meteors, etc, to create motion. Like planets have a gravity center of their own, so do I.

An ion trail fans out behind me as I move through the thin atmosphere that would have burned me to a crisp had I been human. My molecules take the heat easily.

As the gravity pull of the Earth now pulls at me, I move faster and faster. Finally, I open up my power core of gravity to take control of the descent.

As dark mist, my molecules twist and turn in the air currents in the cool lower atmosphere of this world, and I spread my molecules far apart to become invisible to the human eye. Searching as it were, for the one place I could take up residence.

But first! I need a body to blend in.

Slowing down my flight over Manhattan, New York, I see what looks like a movie premiere. Lots of media and the press surround a bright red carpet with cords on either side. Well-dressed humans walking on the carpet, smiling and flashing white teeth, their expressions false. Light bulbs from cameras flash rapidly, giving off a false, bright light which I instantly shall we say, "despised." as two huge spotlights reached up high into the heavens, as they moved back and forth.

Observing, I watch as the well-dressed humans glide along into the tall glass building that engulfed the entire city block. The marquee was lit up brightly with giant black letters spelling out the movie's name: "Night Terrors,"

Using the wind tunnels created by the movements of the humans, I slip past the door frame from above their heads with none the wiser.

The entire lobby floor was covered with a plush red carpet that spread from wall to wall. The walls rising high, with a crimson red velvet design dating back to the 1920s. Film lobby posters had been set at eye level in glass cases to protect them from moviegoers. Gold accents in the molding and trim throughout the entire room, made it seem almost like an opera house but not quite. Classy is the right word. Black lacquered counters are set in the middle of the lobby with glass on top, and along the front about halfway, so the patrons can see the vendors' goodies. The counters are arranged in a giant open rectangle. A classic encased floating pan, popcorn machine. All of it was polished, all nice and shiny for this special night. It was already brimming with the tasty white/yellow kernels of corn. Melted golden butter sat in a clear plastic square pump container, ready to grease up eager fingers that reach into a container of popcorn. The register was conspicuously missing for the evening.

Four humans stood in the open rectangle wearing black pants, tuxedo-style white button-down shirts, and red buttoned vests. Far off are the big black doors that lead into the theaters. There were double doors with huge gold handles that were padded with black vinyl with a padded diamond-shaped design, and gold buttons at the corners of the joined seams. Just like the long black couches and chairs that lined the lobby walls.

Off to the right is a line of women dressed up in clothing like the colors of a rainbow. Perfect. The restroom is an excellent place to create myself into into a human form. Moving past the women, I fly past the mirrors and sinks, then slide into the back stall where an unassuming woman sits quietly on the porcelain commode, with her red silk dress lifted to her hips.

Very carefully, I slip a tendril of my mist into her mind. She's perfect. She knows five languages and speaks them fluently. She is also highly educated and a lawyer. She was highly focused too. Excellent survival skills to have. Delving into her mind further, I slowly allow my molecules to shift and become almost ghostly in appearance as her head falls back against the white tiles, conscious but unable to do a thing, not even move her eyes or close them. There is no pain in this for her, but for me, it will be excruciating though no sound will issue forth. How can it when I create the vocal cords last?

My molecules, made of raw matter, begin to vibrate as I slowly sit down inside of  her. My molecules easily blend in with and past her skin cells, merging with her body from bones to flesh and blood.

Gently I retrieve an imprint from her genetics and her memories. After about twenty minutes, I slowly rise out of her body and allow the genetic imprint to occur. This 'change' is takes a while because I want my first human body to be perfect. Inside I am howl and wail with pain like a banshee, yet I know the worst is yet to come.

Quickly now, my molecular structure begins to change as bones are created with muscle, tendons, and ligaments wrapping around them, a fully grown nervous system taking on form as well. Then just as fast, my tanned skin begins to grow, along with my hair that looks like golden sunlight. I scream so loud within that it echoes throughout the city silently, as my skin separates over my chest so I can touch the blood moistened muscle. Forcing it aside, I grab hold of my growing, beating heart and tear it it out from my chest. Finally, the power core of gravity settles in the empty cavity. A small black hole where A heart used to be.

The power of my core links to the torn arteries and veins, working like a pump with a slight gravitational pull to heal them quickly and keep the blood moving. In my right hand, my 'human' heart lays quietly. Pulling on my molecules in my hand, they vibrate, moving fast and separate fast as the heart and blood slowly absorb in through the skin of my hand until there is no more. Concentrating hard into my core, the torn muscle and bloody flesh of my chest knit back together while the blood on my body is absorbed back into my skin. Satisfied that I am all ready, I turn back to the paralyzed woman. Fear. She is rank with it. My nose wrinkles in disgust.

I try to be as gentle as I can while I remove her bright red, silk, body-hugging gown with spaghetti straps and crimson shoes. These I can carry with me when I change back to an invisible form. Do I lose this curvy naked human form when I change back? No. The imprint is a part of me now, forever. Her genetics will allow any future body 'shifts' to be done extremely fast now. She is, in a way, unique. I don't have enough time to create a proper tube for me to feed from yet. It is still coming together beneath the skin of my hand, so I opt for creating fangs of a sort. They are two inches long and internally are made with filtering chambers. I got the idea once from watching a couple of adults fooling around at a park. He was extremely dominant, taking his girl into his arms and missing her passionately as he bent her backward. One hand at her lower back while his arm supported the weight of her body. Swiftly, he took a pair of plastic fangs out of his black suit jacket pocket while she wrapped her arms around his neck, seeing nothing. Pulling back from the kiss, he bent his head, his lips burning a fiery trail down her chest, pulling down the blue neckline fabric of her Alice in Wonderland dress to bare her breasts with pebble-hardened nipples. Her head tipped back as his lips latched onto her nipple, her hands sifting through his hair, pulling him to her, wanting more, which she expressed as much in the erotic sound of her moan. Groaning in answer, he placed the plastic fangs into his mouth and proceeded to playfully bite her on the neck as she giggled wildly, pulling her neckline back into place. Oh, how we learn from what we observe. Slowly I bent over her naked body and settled myself up against her. Tina, as she is called, has something I still need to survive. Gently my fingers touch the skin of her neck as my fingers slide into her hair, pulling it aside to bare her throat completely.
Poor girl, she thinks she knows what's coming. My hot breath caresses her skin, and I lick lightly at the area above her artery, and she cannot stop me. Control is mine. My mouth opens, and I quickly pierce her artery with the fangs. Inside I can feel the gravity pull of my inner core change and shift as it begins to pull away at the life force within Tina's body. Siphoning her life away using the filters in the hollowed fangs with barely a drop of blood spilled. As I heard her heart fail her, I pulled away; within moments, she is dead, painlessly.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and in the cramped stall, I slide the gown on over my head, letting it fall down the length of my body in bright red crimson waves of silk. Catching the straps, I lay them gently on top of my soft shoulders. When I run my hands down the sides of my breasts, sliding down toward my tiny waist and beautifully rounded hips, I can understand why Tina would want to wear such a gown. Bending over, I slid my feet into the red stilettos finding it a bit difficult to retain my balance. If I wanted to walk out of here instead of having a floating red gown and shoes mark my presence, I'd have to get used to them a little bit. Exciting the stall, I touched the silver where the door slider was and made it slide closed, giving Tina some privacy.

Other women come in and out of the stalls in a rush to get to the mirrors. Thanks to that woman's memories, I know all of the knowledge her memories contained, everything. My ankles wobble a little as I get used to the shoes. Walking back and forth until I seem to have finally gotten it right. Bending over the sink, I look in the mirror for the first time. Long blonde wavy hair with mercury-colored eyes. Turning my face from side to side, I inspect the oval face and full red lips. I believe that this body will do nicely.

Turning aside, I walk toward the door, taking small careful steps. Then some woman opens it before my fingers could wrap around the door's handle. Startled, I step back, and the woman laughs, patting me on the shoulder. She wore a long black caftan to help cover her round size with silver and turquoise jewelry on her from hard to toe. Her black hair was piled high on her head with big fat curls. It looked good against her kind, cheerful face. "Oh honey, and you're so small! I am very sorry dear..." She seemed harmless enough, so I didn't kill her. I just smiled and lowered my lashes in a humble gesture. While she looked at me as being some sweet young thing, I was busy measuring how much life-force she carried in her round frame compared to how much I had to last me right now.

Realizing that I was beginning to feel things a bit, I grew impatient and walked past her and out into the lobby. Frustrated with myself, I moved as fast as I could manage in the deathtrap stilettos. As I got to the glass doors, a man's hand grasped my bare upper arm. Turning to face him, I saw Tina's memories that it was Steven Carpenter, Tina's boyfriend/lover. "Where are you going, sweetheart?" His face was filled with concern, his grip on me lessening.

Snatching my arm away, I shot him a glare and pushed right out the front door of the movie premiere, only to be assaulted by the press and media with their flashing bulbs. As I stuck close to the building, moving fast as I could. I took off the heels, jumping from foot to foot as I did so, Stephen following in hot pursuit. My feet flew as I rounded the corner, taking off at a dead run. Grabbing me from behind, Stephen took me by the wrists and slammed my back up against the cold granite, leaning his body into mine. "What the hell is going on, Tina? Won't you please talk to me?" Unsure of his intent, I bent my hands and grabbed him by the wrists.

His eyes widened as he felt my strength. As he let go of my wrists, I forced him to his knees, black dress suit, and all. His face was a mask of pain, but he refused to give in. "If I want to leave, that is my prerogative. Instead, you make me run for my freedom. Now, apologize, or we are done." Better to have him feeling justified at saying 'no' and breaking up than to have him deal with too much pain once this woman's body is found.

Stephen looked me up and down as if he were studying me for the first time. "Who the fuck are you?" He asked, straightening up as he sat on his heels.

"Wrong answer. Time to die." I paused, then blew apart the very molecules of his existence, all at once like he never existed at all. No trace. Only a dog could catch the scent of the blood cells left in the air.

Stephen had screamed. He had felt the molecules that made up every cell in his body begin to get agitated. Moving so fast, he felt the beginning of the burning sensation throughout his body before the water of his body and blood began to disintegrate more quickly than if in a boiling temperature. The cells now freed blow apart since the water's heaviness is no longer there to help keep them contained. Leaving nothing but the echo of his scream and men's formal wear on the ground.

Do I feel sad or guilty for using the gravity pull in my chest to tear him apart? No. I feel nothing. To put it plainly, he was in my way.

I am not here in this world to play "Who is my favorite human." I'm here to study the same species I saw walk from forest cover 10,000 years ago. I studied you then, and I am back to see how you have evolved into the here and now. Humans fascinate me, but I have tolerance levels I still need to work with to walk among you, to study. I am not ready to be assimilated into society just yet.

Even more so, your world may not be ready for me.