Chapter 5 Chapter Five

Ashara's POV

I had snatched a cloth from a store and changed into something that gave no hint of the horrors of the past hour. But another brand of horror sat firmly on my chest, refusing to go—the vampire.

How could I ever be mated to a vampire? It was impossible.

The thoughts plagued me as I walked down the human street. I had left much of the villages behind and moved into the more modern suburb. Not actually moved, more like wandering.

I still hadn't gotten a new body to possess so I could infiltrate a new family. The human whose body I was wearing probably had no relation in this town.

But that wasn't the only reason I needed a new body. I had a vampire and a demon exorcist after me, and the best way to avoid them was to completely change my appearance.

I bumped into a man on the sidewalk. He turned to me, bowing slightly. “I am sorry.” He muttered, and he continued.

I considered possessing him then. What better way would it be to keep the demon and vampire away and confused by possessing a male instead of a female?

Much less, one so random that he would be impossible to track. It was not just going to be fun. It could really work in my favor. I turned back for him, while at the same time, I prepared my mind for the transfer, putting all of my concentration on that single task.

I tapped him gently on the shoulder. He turned to me, and our eyes connected instantly, and I looked right into them, transferring my soul into his.

But nothing happened. I could still feel my body in the village girl’s body.

The man bowed again at me, forcing a tight grin, and he walked away.

I just stood back, watching him go. What had just happened? I was supposed to be able to transfer my souls to males, too. I had done it a couple of times in the past, so why wasn't it working now? Why?

I snatched a girl walking past me by her coat, and I pulled her closer.

“What are you doing? Who are you?” She yelled. I had no use for her questions. I looked right into her eyes, preparing to transfer my soul into her. Unlike the man, I began to feel my soul descend into hers.

I stopped and pulled out of her before I was sucked in completely.

I pushed her away, barely watching as she staggered back and fell to the stone tiles of the sidewalk.

Why had I been able to transfer to her and not the male? Why was that happening? Happening now, right after I have just been...Mated, I thought as I turned away from the girl and continued down the sidewalk again. Was it because of the bond with the vampire? So, can't I transfer my soul into his gender again because of that?

That seemed to be the only answer I could come up with, especially after it happened right after realizing the bond.

What if my options were even more limited?

An older woman approached my side of the sidewalk, and I stared straight into her eyes, trying to make a transfer happen. And just like it did with the man, my soul bounced back onto my current body.

I looked at a child on my right, being dragged along the sidewalk by her mum, her feet bouncing happily on this stone. I waited until our eyes met, and I tried to transfer too, and still, nothing happened.

No transfer of souls, nothing. It wasn't just males and grannies; the bond was limiting my choice of children, too. Damn it, this was a disaster.

I have to find a way of freeing myself of this bond as quickly as possible. The bond seemed to be forcing me to fit into the aesthetically accepted range of humans that the Vampire would sexually admire. Hell!

My thought froze in my head when I saw the lady.

I eyed the human female strolling on the sidewalk opposite me with interest. I couldn't understand why, but my mind chose her, latching onto her like a magnet. I forgot about my temporary plan to move into a male, as I realized how integral this new female could be to my overall plan. She was perfect for the role I needed her for. If I had her, I might never need to body hop again. She looked like she had the right amount of energy that could sustain me forever. I sensed an extra-human essence to her.

She was everything this current body wasn't, with features nearly similar to my real goddess's body.

Full breasts, a round ass, and curves that would make any male swoon, make them leer at her as the men who passed by her did now, whistling at her extraordinary beauty. She was just the perfect example of divine beauty in a human. Her wine-red hair matched her olive-toned skin perfectly.

She had a body built for seduction, and that was just what I needed for my plan. I needed a body beautiful enough to be able to seduce a god, because I had to seduce one, right before I kill the bastard myself.

I watched her from the other end of the street, counting my steps in sync with hers, following carefully.

Horns blared between us as cars drove down the streets. I waited for a car to pass by, and I ran into the road, moving fast after the girl as she took a turn into an alley. I almost collided with another car. The person in it peered out of the window.

“Watch where you are going, crackhead.” He snapped, leaning down on his horn. The loud honk drilled holes in my eardrums.

I glared at him, claws sharpening. My whole body quivered with the urge to charge at him, rip apart his car, while he watched and wondered what was happening with horror on his face, before I moved for his neck and ripped it away from his head.

But I looked at the humans around, many of them, some driving, some strolling down the street with their significant other. I wasn't afraid of humans, but the last thing I wanted was unnecessary attention. That was the best way to get the vampire and the demon exorcist to find me faster. The less attention I draw to myself, the better.

I resumed after the lady, while doing my best to pretend the bastard in the car wasn't yelling after me.

I eased up on my pace, trying more to walk more soundlessly and unsuspiciously, since it was only me and her in the alley.

She left the alley and went further down another street before moving into a clear field, which, from the first couple of trailers I spotted at the edge of the expansive clearing, was a trailer park.

She was walking into the pack when a couple of boys pulled up before her. They gathered before her path.

I had stayed so far behind that I couldn't hear their conversations, but by the tension in the girl's shoulders and by her retreating steps, I could tell it wasn't something nice.

At some point, one of the boys scooped her from the ground, throwing her over his shoulders, and the others followed, all of them glancing over their shoulders to make sure no one was watching them as they carried the lady to the unlit areas of the park, while she struggled against them.

I clenched my jaw in thought. Now, this complicates things for me.

The demon essence in me riled up inside of me, filling me up with so much murder I was about to burst. I wanted nothing more than to murder the boys right now.

I fought the urge, turning away. I had to mind my business. Once I killed the boys, the plan was ruined. I fought the urge to kill in me, and I turned away from the park.

Then I heard the girl’s cry for help, heard her yell out to be saved from the boys about to defile her. I tried my best tonight, the urge burning harder in me, my mind divided.

I had never butted in human affairs, yet for this one, I just couldn't help myself. Fury split me dangerously. I quivered at the force as it grew hot in my veins.

Her cry for help reached me again, and I scrunged my ears tight, my jaw clenched tight. I had to kill those bastards. I had to kill them.