He was sitting quietly on the late train, invisible in the loud buzz of the happy goers. As the train moved further away from London, the cloudy noise likewise diminished. There was only one girl left in his carriage as they drew near the last station. He had noticed he before – she was perfect.

He grinned as he felt his body awakening. He expanded, progressively transforming into shapeless thick dark fog, his elongated limbs gliding across the floor and over the seats, creeping up behind the girl. He embraced her in a tight hug and breathed in deeply. She shivered and his hold got stronger. His penetrating eyes staring into her dilated pupils, enjoying her nervous fidgeting. He was at his best – with each unsure breath she inhaled a little bit of the choking cold fog and he found himself running inside her veins, spreading his coldness even further.

The train pulled in to the station and she got off triple checking her surroundings like a rattled animal. She hurried down the stairs from the platform, stumbling – but he kept clinging onto her. Cold sweat covered her as she started walking down the street. The faster she walked, the more he twirled around her body, tripping her shaky legs. Her heartbeat was frantic and he enhanced each beat with a deafening echo in her ears. She turned a corner and ran towards her front door. He hovered around her as she desperately fought with the lock, slowly regaining his previous form. She wedged the door open and squeezed in, leaving him outside.

He smiled – he could still hear her frightened heartbeat. It was indeed a good night, he thought to himself as he turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

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