Contact High

taking your energy, turning it into my power

You were exactly the kind of person I needed at the time, the kind of person I could trust with anything and I also knew that I could manipulate you.

I spoke eloquently each time we exchanged conversation.  I kept you on your toes with my vocabulary, which I needed to use a thesaurus for.

I intrigued you.

I needed you for my own benefit.

I sucked your energy.  I used you as my power source.  You were so weak, and you let me in so easily that I just took away everything from you.  It was so simple.

As I became stronger, you became physically ill.  I ate away all of your happiness.  Yet you constantly told me that you were in only a good mood- because I was with you.

You didn't notice that I was the source of your sickness.

It gave me a high.  A thrill.  A rush.  To be significantly more powerful than you, mortal, was a feeling I had only experienced in little bursts, with animals and smaller creatures.

One day, I didn't notice just how ill you were.  Took to much from you that you died right there on the spot.

You know, I'd like to say I was sorry.

But I'm not.

At least I brought you back to life as my minion now.  You're the same person you were, you still function.  Still a normal person.  No one knows you're actually dead.

God.  I always dreamed of being this powerful.

Author's Note

first draft. :3
not done.