Possession

He pulled himself up onto the jetty his black clothes were soaked from the murky Thames water. Lying there for several minutes his long grey hair dripping onto the wooden boards he contemplated this new shell he'd adopted. He realised he'd finally lost track of what his original body had looked like. It didn't matter they were just vessels to use and dispose of as his mood or requirements dictated. He'd truly mastered the battle between his will and that of his victims, he needed a new challenge and a more permanent residence. Now it had become clear there more powerful bodies to populate he knew he had to aquire one.
He stood up, stretched and began to head for the nearest tube station.....