The full moon above bathed everything in a soft glow, painting the city in shades of silver. Raesa frowned as she looked down from the rooftop of a small building and saw the man below her crinkle his nose as he passed. She ducked as he looked around, most likely trying to determine the source of the odd sulfuric scent he just caught wind of.
She waited a moment longer and then peeked over the edge of the roof. He walked out of sight and the body remained undiscovered. Raesa sighed with relief, a river of tension flowed from her, leaving her feeling weak in the process. She leapt off the side of the roof and into the inky black alleyway where her victim lay. She checked it over, nudging the side of the corpse with her boot. Such a thorough job. Raesa appraised her work with a critical eye. Blank, not even a face left for identification.
A demon some called her, but the true name of her race still existed in legend; stories of fantasy. The doppelganger, a creature that sucks out the entire being, and all the attributes of its victim, right down to the fingerprints. The corpses, pure white from the loss of pigmentation, are without everything that made them unique, not even a cause of death remains. All of this seeps into the doppelganger’s being. Raesa possessed an entire arsenal of past victims, ready to call out as needed. The hardest part usually involved stealing the victim’s clothes.
She sighed and scaled down the building to the alley below. Fixing a smile on her face, she picked up the bag of trash her victim dropped only to drop it once more, put her hands to her face, and shriek with horror. Soon her husband…her victim’s husband, came around the corner and saw the body as well. He pulled her into him to shield her from the awful sight. A taste of love, now hers. Raesa wept on her husband’s shoulder and allowed him to lead her inside to phone the police. Perhaps this life would prove better than those before…
(I actually wrote this one half a decade ago or so, decided to post it as an update. Enjoy!)