Morgan had not anticipated he ask for how long. "As long as it takes." She did not bother to elaborate what she meant. The conversation shifted topics. She claimed that no one could be her. That he seemed to agree to. But then he questioned what made her a good little shapeshifter? Was the answer not obvious? All mischief left her features for a moment and a look of seriousness that settled upon those unfamiliar features she wore. The form she chose stared at him for a long moment.

"It is simple. To live a long time, you must know what you are good at. To know yourself and your own strengths and weaknesses is how you thrive. Is it not?" Her head dipped into a deep nod and leaned in. "So... What is yours?" It was clearly not pretending to read the paper. "It is obvious that it is not being a spy. You are too obvious and big. I could spot your hulking figure from down the block. You stand out. You must stand out everywhere." He was large. Imposingly large and his presence, whether he knew it or not. He must. But he seemed to command some level of attention, of that much the vampire could tell. But he seemed far smaller sitting on that bench she could only imagine the full extent of his height when he stood. Although, she supposed that was not for her to consider now.

That conversation continued, although it was more like a back-and-forth like they batted a ball in some strange attempt of a game. "So mean." she sulked. He claimed that nothing he saw or heard was true. Now that wasn't exactly all true. She had not lied the entire time. "But you knew I wasn't who I said I was from the start. So where is the lie when the truth was so obvious? You just don't know my true form." But now he had the chance to decide what form she took. She waited patiently but studied his features as he decided. He turned pensive and drew his hand to his chin in thought as if he had to mull over who he wished her to be. She could be anyone at all. She eyed the blond vampire blankly, waiting for his response. Well? She leaned in so far she could have fallen into his lap. Only when he spoke it was not the answer the shapeshifter had expected.

Herself. No one had ever said that before."Me?" She didn't bother to hide the almost confused frown. How many people looked only to fulfil some sort of selfish whim? She had been asked to turn into them... into a celebrity or someone who had died. Was this wise to reveal herself to him? That was a chance she was willing to take.

The shapeshifter simply rose to her feet, a she stalked several steps away from him. Well, goodbye oddly proportioned male form. It was barely a moment when she suddenly began to shift with her back to him as the tell-tale prickle just beneath her skin alerting her that her powers obeyed the command to shift. It was never the most pleasant sight and yet it was better than the horrific sight of a Were shifting. That was delightfully grotesque. Would recommend.


Morgan's real electric blue gaze remained downcast as she turned before she turned and abruptly snapped upwards to meet his own. Her eyes were such a startling shade that they almost appeared inhuman in nature. Not that she was human. Her tongue ran over her familiar fangs like a familiar old friend. She always missed them when she masqueraded as a human. Her hair was completely opposite the brown it had been, but now, a soft pearlescent white that down and over her shoulders unbound. Her features doll-like in so many ways, except she was clearly not a child, her features were feminine, her eyes large and well-formed lips and body. She looked delicate, like she was designed to be in a painting and not in life. A perfect gothic doll and yet she was hardly so fragile or demure.

Her voice was no longer that of a man but feminine. There were certainly a lot fewer things to adjust as she felt her body settle into its true form. She rose to her hands to her waist to smooth out and adjust her outfit just so. An A-line dress she had chosen earlier, it was hardly too fancy and yet not quite casual either. The woman clearly taking pride in her style. It was far better than the loose-fitting jeans that the male's appearance she wore as far as she was concerned.


Morgan was the first to speak. "There. An imposter who kept their word." She bit back a giggle as if she found it funny. She remained on her feet as she drew a single step toward him, a hand extended toward him so that he could give her that sneaky little paper he had been hiding from her. One she was all to aware of. She was curious if he was dead set on telling her or if he would actually just give it to her. "Will you do the same? You are killing me and you should know that I prefer it the other way around."