The grieving widow: By Rhodry

Frank was about 75 years old, it was surprising that he looked about maybe 50, 55 old, and health as a horse. His mind is sharp as he much, much younger. And he was comfortable, how comfortable very comfortable. It was believe that he could live another 75 years and then some. He make himself and his friends and allies comfortable. Which the they like, plus they can enjoy life well.

But Frank never truthy found that one person, that one girl. To be truthy happy together.
Then they a few more times. Then after a month they were married. At the court house. It seem happy, and it was. But even Frank was in love, he made her signed a prenuptial agreement. That she couldn't divorced him after a few years of marriage.
Then things started to change, she bought, clothes, shoes of the more high-price shops and stores. She sometimes spent a long-weekend in places, she never did.
He thought it was just a faze, being marries, and having get things, which normal you had wait for. She just bought it because.
Frank talked about it, thou he like to see her in pretty things, this to much even for him.
Plus Frank started to feel slightly weaker. Which was strange, but after a week or two. He still felt weaker.
He when to his doctor, they couldn't find anything wrong, specially that he was health person.
Melissa his wife, decided to spent her time, nurse him back to health.
Thou he felt a little better physically. He mind was still sharp as ever.
Then a month or two month, he could hardly walk without help, which was strange at best.
Then he died barely three or four month later.
When he died there was a private service, when everyone left Melissa alone for the last time. Melissa smiled, she had a crude smile. It was like she was happy. That he died.
So old man, your finally dead. Finally her true nature was shown. She was black, black as the dress she wearing.
Then somehow, someway, his eyes opened up. And rose up. And stair, at her. His eyes were glow, and at that moment, he left his body, and entered Melissa body.
At the same moment Melissa's eye's glowed, and she left her body and enter Frank's.
Thou when he enter her body it was like slipping into a warm bath.
While Melissa enter his body was more of a shock, like suddenly entering a freeze pool of water.
It not known it is was the shock, or her dark nature. She didn't survive it. While Frank now Melissa, was sorry, they could enjoy, many, many years, he did truth lover. But it was far to late for her now. In sense it was still his fortune, err her fortune. Frank need to figure a few things out. Maybe enjoy her new life. But not now. It would be like her, to do that. But I'm not her. I'm me. But I am her. I think I'll like being her, I did love her. But she love my wealth more. Than me.