Supergirl’s Home - The next day

Kara woke with a start.

“No!” she cried.

She looked around. Kara was in her bedroom. How had she gotten here? What about that woman? Was it all a dream? Yes, she’d visited the Kents the day before and they had been fine. Wow. Scary dream thought Kara. Scary, sexy dream.

She shook her head. Where had that thought come from? The thought of Powergirl dressed in barely anything, wicked to the core. Sexy? And that other woman, so powerful, so dominant. Kara shook her head again. Never mind that now, time to get dressed.

She pulled open her closet and looked at all the dreary clothes inside. How boring. Why did she have such boring clothes? 

“I must be able to cobble together something fun,” she said to herself.

Half an hour later she was done. She looked at herself in the mirror.

“Oh you are a bad girl today aren’t you Kara,” she said, twirling a black painted fingernail through a tress of newly curled hair. As she moved her hair she failed to notice the tiny latex tine just inside her ear. Exposed to the light it wriggled in deeper, and out of sight. “Very bad indeed.”

As soon as she stepped out her door Kara was sure she couldn’t be bothered patrolling today. The world could look after itself, she deserved to have some fun. Soon she found herself outside Club Midnight. She walked past the queue and winked at the bouncer sexily as he lifted the rope for her. The music was loud, the drinks were expensive but Kara didn’t care. It wasn’t like she’d have to buy them. 

After an hour or so Kara had tired of fending off drunken passes and swatting away groping hands fondling her leather clad butt. She wasn’t in the mood for a random hook-up tonight, she wanted something else. 

“Hey there,” said a voice from behind her. Kara turned and gasped. Stood in front of her was a stunning woman. Her skin was pale and she was mostly covered in a pitch black cloak. What shocked Kara the most was her eyes. They were completely white. Normally Kara would have been suspicious but there was something familiar about the woman, something reassuring. Kara’s instinct was to trust her, to obey her.

“You’re Kara aren’t you? Supergirl?”

“I am,” said Supergirl, lost in the woman’s gaze.

“You’re dressed like quite the bad girl. Are you a bad girl Kara?”

“If you want me to be,” said Kara. In the back of her mind something was telling her this was wrong but it was being drowned out how horny this woman was making her. Kara had to have her.

“That sounds wonderful. Call me Whyte.”

“Whyte, beautiful name, and now I know what to scream later,” purred Kara.

“Why later? Let’s get out of here,” said the creature that had once been Powergirl. She reached over and stroked Kara’s hair, brushing it behind her ear. Unseen by Supergirl, a small wriggling latex thing leapt off the woman’s hand and wormed its way into her ear. The instant it was in Kara felt another wave of lust come over her. She wrapped her arm round Whyte and took off at superspeed. Moments later they were in her apartment.

“Wait there,” whispered Kara and shot off at superspeed again. Seconds later she reappeared, barely dressed in a black negligee. 

“My my. You look good enough to eat?” said Whyte.

“Who? Me?” said Kara, leaping on Whyte and pulling off her cloak to reveal the latex strapping underneath..

But instead of tearing her clothes off, which was what Kara wanted more than anything in the world at that moment, Whyte pushed her away and stood.

“She’s ready for you Mistress,” she said, looking past Kara at a figure in the doorway.

“Well done Powergirl,” said the figure, stepping into the light. Diana had made the barest attempt at hiding her transformation. A hat covered her new costume’s horns and a shawl was draped around her arms.

Supergirl gasped. It was the woman from her dream. She twisted and looked at Powergirl, memories of her ‘dream’ came flooding back.. 

“Karen? Is that you? Did you kill all those people?”

“It is me my friend, and yes, I killed them, I bathed in their blood. Think back to your memories. How do they make you feel?”

A wicked smile came over Kara’s face as the tiny object in her ear finished its job. The heroine once called Supergirl was no more.

“I feel… I feel good.” 

“Good Kara. There’s a darkness inside you now. Let it consume you, let it remake you,” said Diana.

Kara tore the clothes of her back and let out an inhuman scream as the last remnants of her soul were consumed. She shot into the air, punching a hole in the roof of her apartment. She flew through the air, filling it with her piercing cry. Passers-by looked up but all they could see was a pale pink blur streaming past.

Eventually she found herself drawn to a volcanic island. The landscape resembled hell as the ash and lava flew through the air. It didn’t affect her. Her Kryptonian physique meant the hot chunks of lava simply bounced off her.

As she sat, watching the destruction of this once beautiful island, Kara realised Diana was right. She was different now. She felt no compassion. All she desired was to destroy and control.

Kara stretched her hands out in front of her and noticed the nails on her left hand whad turned a strange silvery colour. Points had formed at the end. She shook her hand but the strange transformation only continued faster. Her fingers stretched, the nails forming into devilish claws. Suddenly Kara felt a pain in her back. She moaned in perverse pleasure as the pain wracked her body. The smooth flesh of her back split and a pair of red wings burst through. Kara ran the feathers of her new appendages across her skin. They felt wonderful, every sensation was enhanced as the diamond sharp feathers touched her smooth flesh.

Kara lifted her new claw to her lips and stretched out her tongue. She ran the sharp talon over it, drawing blood, revelling in the pain and the sharp taste. She knew exactly why Powergirl had done what she had done, why she had killed all those people. She felt the same urges now. All she wanted to do was dominate, to kill, to rule.

Powergirl had given herself a new name, why shouldn’t she? Powergirl was Whyte, but Kara felt anything but bright. She felt dark. Darkheart. That was who she was now.