I gaze at her, the sleeping child. I look, not without caring. You won't know what I mean.

I don't care.

I think of my friend, Emrick. He's the one who persuaded me.

Blood brothers. For life.

But his blood was... black.

As I think of him, and looking at the child, the new feeling washes over me.

Hunger. Not normal, but for something else.

I lick my lips.

And feel fangs.

I lean in to the great vein of the girls neck.

Back out.

Drip... drip... drip... drip...

I just read a book about demons sucking people's souls out to feed every night. That was not the best start to the night.

In bed, tossing and turning. It's almost midnight. Almost my birthday.

For some reason, even that thought can't lift the chill settling down on me, crushing me. They're coming for me.

Nightmares.

The creaking starts. The demons are here.

They introduce dark thoughts into my mind. They come for me.

The demon lioness eyes me up, gazing upon her next meal. Calm, leisurely, even as her life blood leaks onto the soil. From the wound I gave her, and will now die for.

Because I'm sick of running to and from the world's disasters. I'm not all powerful. Not really. And now the opportunity presents itself, I can see it's the only solution.

And so, I lie down and wait for her to finish me.

On Monday 27th June 2016, one being finally gave up this world and died. That being was the greatest to ever live.

God is love. Love is God.

If death came knocking at your door, what would you do? Scream? Run? Welcome him, with his scythe and hood?

How would it feel, to be dead? What do you think? Would you go to a heaven or hell, or whatever you believe in? Would you forever wander the earth as a ghost? Or would there be nothing? Would you cease to exist at all?

Would you be reincarnated, or wander the world without another life? Maybe you will live another life as yourself. Maybe.

Or maybe, past death, there's nothing.

Has it ever occurred to you,

What the meaning of life is?

Is it dew in a morning shadow,

Horses grazing in a meadow?

Little children in a sandpit,

Sun shining all around it?

Or is it more shady and dark,

deep, apocalyptic?

Death coming with his scythe,

Terrorists deciding we aren't right?

Something thrown at actors bowing,

People dying without knowing?

Or simply neutral,

We can do without, but doesn't harm by being.

Carpet scuffing on the floor,

People knocking at the door.

Chairs with wheels, chairs without,

Someone's cartridge running out.

None of these,

all of these?

Some of these,

most of these?

Or is the meaning of life out of reach>

Am I dreaming?

I could be, because right at this moment, the moon is about to crash into the earth. And a snake has legs. A ruler is speaking Chinese.

Then again, I can smell, hear, see, taste and feel everything. And even I have never had such a high quality dream.

And my seventh sense is telling me I'm about to die.

Have you heard of demiwolves?

A demiwolf is half wolf, half human.

They're formed when a wolf's blood is spilled into a human's. The human then undergoes... changes. Changes you don't want to know about. All I will say is that you have powers. Powers that will forever change your life if you choose this.

Being a demiwolf is a blessing or a curse, depending on many different things.

It will be passed down to your descendant's, so consider this carefully if you're considering doing this. Do you really want this to be handed down you your cubs? They have no say in the matter.

I know a demiwolf. Their name is Blue Moon, also known as Moonwolf.

for hours days always walking,

over hills through the rain,

any dark and stormy night,

because it means the world to,

to go on that freedom walk.

the rights of life,

justice of the humans,

we our prepared,

and we walk after our bones break.

and always following in the steps of Mandela

and we will walk today.