You only turn eighteen one time son .
My mother said today.
Kiss and a hug.
Happy birthday!

We are warriors.
Vampires.
Ruthless "Power Feeders"
Predators with no peers.
Hunting the strong and weak.
Fullfilling our destinies and their worst nightmares.

A month on the road.
Constanly in and out of Ghost mode.
Constantly on the edge.
Our spaceship, locked on a smaller vessel.
Eagle on a ledge.

We boarded her at dawn.
Ma in the lead, me in the pack.
The excited fawn.
They were odd looking.
Dressed in odd colors.
Blue, red and green.
Humans she called them.
Weirdest things I had ever seen.
Smiled and welcomed us.
They had no clue.
Cluster twelve.
Ayndria never blinked.
Kill the crew.

The rest of it is blurred, sorta like a bad dream.
Punctuated by chaos and the occassional scream.
Feeding with impunity.
Killing without mercy.
Riding a wave of "power" from your head to your toes.
Cringing as it socks you in the gut.
With a force and a thrill, God only knows.

Standing on the bridge,
choking on an adrenaline high.
Heart thumping so fast, swore I'd die.
Birthday celebration.
CoG on the warpath.
My sisters, they got gifts.
Heir apparent!
I got a bloodbath.


Life is good...