Demon Host

our life. Days when you're supposed to have everything under control. But it doesn't always happen that way. You think it's goi

g about them is that you never see it comin

utting home baked cakes and my friends screaming at the top of their lungs, some giddy birthday wishes and gossiping abou

s when It

est friend Ming had to run off on some emergency family situation involving her grandmother, leaving me with Faye, now both crawled up i

eel her fingers dig deep into my flesh but I kept my lips sealed. Holding in the pain, shutting out the burn tha

uncontrollably beside mine,

g louder and louder until I felt like there

The feeling was scary in the deadliest way but yet I had no c

ure could have the footsteps of a roaring volcano and the shado

pillar of foundation on my shadow. I was week to the knees,

s close to pissing my

. That did not calm the whizzing thunder within my veins but for the first time in hours that night I let out a

he passing of the lost wind searching for a good direction to flap it's wings outside the window. Searching

ight settling down shallowly on her facial features, I could at least make out the slight and barely controlled quivering of her lips and the paleness of

few times to clear my vision. Trying not

composing her self a little more and

n't k

denly blurted " what if this is ju

swinging jungle vines that was now my brain. "This isn't the time for assumptions...

d on her feet, making her way to the exit of the room and

. I have to s

de with me under the covers of a wooden table. I needed her to be the scared young lady that clung on to my

f my lips she had already disappeared behind the other side of heavily polishe

jumped and followed behind my best friend try to

on the ground with fresh blood dripping from her head fo

bbing her hands in mine and the other inspecting the g

at there raining down hot liquid fr

st behind me and i was certain that whatever it was, w

of pure horror on my face. But that's just inevitable. It was like I was not in control of what i was doing anymore. Very slow

elp identify my predator, but still i was able to grasp a good look at it. Maybe it w

skin as black as darkness itself, claws that dig effortlessly onto

throat as I found myself un

hole of nothingness and a raging fire. Was the spread of bone wings, torn at the end, like the world had rejec