~~~Birth~~~
I feel no pain, yet I know the time has come for jola (birthing). I have made my nÕtal, or ÒnestÓ (so to speak), in one of the rooms in this dilapidated mansion where my Love makes his home. I snuggle into the corner piled with blankets and await the painÉ
Yet, strangely, the pain never comes! But the jola proceeds anyways. It must not involve pain! That is quite odd.
The first kitt born looks to be of my raceÑbut more human looking. The second, and last, looks very humanÑprobably as pure as it can get. I feel their hungerÑbut not for milk. TheyÕre hungry for bloodÑthe ÒmilkÓ of my parental race. I must huntÉ but not for me.
* * *
With their hunger sated, I tend to my own needs. I am very tiredÉ I need sleep.
* * *
I wake upÑit is night, and seems to be anywhere from a couple days to a week or two.
I feel only one living entity in the roomÑwhat happened to him? I open my eyesÑI see the two babiesÑone is larger than the other. It is the gamma (female). The human-looking one. The one with more of my parental DNA (the alien DNA) did not survive.
I do not weep, why would I? It had a chance, it failed. It is the way of life, the Law of Nature. Only the strong survive.
* * *
She is already the size of an eleven-year-old child. And she is only eight, so is not done growing. Her father, her grandmother (well, mine, tooÉ) would be proud. Hell, IÕm proud! I think she can hunt on her own nowÑthough I donÕt know that she needs to or will need to when fully grown.
* * *
SheÕs eleven now, and almost full grown. She is taller than me even, but just a little shorter than my Love. And she is strongÑvery much so. Oh, yes, grandmother would definitely be proud.