Occasionally, even in the realm of those that create on a scale such as is unimaginable by the likes of us, mistakes are made. This spirit was one of those. Destined to wander, unstoppable, unable to quench the thirst for blood.

Created as if by error and cast out like trash, the spirit wandered the cosmos. Across the eons, three times it found a life form that can begin to fulfill its thirst. The first two were on planets that are now unable to support life in any form. The third is Earth.

The spirit found humans. It wandered among them, unseen, unfelt, aware of their presences as much as they were unaware of its. It wove its way across the face of the planet, fining humans spread across the face of the globe. Form time to time, it would pause and examine.

It found the humans interesting. More complex than the last race of beings it had dealt with. They had been delicious, but unsatisfactory. The first ones had merely whetted the appetite. But the humans promised much, much more.

The humans, somehow, were able to block the spirits influence. Their minds were strong, if undisciplined. Generations passed before the spirit was able to position itself to influence humankind, and like the creation of the spirit itself the discovery was accidental.

The spirit wafted through the walls of the structure. The scene before it was one it had witnessed before, and found of little interest. Two humans were attempting procreation. It had witnessed the act but was unaware of the chemistry involved. It knew of death, it was curious of the makings of life.

For some reason, the spirit chose this couple to probe. It reached out across the dimensions and touched them. It found a perch within the recesses of the beings and watched the ingredients of life be mixed.

On a secondary level the spirit was aware that the act had completed on a physical sense, but the chemical reaction was yet to begin. As the spermatozoa approached the ovum an aura began and increased. The spirit was attracted by the glow. It drew closer, to not miss the actual beginnings of life.

Imagine, in the odds of life creation, that there are millions of sperms, all swimming toward the same goal. Only one succeeds. In all the occurrences of sexual joining in the human race that takes place regularly, how few actually result in the beginnings of life. How unfortunate that the spirit chose to be a witness to this beginning.

As the sperm drew closer to the egg, the spirit took notice of one in particular. Not that there was any bond between the spirit and any given sperm, this one was noticeable in that it had a higher level of sustained activity and mobility than the others. The spirit drew closer still.

As the sperm contacted, there was a slight ripple of shockwave that radiated across the surface of the egg. The aura concentrated into a bright sheen in the membrane surrounding the egg. The spirit felt drawn in closer, inside the egg. As the genes between the two cells split and joined, the egg began the first split of cells that would culminate in a human being.

The egg split and immediately the spirit found itself trapped. It could not leave. It tried to leave, but there was an invisible boundary it could not breach. The egg continued to divide.

In the time sense of the spirit, moments passed. In those moments, the egg developed. It eventually became a fetus with recognizable features, and toes and fingers. The spirit felt rage growing as it was unable to proceed on its way.

In the space of a moment, a human being was born and the spirit was forced into a time sense as based upon twenty four hours a day. The spirit felt its boundaries limited to the extremities of an infant human and screamed.

The cries of a new born baby brings tears of joy to most every human. The cries of this baby brought chills to the backbone of those who heard. The spirit thrashed at the constricting feeling of human flesh and wailed at the frailty of its situation as an infant.

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