Terror raided the place. Gun fire everywhere and here i was, in my baby bed playing with my fingers. The noise that surrounds me didn't affect me. Bombs and sounds of a helicopter were not frightening for me.

　　My mom rushed to me as my father called out to her. "Lora take Lolita away!". A rush of adrenaline and a rush of a bullet raced for a target. My mom longed to save and take me away. The bullet rushed to feed on her blood and soul.

　　A hit on her back close to her heart stopped her. She blushed her hand full of blood on my face, still i wasn't crying . To me everything was a game. I could not understand what was happening. Dad started crying after yet persisted to fight. One shot he was gone as well.

　　Then he came. A puppy with dark eyes. He was so beautiful with his black, smooth fur. He sniffed around before he turned into a man. He was so charming like a God. His auro could be felt by everyone. It changed the climate for a bit. The mans that where shooting started killing each other.

　　His presence somehow made them kill themselves. His power was so great yet he could not save them my mom and dad. Mommy spoke with him " please...please take care of my Lolita." Those where her final words. I looked at her and still not one tear came from my eyes. A 1 year six months old with a stone heart. A girl left with a strange man. He took me in his arms.

　　He chivered in fear when our bodies make contact. I could never understand why such a powerful person would be afraid of me, a tiny human. We left to his place. He lived in a mansion in the middle of a forest.

creep right?

. We reached there and he sat me on a chair and left. I looked around at this unfamiliar place. I made a move and walked around this huge house. Soon i found myself in his room.

　　He looked at me and said no word. I sat down on the floor mat and yawned. I needed a nap, i was a baby and exhausted. As soon as i had fallen asleep he place me on his bed. He knew nothing about raising a child and worst a human child.

　　He was all alone in this huge house. A lot of people feared this part of the forest and most animals knew very well not to come to this side. He brought fear to everything and anyone he came across. People would shake at his presence. Some would not even have the carouge to look at his face but to me he was an angel.

　　A stranger who became my hero. I had no fear as a child nor had i have any care. The way i saw life was different. I was a baby living with a strange man wolf.

　　Moments after i had a nap. I was hungry, i was thirsty for my mother's milk. He heard my tummy rumbles. "Hungry Lolita?" He ask with his vicious voice. I did not reply. He made some grill meat and gave it to me. I sucked on the meat. I only had four baby teeth. I could not bite the meat for me it was useless.

　　He then called someone to bring some milk for me. The guy was so scared to even come close to the house. He saw him holding me in his arms. He placed the milk down and ran away.

　　Four days passed he was getting used to look after me although changing my nappies was the hardest for him. He sent people to buy baby things. No one wanted to be my nanny. All the women he brought where either clumsy or careless. Some would faint by being near him.

　　No one was courageous enough to work for him. He would kill most of them in front of me for their stupid mistakes. He would detroys things in anger yet he didn't frightened me. Sometimes i missed my parents so much. They were loving couple.

　　"Lolita come here. Where is this little kid. Lolita!!!" He called for me and for the first time since i got in his house. I was sad. Very sad, i was bored and missed my mom. "Lolita there you are. What wrong little one." He asked seeing me sad.

　　"Mama...mama...mama!!!" I screamed at him. " So you miss your mommy. I see. I don't have a mother but I'm doing well. You will be okay as well. Now Lolita being sad ain't right at all. Change that sad face and turn it into anger my dear. If you that nobody will ever hurt you or make feel sad." He said.

　　He meant it. Telling a a year old to have anger. Telling a child who barely understand anything not to be sad anymore. Sadness was one of my feelings that he did not have. He was a lonely God. A lonely wolf with a boring life to my veiw.