Joyce
Joyce
A recently made vampire returns home to the embrace of their step-mom
"Hello, Mom" I say sitting casually at our kitchen table. "You're dead. I was at the funeral," she's just entered the kitchen to see her dead child and she is understandably shocked. "Strictly speaking, I'm undead. I'm a vampire," I reply smiling charmingly. Mom struggles for words, her hand clasping the table as without its support she'd collapse "That's impossible, vampires don't exist." "But yet, I was dead and now I'm not, how else do you explain it?" I grin. "I don't know," she shakes her head, obviously wondering if it's a dream. "Let me prove it" "How?" she sounds confused and disorientated. "There's a mirror in the hall, follow me, "I walk over to it, positioning myself so I am behind Mom, my hand gently holding her shoulder. She gasps as she looks at the mirror, seeing only herself, "You don't have a reflection!"
"Hello, Mom" I say sitting casually at our kitchen table. "You're dead. I was at the funeral," she's just entered the kitchen to see her dead child and she is understandably shocked. "Strictly speaking, I'm undead. I'm a vampire," I reply smiling charmingly. Mom struggles for words, her hand clasping the table as without its support she'd collapse "That's impossible, vampires don't exist." "But yet, I was dead and now I'm not, how else do you explain it?" I grin. "I don't know," she shakes her head, obviously wondering if it's a dream. "Let me prove it" "How?" she sounds confused and disorientated. "There's a mirror in the hall, follow me, "I walk over to it, positioning myself so I am behind Mom, my hand gently holding her shoulder. She gasps as she looks at the mirror, seeing only herself, "You don't have a reflection!"