My Mother’s Son

“I will turn you.”

“I’ll never be like you!” With that, he pulled the trigger. The hole in her head bled for only a moment before closing up.

“I told you I can’t die a natural death, Ian, ” she looked up at him as her eyes turned a cobalt blue.

“How do I kill you?” He asked frustratingly. Seeing her tied to the chair made him wonder if she was truly helpless.

“I am not, ” and in an instant she broke loose her binds and was immediately in front of him. With her hand around his neck and him pinned firmly against the basement wall she whispered, “You will become one of us.”

“Mother, please just kill me.”

“Never my son, ” and she sunk her fangs into his flesh.

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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1 Response to My Mother’s Son

  1. Indeed, I suspected right –
    Why your posts, so bright.
    I asked Google, “Confirm.”
    Popped, fourteen to affirm.
    An author of books, you are !

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