Simon felt sick. “I told you. I’m a vampire.”
“You’re not my son. You’re not Simon.” She was shuddering. “What kind of living thing doesn’t have a pulse? What kind of monster are you? What have you done with my child?”
“I am Simon -” He took a step toward his mother.
She screamed. He had never heard her scream like that, and he never wanted to again. It was a horrible noise.
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