Mimic. A monster that can transform into anything it eats.
That same horrifying grade S monster took the form of my mother. I thought she was acting strangely since she got home from work, but I didn't suspect anything until I heard a scream. It was my dad.
I hurriedly hid under my bed, because 10 year old me thought that was a perfect hiding place. Calling the hunter's association's help line, I waited. And waited. Until I heard soft footsteps coming towards my room.
Oh how much a mistake it was to look at the monster. Glitching in and out of my parents' forms was the mimic.
I could feel puke wanting to escape my throat. Gulp.
"Oh, my son! Where are you«?¿" It screeched, voice a mix of father's and mother's.
I tensed. It sniffed the air. 'Fuck.' Was my last thought before the monster looked under the bed and grabbed me by my hair. I struggled. Who wouldn't in this situation?
I could hardly breathe, and my calm was long gone. Its nails grew long and drew blood.
Something deep inside of me called out. That something begged me. Begged me to… Bathe in the mimic's blood.
Quickly, I was running out of air and would soon die. The voice whispered to me, saying it was time to let loose. To die and be reborn.
Like sweet poison, it tempted me. I agreed, wanting to avenge my parents whom I loved and would cherish even in death.
And just like that, right when the hunters arrived, a blood curdling scream pierced the air. Standing surrounded by the pieces of the monster's corpse, was me, Noah Bathory. A 10 year old vampire.