Submitted by Not_The_Eternal_Dude t3_y953s4 in nosleep

“Oh, you’re Elizabeth’s boy.”

When you grow up in a small town, that’s how people relate to you. You’re always someone else’s something. Richie’s cousin. Dana’s sister. Mike’s brother. Everyone just expects that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. “Of course Billy is good at football, his beefy dad is the town sheriff after all. He’ll probably join the force as soon as he’s old enough.” That was the way the people in my small town understood the world. Unfortunately for me, I was Elizabeth’s boy.

Everyone in town knew my mother. Not because she was a politician, or on the PTA, or anything like that. No, my mother was known for her eccentricities. Most people grew out of their goth stage sometime in high school. Not mom. Her clothes looked like museum pieces. She favored Victorian dresses, the more lace and frills the better. Her favorite color was black, so of course her clothes had to be black. Even her jewelry was black. Black pendants, black beads, black bracelets. To go along with her strange aesthetic, she wore sunglasses with thick lenses. They looked like something a cosplayer would wear for their steampunk outfit, not something an actual person would wear out in public. When she did go out, I guess to complete the look, she carried a parasol with her, black of course and with more than enough lace to match her dress.

People were shocked when I turned out to be normal. I think sometimes that creeped them out a little bit more than if I would have been a straight-up weirdo. “Elizabeth’s boy? Oh yeah, I saw him back behind the Pizza Hut kicking a puppy.” For some reason, that sounded a lot more reassuring than David, the nerdy boy who plays saxophone and wants to be head of the debate team.

When I was younger, I resented living in my mother’s shadow. I hated the people of our town for the way they judged us. As I grew older, I started to understand it, and that resentment started to shift. I could never understand why my mom wanted to stick out. I just wanted to fit in, to be normal, to somehow survive high school, which isn’t easy when your mom is the town weirdo. I was picked on, a lot.

“Mom, can’t you just… Wear a t-shirt or something?” I asked one day, as we were getting ready to go out. She was putting on her makeup, thick red lipstick and white powder. She always managed to put it on without looking in a mirror, even eyeliner. It was never smudged either.

“What would be the fun in that?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Wouldn’t it just be nice to be normal?” She looked at me with a grin.

“Normal? Do you know what another word for normal is? Ordinary. I don’t want to be ordinary. I want to be extraordinary. Wouldn’t you rather be extraordinary too?” If it meant that I was the town pariah, no. No I wouldn’t. I’d much, much rather be boring, common, or just plain ordinary. I never said it out loud, though. Instead I’d just smile.

“Sure, mom.” She’d smile back and run her fingers through my hair.

“You’re a good boy, David.”

I didn’t understand why she couldn’t be more like dad. My dad was, based on what little information my mom would give me, a pretty normal guy. He died when I was just a baby. A drunk driver crashed into us head on. Somehow mom and I escaped unscathed. Dad died before the paramedics even got there. Mom didn’t like to talk about him, she said it hurt too much.

When she did talk about him, she’d call him “my big goofball.” The pictures she kept all around the house seemed to reflect this. He’d been a history teacher, a nice, normal career, downright boring even! That earned him points in my book. He’d also loved photography, which I guess accounted for all the photos. In every picture, he was doing some dumb pose, flashing a peace sign, sticking his tongue out, or pretending to lean on something that wasn’t there. “A big goofball” just like mom said. I always thought we would’ve gotten along.

Dad’s pictures were in stark contrast to the other decor mom chose for our house. Our furniture could best be described as pieces that looked like they’d come from a medieval garage sale. Thick, black curtains blotted out any sunlight from our windows. Where dad’s pictures weren’t covering the walls, tapestries hung like invitations to some great lord’s dining room. I figured dad’s love of history must have been what convinced him to go along with mom interior decorating. To me, it was incredibly embarrassing. At least, it would have been embarrassing if I had friends and if those hypothetical friends’ parents had ever let them come over to play with “Elizabeth’s boy.”

My mom’s past was even more of a mystery than my dad’s. She spoke with a strange, English-sounding accent. When I was younger, I thought for sure she was putting it on.

“Mom, where are you from?” I asked one day, working on a school project.

“Oh, England. I’m from England.”

“Where in England?”

“The countryside. North of London.”

“Could we go visit someday?”

“Maybe.”

“What about my grandma and grandpa? Do they live in England?”

“They did. They died a long time ago.” I doubted whether or not what she told me was true.

Yet another mystery was mom’s job. Growing up, I never knew exactly what she did for work. Other kids’ parents went to the office, factory, or store after they dropped them off at school, but not mom. From time to time she’d leave around dusk, dressed up in some elaborate outfit, makeup done flawlessly. She’d kiss me on the head and tell me she’d see me tomorrow, to be a good boy and make sure I caught the school bus on time. Looking back, I can see how naive I was.

In high school, I started staying up later. She’d come home around one or two in the morning with some guy, usually drunk. They’d try to be quiet, but it’s hard to be quiet when you’re drunk. They’d bump into things in the hallway or whisper just a little too loudly. I wondered how I’d managed to sleep through it all when I was a little. Maybe I hadn’t. Maybe I’d woken up before, but my innocent mind had explained it away somehow. Or, I’d buried it. Buried it deep in my memories, never to be revisited, never wanting to think of my mother that way.

Eventually, it became undeniable, and I started to understand that there were other reasons the people around town stared at us. Sometimes I would hear groans or loud bangs coming from down the hall as mom absconded to her room with whoever she’d brought home that night. Whoever she brought home, they were always gone by morning. I appreciated that I never had to find some sleazy guy from a dive bar eating cereal in our kitchen in the morning. At first it bothered me. But over time, it just became routine. That’s how mom paid the bills. It’s how she kept us comfortable. Everything else about her was already odd enough, what was one more oddity?

It’s funny though, how one night can re-contextualize everything.

I was up late studying for a chemistry test. Science was never my forte, and I was worried. The small town I’d grown up in had come to dislike me about as much as I disliked it. I couldn’t wait to go off somewhere to college. I wanted, no I needed, a scholarship. I’d take one at any school, any chance to get out. Mom came home around 3AM with some guy.

“Nice place you got here,” he said in a gravelly voice said, not even trying to whisper. He sounded older. I’d been able to smell the alcohol and cigarettes the moment he stepped in the front door.

“Right this way,” mom said, her voice hushed and soft. Dammit, why tonight?

I put my headphones on and cranked the volume up to max. I didn’t want to hear whatever was about to happen. I was looking over the definition of covalent bonds when I heard the shout. I was like a deer in headlights, I took my headphones off and froze.

“You bitch!” There was a scuffle. They were fighting. Heavy footsteps fell down the hallway. I raced to the door and tore it open.

Mom stood in the hallway panting and covered in blood.

“What the fuck?” I couldn’t stop myself. I was too shocked. My mom’s head snapped toward me, like someone waking up after a bad dream.

“David! Go back to your room. I’ll- I’ll take care of this.”

“Take care of it? What’s going on mom?” I was scared now, ready to go in my room and call the cops.

“No, no. It’s okay. This- It’s not my blood. It’s his. We just- We had a disagreement. But I’m going to go find him, and everything is going to be okay!” With that, mom darted out the door and into the night.

Sleep would have been a relief, but it didn’t come. How could I sleep after what I’d seen. I still thought about calling the police. But she said it wasn’t her blood. What had she been trying to do? If I called the police, would they lock mom up? Did mom need to be locked up. Needless to say, the next morning, chemistry was the last thing on my mind. I did terrible on the test. When I got home, mom was waiting for me on the couch in the living room. She didn’t look like she was hurt, or even particularly bothered by what had happened. Something felt off. It felt wrong to be back in my own home. A tiny little voice in the back of my head, maybe that reptilian part that senses danger, was telling me to get out.

“Mom, what happened last night?”

“I can explain, David. I can explain everything. Sit down, I want to tell you a story.” I was definitely not in the mood for stories. But, coming from my mom, that had some weight to it. So, I took a seat next to her on the couch.

“A long time ago, in England, there lived a girl. This girl had a big heart and a free spirit. She longed to experience the world and all it had to offer. She just knew she would travel and see exotic places. But, above all, she knew that she would fall in love.

“One night, at a party in London, she thought she’d fallen in love. She met a stranger. He was courteous and proper, but just under the surface, there was something mysterious waiting to be discovered. This stranger avoided questions about his past. Because he was so handsome, and so clever, the young girl was enamored with him. She wanted to know more. Eventually, they found themselves alone in a garden. Suddenly, before the girl even realized what was happening, she was sharing a kiss with the handsome stranger.

“But, that’s not all they shared that evening. The young girl swooned, and didn’t notice when the man made a move for her neck. She realized all too late that the stranger’s past wasn’t just mysterious, but malevolent. The girl wasn’t content to just be his prey, though. No, she fought back. She kicked, and clawed, and in the end, she even bit. She bit him back, bit him so hard that she broke skin. And then, the world went black.

“She woke up back in her father’s manor. Her father was a noble, a viscount. Even though she was dying, he brought her back home. Authorities were still searching for the mysterious stranger. When she awoke, the young girl was so hungry. The old doctor who’d been summoned by her father was looking down at her so stupidly, completely unable to stop what was happening to her, the poison that had entered her body, and the changes that were taking place. It was so easy to crack him open like an egg. Her father’s servants found her lapping his blood off the floor.

“The viscount wasn’t a superstitious man. Instead, he sought ways to treat his daughters ‘illness’ and helped her stave off the cravings. He tried blood from cows, sheep, and pigs. While they might work to fight off the hunger for a bit, nothing did the trick quite like the blood of men. From time to time, the viscount had condemned prisoners brought in. They managed to placate the girl’s appetite.

“In the end, the viscount wasn’t able to save his daughter, and neither was she able to save him. He died of disease a few years later. On his death bed, the young girl begged him to just take a drop of her blood, but he refused. Noble until the end.

“And so, the girl was left alone. She still had dreams to travel, and so she did. She hitched rides in ships. She not only survived. She thrived. She saw the world, and she fed. Even though sh was lonely, she wasn’t hungry anymore.

“She had learned from the handsome stranger. Men could be arrogant, that was their mortal weakness. It was also in their nature to look at a young girl as defenseless. As prey. Yet, it was them being preyed upon. The young girl would charm men, bring them back to her room. Then, when the time was right, she would feed. So it was, so it was for nearly a hundred years. Until, one day, the girl met someone, a tourist. A history teacher with a love of photography. He was from some small, no-name town in America. But, he was funny. He loved history, and she had seen so much of it. She was happy to finally have someone to share her stories with.

“Then, one day, he took a picture of her. To his shock, the picture turned up empty. The young girl, so tired of being alone, shared everything with him. She told him the whole story. To her surprise, he wasn’t afraid, but intrigued. He had so many questions for her. He took her ‘condition’ in stride. He thought it was hilarious to take pictures of the two of them together, knowing she’d never show up once they were developed. Their bond grew deeper. The not so young anymore girl fell in love, for real this time. The American invited her to come home with him, to marry him, and come live with him in the tiny town where he taught history. She agreed.

“A few years later, the girl discovered something she thought was impossible. She was pregnant. Worry consumed her. What would happen to this baby? Would it be like her? Or would it be human? Gray hairs were beginning to sprout on her husband’s head. One day, just like the viscount, he would die, and she would be alone again. But maybe, just maybe, this child would be like her.

“The baby was born. A healthy baby boy. A human baby boy. When the girl held that baby in her arms, she knew she had to protect him. The world was a cruel place, she’d seen it. She suggested to her husband that they leave. They embrace their lives as creatures of the night. She could do it, she could turn them. All it would take was a drop of blood. But, her husband refused. He told her that he wanted his son to have a choice. He wanted him to have the chance at a normal life.

“Normal. Your father was normal to a fault. So terminally human that even as he was laying there, bleeding out, he refused to take her blood. He refused to accept her gift. I loved him. I could have forced him, but I loved him. The last thing I wanted was for him to hate me. So, when he begged me, with his dying breath, to let you have a choice, I agreed. He begged me to wait until you were old enough. I’ve always hated him for that, but I loved him more. I loved him, and I promised. But after last night, you deserve to know. That’s my story. And now, the choice is yours.”

I sat on the couch for a long time. I honestly didn’t know what to say. “My mom is a prostitute” is a hell of a lot easier to cope with than “my mom is a vampire.” And my dad, whoever I’d built him up to be, he had been okay with all of it. But even then, he hadn’t wanted to join her. He hadn’t wanted me to join her.

“I can’t-” I finally said, “I’m sorry mom, but I can’t.”

“David, just think about-”

“Honestly, I can barely do that. Vampire? You’re a vampire? I thought some guy was trying to murder you last night. I had to take a chemistry test this morning with absolutely no sleep. Now, you expect me to just, what? Become a vampire?”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” I thought of her standing in the hallway, covered in blood. I thought of all the men she’d brought home over the years. All those dead men. The little voice in the back of my mind had grown to a shout, and it was shouting at me, “Leave! Leave now!” But, she was still my mom.

“It’s exactly as bad as it sounds. From what I saw last night, it definitely is. Did you kill him? That guy last night?” She got quiet at this. We sat for awhile, the only sound between us the ticking of an old grandfather clock.

“I did-”

“Mom! You killed him!?”

“David, that man was a monster. So many men are monsters. I have never killed someone who didn’t deserve to die. They always come willingly, more than happy to take advantage of a helpless girl, or a lonely woman, or a single mother! They’re all monsters, every single one. I did what I had to do to survive.”

“You’re the monster,” I said quietly.

“David, how could you-”

“You’re the monster!” I shouted. I stormed into my room, grabbing all the money I had saved and a few changes of clothes. I shoved them into a backpack and marched toward the front door.

“David, David please,” Mom continued to plead. She begged, but she never tried to stop me. She’d still promised my dad. It was still my choice. I stomped out the front door, down the stairs from the porch, and I didn’t look back.

The only motel in town was a little dive just off the highway. It was run by an old lady named Myrna. When I walked in, she was smoking and watching Matlock. Her bloodshot eyes gave me a look that said, “Of course, Elizabeth’s boy.”

“How long will you be stayin’, hon?”

“I- I don’t know. I just need a room.”

“You in any trouble?” She said, knowingly.

“No. No, I just need a quiet place to study.”

“Alright then,” She slid a key across the counter. A few minutes later I was laying in a dingy room that smelled like weed and body odor. I could only imagine the things that had taken place in this room. But at least, as far as I knew, multiple people hadn’t died there. I laid in bed the rest of the day, crying. I half expected the door to burst open, my mother standing there, come to take me home. I imagined her covered in blood. It’s hard for me, even now, to imagine her any other way. Finally, I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, a note had been slid under my door.

“David, you may think I’m a monster, but I believe one day you’ll understand. Everything I did, I did to survive. All I’ve ever wanted is for you to survive. I can’t lose you. Someday, I know you’ll make the right decision. Until that day comes, I’ll be waiting. I’ve told Myrna that I’ll pay for your room. You can stay at the motel as long as you want. Please sweetie, please make the right choice.

I love you,

Mom.”

I finished high school in that motel. At graduation, mom was there. She didn’t say anything to me, and I didn’t invite her, but I saw her in the bleachers when I got my diploma. She was easy to spot. I got my scholarship and went to college to study Literature. I’ve moved on and am getting my master’s now. Sometimes, I still get letters. They just give me little updates. She tells me she’s still waiting.

All my life, I just wanted to be normal. I will never choose to become a monster. I wonder how long she’ll wait. What if she decides I’m making the wrong choice?

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grigoriprime t1_it4esr2 wrote

I mean… honestly… your mom seems pretty damn cool on a lot of levels. Based on how much she loved your father and yourself and how she respected your choices even after you freaked out (justifiably) over her situation. I’d be inclined to believe that she does actually only prey on the true (human) monsters among us.

You might want to find out more about what it would actually mean to accept the gift before you refuse it, though you’ve got time to think about it.

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Not_The_Eternal_Dude OP t1_it4s944 wrote

A lot of these comments really have me considering reaching out to her. Maybe just responding to one of her letters.

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LizzieHatfield t1_it52v5y wrote

Definitely should hear all she has to say. She accepted your father’s choice I’m sure she accept you as you are. She obviously loves you very much and has remained a silent presence throughout all your milestones.

Hear her out dude.

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Not_The_Eternal_Dude OP t1_it56o4r wrote

A lot of comments have been suggesting this. I think I will at least write her a letter or something.

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cowl555 t1_it5unu8 wrote

Yeah update Us when you think of something okay

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Lifedeath999 t1_it6fxps wrote

Yeah, honestly OP is kind of a jerk. I can understand not wanting to be a vampire, even someone like me with something of an obsession with vampire stories can understand that, but I really can’t imagine abandoning my mother over it.

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Hour_Task_1834 t1_it479pf wrote

Dude, even after all else, she’s still your mother. You don’t have to become a vampire but at least don’t abandon your own mother. She said everyone she kills is a bad person anyways! At least hear her out, man…

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Not_The_Eternal_Dude OP t1_it49720 wrote

I’ve thought about it. She is still my mom, and I do still love her. She raised me all by herself. But standing there in the hallway that night, seeing her covered in blood… that image has haunted me for years. I know that ultimately she wants me to become that. And that terrifies me. Maybe some day I’ll have the courage to talk to her again. But not yet…

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blazes_0710 t1_it5phpd wrote

Honestly, the fact that she's his mother isn't an argument. The fact that someone is blood related will never be an argument.

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Hour_Task_1834 t1_it5x1o2 wrote

It’s not just the blood related part, she raised him and cared about him and loved him.

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blazes_0710 t1_it9fdgo wrote

And so...? At the end, he doesn't owe her...? Well, I mean it would be really unfair to hate her for no reason - It's not the fault of his mom he lived under her shadow -, but he's hanging from a thread that she can easily break at any moment.

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LurkethInTheMurketh t1_itgdw3z wrote

This. That argument is a toxic weapon used against people with abusive parents. It needs to stop being used as justification for anything.

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[deleted] t1_it4eshz wrote

Honestly, your mom sounds resilient and like she loves you unconditionally, which makes me think she isn't evil or a monster. Would you ever consider restarting your relationship even if you stay human? Consider this too: she's an apex predator, not a serial killer. She has to feed to live. To her, those men are just walking cheeseburgers. You wouldn't cut off a human mom for eating a cheeseburger, would you?

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Not_The_Eternal_Dude OP t1_it4fxwd wrote

If she was okay with me staying human? Maybe. It would take some work, but I think we could work things out. But I get the feeling, especially from the notes promising me that one day I’ll change my mind, that ultimately it’s not my choice.

The terminology you used, apex predator, that scares me. Because you’re absolutely right, she is an apex predator.

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FacelessArtifact t1_it4moqe wrote

She wants you to realize she only”culls” the bad people. That is quite important. She hopes, as you mature, you might realize if she must exist this way, then she has a code to live by. Not wanton murder. She could also mean you might change your mind if you get sick. (I bet you won’t do it for that tho.)

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Wishiwashome t1_it5vjnj wrote

OP, your mom didn’t have a choice.She was the victim when she was turned. I can tell you as the last remaining family member of a large extended family, I selfishly wouldn’t have given a choice. Please understand how incredibly lonely it is for your mom not to have “remember when” moments with anyone. Now as a lover of history, I can’t think of many things more interesting than being in ancient civilizations, traveling and all that jazz. It wouldn’t matter what you liked, you could enjoy it. Confession? I think the fact you could cull some creeps would be great. Again, this may be an age thing or just where I am stuck living, and yes, I probably have lost some humanity watching this, but get rid of some molesters? Rapists? Human traffickers? People who want to cause bodily harm to those who are different? Your mom, IMHO, is a hero. I may get people mad at me for saying that, and you may think I am horrible. I, personally am sick of bullies. Just a thought, did you ever wonder how many people your mother has saved by ridding the world of human predators? She is just finding food that is soiled humans. Your mother may not be human physically, but it sounds as if her “victims” lost their humanity long ago.

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BowBisexual t1_it4vue5 wrote

Look, I'm not going to make any suggestions about how to move forward in your relationship with your mom; that's entirely up to you, and I get it. I mean, neither of my parents are vampires, but they've still some shitty stuff that has affected me (and my siblings) negatively, despite loving us and wanting what's best for us. Only you can decide if you still want her in your life; only you know how everything affected you.

All that being said, have you ever looked into any of the men your mom killed? I know I would be curious, and maybe knowing whether or not her victims were actually terrible people would change something, even just a little. Isn't it better to have all the facts?

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Not_The_Eternal_Dude OP t1_it56k49 wrote

That’s a fair point. No parent is perfect. A lot of these comments have convinced me. I think I may try to reach out in some way.

Looking into the men might be a good place to start. I never actually saw any of them. Even that night, the guy was out the door before I came out of my room. But, maybe if I look into missing people around my hometown I can learn something.

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Bubbly-Kitty-2425 t1_it502ui wrote

Your mom sounds awesome! Do you know how many bad people out there that never get in trouble! People hurting children and other innocent people, your moms doing the lords work…

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cinnaminspyder66 t1_it6p9rg wrote

Travel, intrigue,you never age, do what you want, AND your meals can be compromised of all the hateful, evil, monsters of the world!!! Serial killers, pedophiles, rapists, dictators, baby killers…..you’d be ridding the world of truly bad people…. Man oh man… sign me up! PLUS it seems she’s a daywalker!! So, she shows no reflection…. What other weaknesses does she have? If you don’t mind the question??

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Suspicious_Impress15 t1_it4lu7p wrote

i doubt you’ll ever be head of the debate team if you retreat as soon as you hear the other side of an argument

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Alexandra169 t1_it6kyb4 wrote

Your mom sounds fucking amazing. Hook me up with her contact info or something, dude. She is absolutely goals for me, from decor to fashion choice to vampire--all of its great, and id switch places with you in a heartbeat

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beagoodboy_oldman t1_it7zbrb wrote

same, my birth mother is an abusive pos, id love to have op’s mom, & i think i’d change in a heartbeat. she seriously sounds like the coolest, nicest mom in the world.

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Your_Crazy_Friend t1_it72twk wrote

She loved your Father enough to honor his last wishes. I'm sure she'll not force you to be like her, she is just afraid to be alone in this cruel world and that she loves you and want's you to be protected all the time.
I'm not justifying her actions but she didn't have any other choice to survive either, she didn't choose it, she had to do it. I know its hard to accept it but if you see from her perspective then she isn't the villain. I'm guessing she already feels guilty about having to survive this way.
Try reaching out to her, maybe don't agree with turning but atleast let her be in your life while she can.

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blazes_0710 t1_it5ppx9 wrote

Ok, your mom seems rather cool from a perspective. Obviously rather creepy. I don't think you should be mad at her for her nature, it's just that way as vampire. And she did not hurt you or abused you at all.

You're allowed to have resentment if she does "something"- like turning you into a vampire - without your consent tho.

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KnifeWeildingLesbian t1_it5ydhx wrote

Your mom is based as fuck

Why would you estrange yourself from someone who loves you so much and is willing to protect you? You sound like a horribly ungrateful son and you should be ashamed.

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Addfwyn t1_it6hqtd wrote

She has shown immense patience to you, granted she is immortal, I don't think you need to worry about her changing her mind. If she was willing to honour the wishes of the man she loved as he lay dying, I think you will be fine.

That said, even if you choose not to take the embrace, you should have a relationship with her. She's shown you nothing but patience and understanding. I agree with other posters that blood relations don't necessarily mean anything, but she has certainly done right by you over the years.

If you are that worried about the murder, even if she is killing only bad people, maybe you can try some experiments with her. See how alternatives like blood from a blood bank or otherwise willing donor would work out. If you can come to an arrangement where she won't necessarily need to kill anymore, it might make things more appealing for you too.

EDIT: Also I am no expert, but I don't think vampires always have to fully drain their victims when they feed. Murder is not necessarily the only option.

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randauum t1_it64os4 wrote

She didn't ask to become like this you know, she doesn't want to be lonely too, she still your mother and all you have. She never once harmed you or your dad. Your life is short. Make amends with her. It will be hard but you could

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fuckinfern t1_it686yz wrote

i understand your hesitation, i don’t know if i’d be able to do that either. but i think you should maybe reach out and try to form a bit of a relationship; she cares about you a lot and a vampire sounds like a pretty good thing to have in your corner.

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Orange__Moon t1_it6s14z wrote

Vampire's are no more monstrous than any other creature. Do you find bears monstrous? Dogs? Cats? Humans? Humans kill every day. Even you do. The food you eat, how do you know for sure that cow doesn't understand awareness of its life, that it desperately doesn't want to die? Humans kill other humans as well. The Vampire is only doing it for survival. And Vampires at least, are capable of determining if their food actually deserves to die or not. I know lots of men who deserve to die. Plus, I'm sure some don't need to be killed. I'm sure it would be possible to get a pint of blood from a willing person quite often as well, either by paying them or from someone with interests in such things. I can't believe what a terrible son you are honestly. People who so desperately wish to fit in always are, terrible that is.

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danielleshorts t1_it7rcwm wrote

Your mom is great! You should seriously consider her offer. Think of all you could experience.

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Loxy391 t1_it8gh41 wrote

I didnt read all this cause i got bored but ur mom sounds cool af and id be her friend… sounds like u just want people to think ur normal and cool when its okay to be odd. Small town mentality it weird.. trying to be “normal” is weird. And u talkin bout ur mom cause she is who she wants to be is weird small town mentality

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sadopossum13 t1_it9p7tq wrote

Im a near 30 year old goth who still looks 18 and gets called a vampire all the time and this was a real trip to read

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tina_marie1018 t1_itact9g wrote

Please get in touch with your Mom.

I don't know what I would do if one of my Babies didn't speak to me because of something I have absolutely no control over.

She Loves you beyond comprehension.

Please keep us updated if you do decide to contact her.

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HatRabies t1_itakx9x wrote

Your mom sounds cool as fuck. And you straight up abandoned her.

You're the asshole.

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schismasvoice t1_it6e9qc wrote

I KNEW IT. OP stop being a brat, go back to your mom. Being eternally youthful and strong is not such a horrible burden.

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adiosfelicia2 t1_italr1r wrote

Wow. You have the most interesting opportunity in the world, and you're too focused on fitting in to see it. Give it time. You'll probably grow out of this need to be liked.

Don't wait too long tho. Nobody likes an old vamp.

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EDKValvados t1_itcqzv7 wrote

Honestly, you're a pretty bad child imo. Your mother never chose this. She never had the choice you have, it was forced upon her, yet you call her monster when she has done nothing but honor your dad's memory. And you say your dad "didn't want you to become one" when he wanted you to have a choice. That implies he would have been fine with you choosing to be like your mother. You complain about your town judging and whatever, but you're the one being the most judgemental and hypocritical. Sorry for being blunt but someone had to say it.

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alwaysatonna t1_iter0ju wrote

I would become a vampire! Imagine all the things you would see living forever! You would not have to kill you could buy blood or there's people that would let you feed on them and not kill them

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longjohnmango t1_itgea33 wrote

Wow you are such an ass. I wish I had a mum like your’s, who would love me so much unconditionally. You have no idea how lucky you are yet you are here complaining and whining. Playing the victim. I would trade places with you in a heartbeat, just to feel a mother’s love for the first time.

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platinumvonkarma t1_itpj7jq wrote

Think David should be taking the L here. Even from the damn start he didn't like that his mother hadn't 'grown out of her goth stage'. Yet she had been nothing but caring and doting, right to the last. That alone didn't exactly endear me to wee David, because I just wonder at the mindset that wishes for a "normal" parent, when plenty of parents can be "normal" on the surface and true, cruel monsters beneath, to their own kin. The abnormal thing is not to accept little quirks when your parent is largely good.

Not saying that he should choose to be a vampire, that part is quite clearly his choice to make. But maybe grow up a little and be a bit nice to your damn mum for fuck's sake.

(Showing my age here. Haha.)

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TheodosiaBurrGoodman t1_iu03hzy wrote

OP ungrateful kid, I wished to be given the chance of immortal life and loving motherhood

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w00tewa t1_it4wso1 wrote

Child molesters. Serial killers. Rapists. The school bully. Animal abusers. The world is full of bad people. People that, as long as they remain alive, cause pain and suffering to innocent lives. No sane person would want to murder people just to stay alive, you say. Are you sure?

If you could save innocent lives by taking out the bad guys and in return live for hundreds of years, wouldn't you be tempted? Wouldn't you want to? In a sane world people wouldn't ruin other people's lives. But the world isn't sane. It hasn't been for a very long time, if it ever was.

In the end, it's all about your perspective. A monster, or a hero. Either way, lives are changed forever.

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jenfoolery t1_it6cj6p wrote

Unless Mom explains that being a vampire comes with Jedi mind tricks that work on cops, it seems risky to tie yourself to a future as a serial killer

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Not_The_Eternal_Dude OP t1_it3zlhl wrote

I know, right? I’ve tried to understand, as much as I can, and I think losing my dad really tipped her over the edge. In her notes, she still mentions him. She thinks if he just would’ve turned we could all still be together.

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Addfwyn t1_it6hz00 wrote

>She thinks if he just would’ve turned we could all still be together.

To be perfectly fair, that is true though, you would be. At least, you'd all be alive....ish.

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