Micro/ Flash Fiction Theme: Teething Bats
The sounds of the Halloween party all around us dimmed as I stared at Damien holding my baby.
He’s the vampire I had a one-night stand with. He gave me my son, Victor.
And he doesn’t know the child is his.
“This teething bat is mine, isn’t he?” Damien said in awe.
“Why do you say that?” I squeaked.
Damien shows Victor latched onto his chest with his tiny, sharp teeth. The little thing is trying to suck, his face scrunched in hunger.
A cold sweat coats my back.
I don’t want my son involved in the vampire succession wars.