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Mrs. Lincoln had been suspicious of her son for months now. His loss of appetite, sudden growth and strength, and she could have sworn that she saw him in her bedroom in the middle of the night. Her theories ranged from steroids to some type of rare disease no one had ever heard of. She'd taken him to the doctor's 5 times, just this week! She'd had enough of the secrets and planned to confront her son the minute he got home from school. She heard the door open and sat down on the couch in the foyer next to her husband.
"Mom, what's this?" Link asked the second he got in the house.
"Have a seat," Link's father said. He sat down in the big, light green armchair across from the couch.
"Well, your father and I are worried about you. And, we just want to know what your hiding from us, so we can help."
"Mom it's nothin', just a little growth spurt is all," Link said, starting to stand up.
Mrs. Lincoln stopped him. "Now hold on, Wesley Jefferson Lincoln, don't think I don't know when youre lying to me. If it really is 'just a little growth spurt', then I want you to go in that kitchen and eat every bit of food on your plate."
Link gulped and trudged off to the kitchen, like a criminal on death row. He guessed from the familiar scent that it was mashed potatoes smothered in gravy, fried green tomatoes, porkchops with barbecue sauce and a big heapin' of creamed corn and green beans. The food itself was harmless enough, infact when he was 100% human it was one of his favorite meals. Now that he was Linkubus, it had a vile scent of tar, salivia, burnt rubber, pestisides, copper, toenails, and dead hair. He could also detect a hint of blood in there, and judging by the bandage on his moms finger,she cut herself while slicing tomatoes. Who would want to eat something that smelled like that? Maybe he could possibly choke it down if it were just the mashed potatoes and canned green beans that his mom brags about making, but judging by the Green Giant cans on the counter are microwaved. He sat down at the table, both his parents staring at him expectantly, he took a microscopic bite of corn and almost puked.
'I can't do this,' he thought. 'I might as well tell them what I am. Rather have mom pour holy water on me than eat this.'
"Um, Mom, Dad, there's something I need to tell you. Well, I'm not exactly human," he said looking at them for a couple of minutes .
"Wesley,if you expect us to believe that bull crap, then-" his dad started.
"Just hear me out. Well, got bit by a half Incubusa while ago, so now I'm a quarter Incubus. Before you ask, an incubus is a creature that's supposed to suck blood, is super strong, handsome, doesn't sleep, doesn't eat, and has enhanced senses. I don't suck blood, I feed off of people's dreams. Full Inubuses can't go outin the sunligh, so I'm sort of lucky," Link told them.
"My son's a vampire! He's a blood sucking demon! He's a monster!" Mrs. Lincoln cried. She made a cross with her fingers and starte reciting Bible verses.
"I suggest you get out of this house right now monster. You're not our son. Get out," Mr. Lincoln said, glaring at Link with stone cold eyes.
"Fine, I'll just go stay with Macon Ravenwood or Ethan, then," Link replied, walking towards the door.
Once he got outside he muttered, "Well that went better than expected."