It started out just like any other night.
Marlee was in the tub soaking away the stress of the day in a lavender bubble bath, illuminated with the sweet smell of a vanilla candle.
I was sprawled out on the bed waiting for her to finish up so we could cuddle and watch a movie together for the remainder of the evening.
The water finally started draining, and Marlee walked into the bedroom. She laid down on the bed beside me, and for a few minutes, we stared at the sunset coming through the bedroom window. It was a beautiful sight. Then when the sun finally hid behind the house, Marlee grabbed the remote to turn on the TV.
Like I said, it started out like any other night. Except, it didn't stay a normal night.
Marlee heard a noise. It sounded like something flapping through the air. She muted the TV, and the sound could still be heard. Was it a bird? No. Was it a plane? No. Was it even Superman? No. It was nothing other than a bat!
It waited for dusk to emerge from the wall, but when it finally escaped, it came flying through the air like a bat out of Hell – pun intended.
It swooped down towards where Marlee was laying. Was mom going to be the hero that saved us both from the terrible creature? No. Instead, she threw the covers up over her head and started screaming. Mom, this wasn't a burglar – it was a bat.
It kept flying down towards the bed in a continuous circle, and Marlee, well she kept screaming. There was only one thing left to do. I leaped from the bed, and in mid air, I grabbed that bat from the air.
It screamed. It wailed. It screeched.
I didn't care how much that thing yelled. I wasn't going to let it go. This was my mom. This was my house. This was my life. This bat did not belong.
But it finally did escape my jaw's clutches, and flew out of the room and started down the stairs. That wasn't going to be how this story ended.
I bolted down the stairs after that creature. I ran so fast, that I lost a toenail in the process. That is when you know it is serious business.
I saw the bat out of the corner of my eye. My adrenaline was the highest it could get at this point. I took my paw and I swatted that bat out of mid-air. It fell to the ground, paralyzed in fear.
It was not dead yet, but I had done my job. Dad finally got home and took it from there.
But, hey, I did save my mom from getting turned into a vampire. I think that is what happens when a human gets bit by a bat. Well at least in all of the movies that I've seen.
So yea, it started out just like any other night.
But, it didn't stay a normal night. No, that night, was a special night. That night is when I turned into…..
And then the next night. It started out just like any other night, except it wasn't just like any other night.
I heard a noise coming from the bathroom. I sensed that something was not right. I bolted into the bathroom, and there it was staring at me. Another bat.
I transformed: Fangs made of nails. A tail made of a flogger. A paw with the force of a baseball bat being swung at 70mph.
I transformed again into….