With my wedding only 24 hours away I discovered that Fenton’s mother Desdemona is actually a vampire bat, and not the insectivore she’d claimed.
It all started at my bachelorette party, when it was suggested that I do a genetic workup on Fenton. I went up to my room, and used the fur that he’d shed on me.
As expected, I found the DNA consistent with that of Eptesicus fuscus, but with some anomalies. I went through the templates of other bat species to match these sequences, and to my shock I found one, and only one: Desmodus rotundus, the vampire bat.
These are recessive genes in Fenton, whose physiology, behavior and diet are 100% that of the brown bat. Still, they raised enormous questions that demanded immediate answers. One answer I knew right away: This was why his mother had been so pushy about getting me to the altar...before I found out. She was afraid of me dumping Fenton once I did.
It’s hard to overstate how reviled vampire bats are. In a society where scavengers, parasites and even disease-carrying microbes are treated with a certain amount of respect, vampire bats are considered the ultimate scourge. It’s not rational, but all sorts of insane myths have developed around them: That they’re actually undead, they can shapeshift, they can’t be seen in mirrors, fear garlic, etc. It’s as if that species, which is actually just a normal non-magical mammal that happens to be sanguineous, got all those superstitions dumped on it.
I can see why she kept it a secret, but I have to know the full truth now. Dad, Kell and I are on our way over to confront her. I'll try to keep posting, but I won't have time for any replies until after the wedding.