They woke up dirty of the earth and found me sitting on a chair in front of them.
"What… what happened?" it was mom with a scared voice reminding the attack.
"Mom, I am sorry, but I couldn't live here alone.".
My father got up and punched me in the face. I fell and he started kicking me. I didn't show resistance at any moment. I let him put out all the anger he was feeling. I think he understood what had happened, as I did when it was my turn years ago.
"You bastard.... how could you do that to your sister?".
"What John? What did he do?" my mother asked.
I waited for him to stop kicking me and sit down, and then I explained everything to them.
I see them every day, but they don't talk to me anymore, except for Beca, that sometimes runs away hidden to talk to me about life stuff.
She liked the transformation. Even being a child, she seems to be the only one to understand my pain and she understood me.
She tells me to be patient. That one day the anger will pass and they will forgive me for that and we will be a happy family again.
I don't regret what I did, because the loneliness is gone. Even with them not talking or hugging me, I see them every day. And knowing they are there beside me, close to me, warms my death heart.
It has already been nine months since this happened and I am still trying to approach them, I have already received a lot of "no's" and outrages that I can't even remember.
But we have all eternity to forgive ourselves. And here I am, waiting for this day.
While it doesn't come, I keep meeting my little sister hidden and looking for new victims to feed ourselves.
It is a dirty job, I know, but this is what I am now.
This is what we are.
Creatures of the night.
Monsters.
Demons.
Vampires.
The end.