He knew it was his doing, my father. But it wasn't him. Not really. He was just... oblivious to it. My mother hated him. HATED him with all her heart for it, but stayed with him for me and my sisters. My father was a madman. All he does is stay in a small, confined room, with just 1 window for us to see him. That was until he moved out, to a jail-like place. The vampires did it, the one time they were concerned for OUR safety. I wasn't really allowed to visit, but I do not care for my mother as much as my father and did so anyway. My sisters do not feel the same about it, but I was happy. I was my father's favourite.
They said it was his entire fault, for staying locked in that room for so long, so many hours a day, so many days a year. They say it was wasteful! Only he and I knew the secret. That he was taking tablets, to stay for longer, to work harder. He had not known the after effects would transform him. Transforming his not-knowing body into a MONSTER. Not a vampire…just…. A madman.
But as I stared up at him through the tiny, yellow window, all I saw was an ashamed man. He didn't want to do it. He was working himself too hard. THEY were working him too hard. The vampires.
He didn't want me to turn into him.
He knew I had a flaw for science just like him and he didn't want it to affect me like it did him. As his brown eyes bore into mine; all I could say is "I won't, father" but I will, someday. But I will choose that and if I was locked up, so be it. I would choose it.