The Truth About Them

The Victim

"It loved me. This creature that was supposed to hunt me and my daughter—it protected us. I trusted it.
I trusted it with my child. . . .
I trusted it.
A mistake."

"I arrived home after a long day of scavenging for food. I should've made it go out for the necessary items, but I wanted my daughter to be protected. I-I wanted her to be protected if anything came to the house, so I left them alone. When I walked in, it was quiet, but it was late, so I assumed that Arya was asleep. However, I knew that vampires usually don't sleep, so I called out Ansel's name.
"Nothing but silence followed. I walked through the house—with caution, of course. I checked the living room, I checked the kitchen, my bedroom, the dining room, I checked. . .everywhere, but they were both nowhere to be found. My final stop was Arya's room. My sweet Arya.
"I opened the door, and then I. . . I saw it. I . . . I-I saw him."
The woman's eyes, welled with tears, shifted from the interviewer's and turned to the carpeted floor. Her hand lifted to her wounded neck and touched it slightly as she became visibly uncomfortable. Breathing steadily became a hassle for the woman while her body shook vaguely.
"Ma'am, what did you see?"
She sobbed quietly.
"Ma'am, I can't help you if you don't continue the story," the interviewer claimed, clearly aggravated.
"You know what happened," the woman said quietly.
"Y-Yes, but I need to hear it from your perspecti-"
"You know what happened!" She shouted. "One of your kind killed her! It murdered her. An innocent child. A child! Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Ma'am, I'm going to need more details than tha-"
"You want more details? Fine! I walked in on it's face buried into my daughter's neck in a pool of fucking blood! Her precious, lifeless eyes were facing me—a human who knew that there was no possible way that I could defeat this-this thing. But you know what? I fucking tried! I swung at its bloodied face, and in turn he pinned me down and tore at my neck with his fucking teeth! He turned me into a monster. A disgusting, shitty monster. The same thing that murdered her. As if he hadn't done enough already!"
The woman's eyes had became red with tears that hadn't fallen and a rage that she'd never known as she stared hellaciously at the interviewer.
"Is there anything else you would like to add ma'am?" the interviewer questioned, glaring back with dead eyes.
"You know what? I would love to. I wish-I fucking wish that it killed me that night because I would much rather be dead than to be one of your kind."