I didn’t return to kill my parents. From what I’ve learned since, it’s the first thing that most vamps do when they’re sired. It seems that there is almost a maniacal urge to punish those people who have reared us.
But I never went back.
Why?
Was it because I didn’t hate them?
No. I did. As much as I don’t like to acknowledge it, even when I was human, I did hate them. I still do.
Was it because I didn’t think that they deserved it?
No. I thought that too.
As gloomy as it may seem… as unfeeling… as ungrateful… as cold… I didn’t return that night to kill my parents, because I simply didn’t care enough to spare them my energy.