The story that Simon told her had Melanie look at him with a look of disbelief on her face. Not because she doubted the story, he told her, but it was the information that was in there. There was no hint of regret in his eyes or words when he finished his story. There was clear detachment towards his family, whom he had himself killed in the name of being thirsty for blood.
"You didn't spare any of them? Even your mother?" asked Melanie, feeling goosebumps rise on her arms.
"No," replied Simon, pulling out a case which held cigarettes and light in it, taking one of the cigarettes, he lit it up. "Even if I didn't decide to let her live for that moment, she would have either died or would have been turned into a vampire herself. Now that I think about it, it would have been interesting to see my family live a life of being a vampire, the kind they despised."
