[I'm not patronizing you. Realizing there are things like me in this world is...]

[He can't help but remember how he discovered it. The feeling that he's having a nightmare, unable to move on a futon on the floor. A girl with pink hair sliding out from under the bed upon which the boy who bit him is sleeping. She bares her fangs and bites him. When the spell breaks and he jumps to his feet to check on his friend, there's nothing there. He takes relief in the knowledge it's a nightmare, just a nightmare. He seems calmer with this knowledge until another memory surfaces, running up the stairs in the same house to his friend's room where his family has found him dead, puncture wounds on his neck.]