"More than one kind?" Eliot asked, figuring now was as good a time to admit his ignorance as any. "I haven't met more than one... the fuckin' thing that bit me." He killed it, but it was too late and he turned into a monster anyway.

"If I wasn't one, I'd never believe such things existed." He had seen strange things and knew there were more out there in the world, but this was a bit more extreme than that.