I dream of demons with familiar faces. Telling me I belong with them, and they're taking me home. They touch me, and I become one of them. Part of them. I'm cold, and it's a wonderful thing. We're strong enough that we can jump over buildings, and it feels like we're flying. My hair is longer, thicker, darker. Skin even paler, my eyes brighter. And then a man i recognize as my father flashes by. And i follow him. When I corner him in an alley with a wooden fence, he punctures his thumb with a long sharp tooth, and flings the blood at me. I become paralyzed, and black out.