He explained how what he had done was wrong. To give me his blood... For the transplant to be completed.
He explained how I was slowly changing into what he described as monster. A merciless animal, capable of nothing else except to hunt, and to kill.
'It will be slow,' he continued. 'First your hearing, then your sight, then your sense of smell, balance. They will all increase.'
These changes didn't bother me - I had terrible balance, and that was probably a result of my mediocre eyesight.
But I knew that no matter how brilliant these changes were, there was one that would even the odds.
'Then you will develop a thirst for human blood.'