"The magic, the monsters..." Meyer instinctively pats his jacket, as though looking for his cigarettes -- a habit he can't seem to break himself of -- before realizing that he's left them at home to avoid the temptation to light one whenever he wants to. They have to conserve their supplies now, but it isn't easy, not when you've gone from two packs a day to maybe one cigarette a day or maybe nothing at all.

"I wouldn't've believed it one hundred percent if it hadn't happened to me," he finally says. Sure, there had been people in the town who'd said something about magic, who'd claimed that there were people with impressive powers, that there were monstrous things in the woods, and Ned's confession about being able to raise the dead had been about as magic as it could get, but he hadn't fully accepted that as the only explanation until he'd turned into a vampire. Then, it had been undeniable.

"I guess you're probably used to magic being real, right? With your powers, and all. For me, well, there's nothing like that back home, not unless they're hiding it pretty damn well. If I hadn't been a vampire and everyone around me hadn't been something ridiculous--" including Charlie, who had, apparently, been a dragon -- "I think I would've gone on assuming that there had to be some logical explanation that didn't include magic. Or monsters."