Fora nodded her head slowly. "They did it because they couldn't really figure out what happened to me either." She said and then looked down. "I wonder if what thye did to me caused my hair to not grow back."
Fora nodded her head slowly. "They did it because they couldn't really figure out what happened to me either." She said and then looked down. "I wonder if what thye did to me caused my hair to not grow back."
"From what I've heard... that's possible, yeah," he said softly. "Is that why you're still mad at them?"
Fora nodded her head and then looked at a strand of her wig. "My real hair was beautiful and I hate them so much for taking it from me after I lost everything else."
"I know how you feel," he said softly and leaned down to kiss her temple. "You'd have preferred they'd let you die."
Fora nodded her head and sniffled. "Yeah I wish they had let me die." She whispered and then looked at him. "But I would have never met you if I had died." She whispered and leaned her forehead to rest against his.
He closed his eyes. "It's okay. You don't have to spare my feelings. I know how you felt, I... I felt the same way. Don't blame yourself for wishing for that back then."
Fora nodded her head and then smiled. She gave him a soft kiss and then closed her eyes. "So at what age do vampires die?" She asked him softly.
He bit his lips and nuzzled her cheek gently. "...We normally don't. Not naturally."
Fora nodded her head and sniffled. "Okay....." She whispered and then got up. "But you will in less than four hundred years and it will be all my fault...."
He sat back to give her space and sighed softly. "Fora... It's not your fault. You didn't know. And besides, I... I highly doubt I'll still want to live longer than that."
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