"Because it is true," she responded. It wasn't pride that licked her beautiful, almost translucent eyes. It was strength. Confidence. "I was not meant to simply die. I was meant to live on, whether through immortal means as grace our veins, or through historical ones." If she hadn't become a vampire, she would have been written about. Recorded in some way. She believed it, and that belief was at the very core of her being. She had been taught to never doubt herself, and now certainly wasn't a moment to begin doing so.
Her fingers lifted --evidence that Ele's suspicions had been correct, that the needle was beginning to be thrust out-- but she was unable to stop the brunette from twisting that blasted interference home once more. Her wrist slackened and fell limp back onto the bed.