"We're all supposed to die?" Selene shook her head, there was a touch of sadness to her smile. "I suppose. That's why there are only two of my line left, at least as far as I know. My kind can die. We are not true immortals, only a pale semblance. But... dying before your time?"
She leaned, one hip against her sideboard bar, and poured herself another tall glass of vodka. "I have been exposed to many plagues over the centuries. The Black Death. Cholera. The influenza epidemic at the beginning of the twentieth century that killed so many. Immune. I've been bit by zombies before. No effect. I've seen the action of the virus in my blood type under a microscope as it aggressively destroys any other virus. I'll take my chances." . She paused to sip reflectively from her glass, then made a quick dismissive gesture with her free hand. "I made a suggestion to you in a private message, only to you. There was no attempt to gather an army of vampires to my line, just a suggestion of what might allow you to stay the hand of Death from reaping more of your people. You don't like the idea? Don't take my advice. As I said before, just bury them when they die. Like you always do."