What does it mean to not taste death? Was it referring to becoming a vampire? Marie couldn’t help but wonder, in fact she thought about it a lot. In reality they tasted death, were dead, brought people to death but she was alive, well, felt more alive than she ever had. Was it that through transforming she was snatched from human death? Is that what it meant? She didn’t become an animal with four legs. She was still human. It was maddening. She thought of her aunt, when she was sick and very much prepared to die.
As people age they are at peace with dying. Marie was sitting with her holding her hand and crying. “Don’t you worry about me” she’d said. “Let me go home.” She wondered where she was moving on to. Where going home was. Even as a kid she used to wonder “what if we lived to see centuries pass?” Jeff and Christof had. For Marie it was all new.
“Our philosopher pondering the meaning of life after death, death after life or the living dead after life and the living. No, that’d make us zombies. There’re no such things as zombies. That’s fiction.” Christof laughed to himself as Marie shot him daggers. “You’ve plenty of time to think. Keep a journal. Follow how you think over time. It’ll be interesting to see what you learn, what changes. It might make an interesting book. See how many authors you can become over the centuries. It’d make you happy seeing time in that light, you know, keep you from tasting death.”
“Light” she exhaled. “Light doesn’t hurt us. That’s fiction too.”