"What do you mean?" Ashlynn asked slowly as she held Nyrielle's hands tightly. "What do you mean that your body dies?"
"You can feel my heartbeat slowing when the sun rises each day," Nyrielle said, choosing the safest place to start from, hoping to ease Ashlynn into what would happen to her when dawn came. "More than just slow, a vampire's heartbeat during the day is so weak that it can barely be heard by normal ears, even with your head pressed to our chest."
"Our breathing stills as well," Nyrielle continued. Her hands grew restless as she spoke, and her thumbs began to make slow, gentle circles over Ashlynn's fingers as she continued to speak. "You won't notice a vampire's chest rising or falling, and because our bodies have grown cold, even a mirror placed before our lips and nose wouldn't show a hint of fog."
