"Why do you ask?" Caius asked as he raised the stump that was what remained of his right hand. He watched it regenerate first with bone, then muscle, veins, and flesh, until it was good as new.
The hand Athenodora cut and had fallen onto the ground flaked into blood mist that melted into nothing.
The hole in Caius's midsection healed as well now that Athenodora's fist was out of it. And it all happened in the seconds it took for Athenodora to consider the question Caius tossed at her.
"Curiosity," she eventually said, "So… do you hate me?"
Caius was going to say no at first. He gained this body after the years of depression had passed. Had he gained his body earlier than that, Caius was sure he still would not have devolved into a depressive state. Not when he had spent practically his entire previous life thinking being a vampire was cool.
