She scoffed at his remark of loving the forest. Had he really loved it, he wouldnâ€™t have harmed such a key part of it. Looking at his sketchbook on the ground she frowned. Sure he drew beautifully, but she didnâ€™t have the heart at the moment to appreciate it. What only mattered to her was the fact that he needed to suffer for his ignorance.<br/><br/>Her eyes turned harsh, when he spoke of the flowers as if they were nothing more than a plant. But to her, they were much more. They cant be replicated, and once plucked they lose all the qualities of life within it. Even the glow of them fades away. She had learned that the hard way, and the last person who picked one died. She only felt she was being a bit crueler here, but she figured it was better to be safe than sorry.<br/><br/>As she watched him collapse to the ground she smiled a little bit. Now he would feel the pain she felt as those flowers were plucked.<br/>â€œI lay a curse on you mortal,â€ She said calmly as she bent down to his level, â€œA curse where you will never die, a curse where you canâ€™t feel the sun on your skin, and a curse where you will have to be selfish to survive. Iâ€™m sure you are well capable of the last part.â€ She frowned meeting his eyes, watching the pain coarse through him. â€œAt the rise of the moon you will be reborn,â€ she looked up to the sky, â€œand I judge that will be in about a half hour or less. Consider yourself lucky, if the sun had still been higher you would have suffered longer.â€<br/><br/>She sat down getting more comfortable, â€œVampirism my dear, is a very tricky curse. I havenâ€™t performed the transformation process perfectly yet, but maybe youâ€™ll be the exception to that.â€ She drew a circle in the dirt, and put intricate designs in it, making a transmutation circle. She placed her hand on it when she was finished. It began to glow a deep red, her eyes turning the same color. She began preparing the next stage after death, transformation.