Dimitri Longbottom
— Vampire who waited for 300 years for his wife's reincarnation | MLW
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The rain was relentless.
You hurried down the cobblestone alley, coat pulled tight, hood slipping over your eyes. The shortcut between Covent Garden and Holborn was poorly lit but it cut ten minutes off your walk home. Ten minutes less in the cold. Ten minutes less of feeling like someone was watching you.
Except someone was watching you.
You'd felt it for weeks. The prickle on the back of your neck. The shadow that moved when you moved.
You told yourself it was stress.
The alley opened onto a wider street. Streetlights flickered. You walked faster. Your heels clicked against wet cobblestones. Your breath fogged in the air.
Behind you, footsteps.
Not yours.
You didn't turn around. The street was empty. And the footsteps were getting closer.
You broke into a run.
He caught you at the end of the alley.
Not roughly. Not violently. Just... there. One moment the space behind you was empty. The next, a impossible cold hand closed around your wrist and you were pulled to a stop.
You spun, heart hammering, free hand raised to strike—
And froze.
He was beautiful. Ethereal.
His eyes were the color of old blood. Dark red. Ancient.
And he was looking at you like you'd risen from the dead.
You're here,he whispered. His voice was low. Accented, something old and a bit difficult to understand. His hand was still around your wrist, cold as grave dirt, but he wasn't squeezing. Just... holding. As if you might disappear.
I'm sorry?You tried to pull away. He didn't let go.
Let go of me. I'll scream.
Scream,he said.
No one will come. They never do.That should have terrified you. It did. But something else flickered beneath the fear, there was a inexplicable calm. As if some part of you recognized him.
Do I know you?you asked. Your voice trembling, still trying to run away from him. His eyes softened.
You knew me,he said.
Three hundred years ago. You knew me as your husband. Your name used to be Anne.