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His leather gloves brushed off the snow from her grave, revealing her name below, Natalie Elizabeth Black and the years she lived, 1877-1895. He shuddered, falling down on his knees, praying he wouldnt lose her again. He has waited for her to returnMoreHis leather gloves brushed off the snow from her grave, revealing her name below, Natalie Elizabeth Black and the years she lived, 1877-1895. He shuddered, falling down on his knees, praying he wouldnt lose her again. He has waited for her to return to him, always searching for her name until finally it appeared.He waited as long as possibly could. When Clive finally told him to go to her, he jumped at the chance. She was only fifteen when he first laid his eyes on her again. She looked exactly like he remembered, with her big brown eyes, long dark hair and pale skin with full ruby red lips. He watched her every move, wanting to hold her but knowing he had to wait still. He kept his distance for a few more years, but when he heard she was all alone he had known it was time to take her back. He needed to give her the light before he lost her again. He would not be able to wait another hundred years to find her again. This time she would live, she would hunt and she would love him.Some things can not be changed, only time is the enemy but this time he would not be denied. He vowed to keep her safe.Standing back up, he dropped the red roses onto the white sparkling snow and kissed two of his fingers before touching her gravestone. A warm feeling rushed through him. He turned back and drove to the apartment. Holding his other bouquet of red roses, he made his way back to Natalie, his eternal love. She has turned eighteen again and this time he will not let her go.