Charlie walked towards the same spot that she had been going to for the past two hundred years, it was the exact same only month after month, day after day, the rocks became more worn, the angels faces became less defined but his face never left her mind.

The exquisite pain that ripped through her chest everytime that she thought of him. The way that he always went with her, the clarity, never a moments peace from him...

That stayed the same, year after year, after year, after year, for the rest of her long life, it would never leave her and sometimes it would get too much to bear, too much to think on.

Kneeling down at the bottom of the oldest intact grave still there, Charlie, in the darkness that had not only enveloped her at night, but also had seeped into her very self, began to let her blood tears fall from her face, onto the ground below.

"I love you Marcus, I'm...I'm so sorry." she sobbed.

Jonathan knew that he wanted to visit his parents one more time before he had to go to Germany for a few months. He had made a promise to himself that he would visit them once a month with fresh flowers. Charming the flowers just was not the same to him.

As he was heading out of the graveyard he thought he heard someone crying his instints took over and thought he better go check it out and make sure that every thing was ok.

As he made his way over to where the crying was he noticed this young lady kneeling and crying over a grave that looked very old. That was the great thing about witches and wizards they lived a long time.

Walking up to the young lady he pulled a tissue and handed it too her.

"Here you go ma'am, this will help dry up those tears." He handed it too her over her shoulder.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Charlie heard someone approaching but couldn't bring herself to care, she almost wished that it was a slayer come to kill her, she had been careless with her feeds lately so it wouldn't surprise her.

As the man drew closer Charlie was glad that she was able to stop crying, she took a deep breath and looked at the man who had just approached her.

"Thank you."

Her voice was rough from crying but she took the tissue and wiped at her eyes, turning it a deep red colour as she mopped up the blood that still lay on her face.

"No, I am afraid not sir. It's a funny thing, death, isn't it?" she said quietly, her eyes flickering red.

Jonathan thought there was something a little different about this girl, but he didn't care. He was always nice to any lady that was upset.

Kneeling down next to her he wondered what she meant by her comment.

"Well I suppose death could be funny depending on the reason for the death." Jon was trying to think of an instance that he thought death was funny.

"I know when it is someone you hate, it might be interesting to see them die."

Jonathan was looking her over trying to get a read on her.

"Well this stone is very old, I imagine by your reaction that it is someone who is very close to you."

He noticed the tissue he had given her was red, but he was ready to ask just yet.

"My name is Jonathan, Jonathan Browning." He holds his hand out to shake.

Charlie knew that the man couldn't be thinking about what she was, she was thinking about how she had almost eternal life and it was all worthless now she was without him, completely worthless, yet she herself was still afraid of death.

"I don't think that's quite what I meant when I said death was funny. Everyone has somebody who will miss them when they're gone, no death is amusing."

She could feel him looming her over and didn't care, she traced the name on the stone lovingly and kept quiet for a moment.

"Yes, it is old, and yet the wounds are still fresh. What death brings you here?"

Seeing that Jonathan had held out his hand to her, Charlie took it and touched his skin with her cold flesh, looking into his eyes before dropping his touch.

"Charlie Disneur."

Jonathan looked down at her hand as she shook it. He noticed that it was very cold. He was not that cold outside so that was interesting.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Charlie." Jon smiled at the lady

"Yes, we all miss everyone when they are gone. I come here to visit my parents and their friends."

War takes many people we love no matter when or how that was is fought.

"So who brings you out here this evening?"

Charlie nodded slightly when he said that he was here because of his parents and his friends, that was a lot of people, she turned her gaze back to the worn stone and cleared some of the plants from the bottom.

How his family would be turning in their graves if they knew she was here at all.

"I am sure that your visit would mean a lot to them, how frequent do you come here?"

When he asked her why she was here, to Charlie it was obvious but she realised that to him, it was a mystery, at least for now.

"I am here to visit my love. He died many years ago but the pain is still constant, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked absentmindedly.

Jonathan could not explain the pull that seemed to come from this woman he felt that he just wanted to stay there and talk to her. He decided to just sit on the ground right there to talk to her.

"I promised my family I would come here once a month. I like them to have fresh flowers. Just a little worried while I am away that they will get neglected."

Jon was looking her over and wondering what her story was. He didn't think she was a witch, but there was something about her he just wasn't sure.

He was listening to Charlie speak about her lost love, he had yet to feel that emotion but he could imagine what it felt like.

"I have never have lost anyone other than my family so I cannot even know how you feel, I can imagine the pain inside though."

It really threw Jon off when she asked him if he had a girlfriend.

"Currently I am not seeing anyone, I do have a best friend who is female, but we are just friends."

Charlie raised an eyebrow as the man sat down on the floor next to her, it was strange that much was inevitable, but also, there was something about the action that seemed more than a little odd.

Deciding not to comment on it Charlie merely looked at him.

"While you're away? Where are you going? Anywhere interesting, I haven't been out of Britain in years."

Years being about 100, she tried to forget Marcus by taking a trip to Italy, and it worked for a little bit and then she found that it wore off. Nothing seemed to work.

"The pain inside is beyond all imagination, you think you prepare for it but you don't, forgive me, it's been a while since I've talked to another person."

Charlie just nodded her head at this information; "Hmmm I see."

Jonathan noticed that she looked at him funny as he sat down on the ground.

"What" He said with a smile.."I didn't feel like standing anymore, I happen to be enjoying the conversation."

Jonathan found this woman more interesting the more she talked, she seemed to be very interested in him.

"I am a teacher and I have to head over to Germany to teach there. I teach astronomy at a private school there."

When she was talking about her feelings of death it got him thinking "I don't believe anyone is ever prepared for death, we just know one day we will."

Looking her over he was getting more curious about her.

"So what is it that you do?"

Charlie let her lips twitch up into a small smile that swiftly vanished and she was wondering wether cutting herself off from reality and humanity was such a good idea after all, she was beginning to think not.

"I'm glad that you're finding this conversation suitably stimulating."

Nodding her head Charlie waved her hand dismissively of the fact that he was a German, humans were humans and she didn't really care.

"What is your specialism? And...I understand that there is some sort of war between your two countries, why are you here, if so? Surely that would be a major risk of you."

Charlie shook her head: "I talk not of death but of loss. Nobody is adequately prepared for it."

Grinning a little Charlie shrugged her shoulders: "Nothing, I have enough money to not work, and so I don't any more."

Suddenly Jonathan got the impression that she thought he was German.

"Actually I am English, and this is my home I live just a few blocks that way." As he pointed down the street towards his home.

"I just wanted a teaching job, and they had one. I have friends in Germany."

Charlie talking about loss got him thinking about how much he had lost when his parents had taken away his memories.

"I understand loss very well, it is almost like you have a big whole inside of you that nothing seems to be able to fill. I felt that way for a long time and could never figure it out, Until I discovered my parents had lied to me." Jon looked off towards his parents grave as he thought about it. He loved his parents very much but that didn't mean he still wasn't mad at them for what they did to him.

"It must be nice not to have to work, somedays I would like to do that." Jon thought about it and he really had enough money left after his parents passed and all of his savings he didn't need to work for a long time if ever. "I just get bored and like to have things to do."

"So what kinds of things do you do to keep from being bored then?"

Charlie raised her eyebrow again and shrugged her shoulders, she didn't think that being German or being British was that big a deal because it was just like being different skin colours, although the blood did taste different.

"I don't much care if you're British or German, it doesn't matter any to me. Age has taught me that it's much better to stay out of war."

This man. Jonathan. Seemed to have some elements that she herself possessed, then again, many people would, although to her the idea of loss was much different.

"I suppose the feeling is different for each person, as no two people are the same."

That was a big problem that Charlie often found, that she was bored, although normally she just enveloped herself in the world of books and poetry, that wiled away the hours.

"What do I do? I write, read and often go for walks at night, nights my favourite time."

Jonathan found it interesting that she enjoyed the night time because he enjoyed the night time too.

"I also enjoy the night time. It gives me the perfect time to reflect on the day and not to mention look at the stars"

He thought about the other things she enjoyed.

"I also enjoy a good book along with the company of a nice lady"

Jon wondered if Charlie was every going to ask him any questions.

When Jonathan mentioned the stars Charlie wondered if he had a passion for them himself, after all it was not a very common thing to encounter a human who likes the night time.

"Do you hold particular interest in the stars? I myself have never found meaning in them, to me they are just pretty lights in the sky."

Raising an eyebrow Charlie smirked slightly and looked at Jonathan with a skeptical face. After all, the way he said that made him seem like a sort of...player?

"And do you often make a habit of conversing with pretty ladies?" she asked, in a teasing tone.