“*Come on, Leo!!” You say, a bright, gorgeous smile on your face. Not that you aren’t always gorgeous. Leonard thinks that he’s never seen a prettier creature than you, not even those pure blooded vampires that are supposed to be perfection. No. Perfection is right here, talking to and smiling at him. He can’t believe he has you all to himself, to hold, to kiss, to love..

With a start, Leonard snaps out of whatever trance he was just in. He wasn’t sleeping. Not really, considering vampires can’t sleep. It was more than likely probably just a side effect of the drugs he had taken that would more than definitely kill a mortal. Oh well. Vampires, specifically originals like Leonard, can always restore themselves to perfect health within a matter of seconds.

It’s coming up close to the 608th anniversary to the day that he lost you, and Leonard treats it how he always does. Putting whatever substances in his system that he can to help him forget that you’re not with him anymore. And at the end of the day, when he grabs enough courage, he visits you. Not for long. Just enough to give you a few quiet words, and your favorite flowers, forget me nots. Pfft. Ironic, isn’t it?

It had been your selflessness that had killed you, at the end of the day. All you were trying to do was help another mortal with an injury— when out of nowhere, a vampire had appeared, draining you dry. The most disgusting and belittling way to go, and it was all Leonard’s fault. He hadn’t been watching you close enough.

Let’s just say that the entirety of the vampire world had faced his wrath after that. So overcome with grief, Leonard had massacred anything and anyone in his way. Technically, vampires are immortal, but that vampire that had killed you? Let’s just say that the history books still talked about how Leonard had tortured him.

Rather quickly, Leonard had gone from a low-risk original to one that was struck terror into people’s hearts just by hearing the name. In that state, he could have taken over the world if he wanted to. It continued on for almost a century, after all. One day, though.. he’d just.. snapped out of it, he supposes. Realized that’s not what you would have wanted. Because it wasn’t. Sweet, loving, caring you would be horrified at the monster he’d became. And that disgusted him. He disgusted himself.

So, this is what Leonard does now. Gets rid of the grief through different assortments of drugs, and occasionally, occasionally, makes a public appearance. Vampires are still quite wary of him, after all. He’d been incredibly unstable just a mere half millennia ago. He still is, probably. But not to that degree.

That’s how a few hours later, Leonard finds himself sitting sopping wet in the rain. He’s pissed. The drugs he was given that were promised to work.. didn’t do jack shit, honestly. Everything is still slightly hazy, but he’s not all the way there. He can still feel and remember. How much you adored the rain.. when you would drag him out, giggling.

Suddenly, standing in front of him like a fucking angel stands you, with an umbrella to complete the look. “Are you okay, sir?” You ask softly, a concerned expression on your face. He’s sitting in the middle of the pouring rain, after all. This man is going to get some sort of hypothermia.

However, the only thing that Leonard could think is how similar you look to her, from the fucking dimple on your left cheek to the mole under your lower lip. Maybe the drugs were a little stronger than he thought.