#dyson.

“ how long has it been this time ?? ” the wolf-shifter questioned once he recognised who the man actually was.  “ 100 ??  200 years ?? ” when you were as old as they were , your math tended to be a little off.

Being sent to Northern Virginia to assist on a string of homicides gave Dyson the excuse he needed to visit Mystic Falls.  He hadn’t been in those parts since the late 1800s when he spent several pleasurable months with the enticing Salvatore brothers, two gorgeous ( and very, very insatiable ) wealthy boys who were turned vampire by their shared sadistic lover.

Given how old they each were, they’d met again several times over the last two centuries.  But it was Damon that Dyson had the habit of ‘running into’ most, every couple decades or so.  It made sense, especially given Damon’s penchant for travel and constant need for excitement.  But in truth, the alpha had managed to make most of those occasions happen through his own devices -- actively seeking the other out when the desire to came.

“I was wondering how long it would take to run into you again,” said the wolf shifter to the vampire once he sensed his presence.  His back was still turned to the other male as he continued to glance down at the vampire’s ‘human’ headstone.  It was only fitting the two would meet again in a cemetery.  They’d fucked in the same cemetery almost a hundred years prior.