Stalk

She had followed the woman for days, and at last her patience was paying off: the archaeologist and her team had finally found the ancient tomb.
Of course, with all that modern tech, they would work in the excavation until every single one of them was exhausted, and that could be days if they were organized. Even if her good luck was back, it would be hours before the endless rows of tombs were left alone—a guard or two would wait outside the temporary walls they had put around the remnants of a iron bars, but that had nothing to do with her.
She didn't mind. What were hours or days after such a long wait?
She watched from the distance as they documented and destroy the bigger and stronger of the crypts and marked the small, barely marked ones for later study. When they finally left, she rode the echoes of the night, towards the silence of the profaned graveyard. The guard shivered with the unnatural cold of her excitement and a concrete casket slowly crumbled near somewhere under the soil.
She waltzed towards that spot and order the ground open too. Even with her millennia honed magical skills, it took some time to finally get the body to lay on the surface. She inspected that face, familiar and beautiful as ever, despite being so many years older than she had ever seen it. "How could you disappear on me, I wonder, in a time where everyone's whereabouts where public knowledge and anyone with some sense of privacy was called paranoid and watched even more closely?"
What was that expression, though? The was no smile in the slightly blue lips, and his eyes were closed—surely unable to tell anything even if they had been open—but there was a sort of happy expression there. Something she had never... No. She may had seen it before, so long ago that she couldn't quite remember. When? Why? It was so beautiful. If he had felt as —peaceful! That was it!— peaceful and happy as he looked, it made sense that he had become so old before putting on the wooden overcoat.
She couldn't wait to meet him again, with that new attitude, so different from that sadness that had been consuming him for ages. And she didn't have to. She didn't have to wait a second longer, she had finally find him again!
She kissed his—cold, death—lips, with her—deadly, colder—own. She smiled as she felt him smile and heard him sleepily hum with his newly gained breath. But when she moved back to look at him, the smile was gone and his heart was beating too fast, too jumpy.
"No!" He yelled, trying to move away but still unable to fully control his so long dormant limbs. "You can't! I left! I left!" The softness on his face was disappearing as his voice became weaker. "You... you didn't know! How did you find...?" As some kind of understanding took over, it became evident that the hard lines where just a sign of him recovering his youth. "You were there? Did you actually manage to stalk me for over fifty year without me noticing? Without loosing your mind and come to...?"
She smiled, finally snapping out of her confusion. "Of course not, you silly. You know I can't help to go and take care of you. Even if you had had such an easy life that you were so peaceful, then I would have approach you only to see you smile. I just didn't know where you have gone. But I looked for you, I promise! I've been looking for centuries. And I found you, and saved you, just as I said I would."
The guard that entered running thought that they were just a couple of teenagers, lovers that for some reason believed it was romantic to defy authority to make out in a graveyard, and had ended up having a silly yet dramatic fight. In other words: just kids. Making a big deal of the incident will only call for another, so he mock them and send them away.
She didn't punish the guard's mean words. She was in good mood and therefore, magnanimous.
As they walked into the sunrise holding each other hands, she sensed an inch of bitterness as he growled at her: "For the hundredth time, I don't want you to save me! I don't need to be saved and there is no reason to—"
"Of course there is, love. Even now that you never want to go out or do anything, you may be free from horrible accidents like the one that took you the first time, but you get sick sometimes, remember? And there is the—" No. Better not to talk about what he had been doing in the most recent centuries. He could think that she blamed him for that. "Don't worry about a think, okay? I promised. I'll always save you, from everything and everyone."
Even himself.