Denn die Todten reiten schnell.
For the dead travel fast. Trust that your corruption make haste in catching you.
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London, 1888
He saw her in the street, speaking with an old woman who sold flowers. The basket was full of roses, violets and lilies, and a young woman smiled and picked up flowers.
Mirena...
Yes, it was Mirena. Her hair had reddish tint, partly covered by a hat matching her her stylish green walking gown, but it was her.
Mirena turned her head, like feeling him staring, and their eyes met. Glimmer of recognition washed over her face, then she turned away, back to the old woman, and chose a posy of yellow roses.
Quickly, trying to look casual, Vlad Dracula approached her.
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"Beautiful."
Mina turned her head and saw a handsome dark-haired man in black clothes. He smiled a bit, nodding toward the posy. "The flowers."
"Yes," Mina said curtly. She was not going to encourage stange men approaching her in the streets. She turned back to the old woman, smiled and paid the flowers.
"Although we are separated in this life, in the next we will meet again, as nothing is so strong than love..."
Beautiful words of the poem stopped Mina´s steps. She turned back to Vlad.
"Do I know you?"
"We have met many years ago. I am Prince Vlad of Transylvania."
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AN: Sorry that I didn´t find the real poem Vlad read to Mina.