They were both outcasts from society.
Neither fitting in, even on the outskirts of society.
They were both unchanging, both so immovable from time.
Both immortal, both living so long.
So far it was 157 years, neither knew how long it was going to last.
One had the gift of immortality, the other the gift of vampirism.
The last of the Five.
She build a network working to help abnormal creatures, he build electrical devices to advance the world.
But they were so lonely, living so long. They had lived longer than any friends they might gain, and would do so for the foreseeable future.
They kept the secret of their friendship from everybody. She only told a few people, he telling none.
Their lives were twined together for all eternity.
Just like string.
Twisting and turning and unravelling and thickening and changing.
Forever.
They would never be the cleanest white on a page of paper, nor the darkest black that you would find in a forest in the middle of the night.
They would always be different yet always the same. They would always be together.
If only they could realise that!
They would admit something to the other and the other would know already. They knew each other too much to keep secrets.
Change.
Change would always happen. But not to them.
They would always be the same.
She thought it was a curse.
He thought it was a blessing.
They countered each other out.
And that would always happen.
For eternity.
And in the cosmos in the future, they would tell others what had happened to them in their personal past.
And that would change.
But what would change is that they were still Outcasts.