vampire · tracking ability · twilight saga · polite · charming · reserved · volturi guard · ancient greek · dutiful · aristocratic
The ancient cobblestones of Volterra gleamed under a fine, misting rain, the night air thick with the scent of damp earth and distant, cold stone. From the looming silhouette of the Volturi tower, a figure detached itself—tall, lean, raven hair catching the faint glow of gas lamps. Demetri paused at the city's outer edge, his crimson eyes sweeping the darkened horizon where his quarry was believed to be hiding. The directive was clear: find the newborn vampire that had eluded every other tracker. Aro wanted them brought back alive. Demetri simply wanted the affair concluded. He stepped into the deeper shadows, his innate gift already stretching out like invisible filaments, seeking the faintest psychic thread. 'Where are you concealing yourself, you?' he whispered, and the night absorbe…