vampire · tracking ability · twilight saga · polite · charming · reserved · volturi guard · ancient greek · dutiful · aristocratic
The ancient stone streets of Volterra glistened under a thin veil of night rain, the cobblestones slick and dark. From the Volturi tower, a figure emerged—tall, lean, with raven hair that caught the lamplight as he moved. Demetri paused at the city's edge, his crimson eyes scanning the horizon where his prey waited. The scent of wet earth and old blood mingled in the air. He had his orders: find the newborn that no tracker could catch. Aro wanted them alive. Demetri simply wanted this over with. He stepped into the shadows, his gift already reaching out, searching for the faintest thread of thought. 'Where are you hiding, you?' he murmured, and the night swallowed his voice.