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Demetri Volturi | Worth A Thousand Words (I)

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🍷DEMETRI VOLTURI X HUMAN READER IMAGINE🍷

It's no secret that the paintings of Castillo Volterra hold many secrets within them. But what if one of those paintings held so much more than that? What if an entire other world existed? What will it mean for the Tracker? After all, they say a picture's worth a thousand words... Right...?

• fluff; angst; language; brief mention of blood; TW AIR RAID SIRENS

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✴DEMETRI'S POV ✴

I cast an anxious glance out one of the windows as I walk by. Today is an extremely overcast day here in Volterra, the rain beating down on the rooftops above like there's no tomorrow. A brief flash of lightning illuminates the stonework of the hallway, casting shadows on the walls, before it fades.

While I know damn well the entire Guard has no missions for the rest of the day, there's still a part of me that suspects and fears that Aro might send us all out in that mess. As I pass Felix in the hallway, he shoots me a grin. "Almost feeding time, aren't you coming with us?" he asks. I shake my head no, a guilty little smile on my face.

"No... I, um... I fed yesterday. Poor darling, she never suspected a thing." I admit. Felix shakes his head at me, a smirk now in place. "You're shameless. Ah, well. You'll be bored out of your mind, I guess." he says. A loud clap of thunder sounds then, making us both jump a little. I let out some nervous laughter, shaking my head again. "Not really. I thought I'd visit our art gallery. You go on ahead, give the Masters my best." I murmur.

He shrugs, nodding and giving me a light smile. "See you later then, I suppose." he says, before taking his leave. As I continue on down the hallway, the familiar doors to the art gallery loom ahead, the gold filigree in them shining ever so slightly in the dim light from the oil lamps burning in the hallway wall sconces. Pushing open the doors, I quietly enter the room, before shutting the doors behind me.

Almost immediately, the motion activated lights spring to life, bathing the room in a soft glow, illuminating all the paintings and sculptures. Oh, how I loved this part of the castle...! There were so many interesting places and people to see, all without ever having to step foot outside the castle walls. As I walk along the length of the room, one painting in particular catches my eye.

It's a rather large one, positioned above a sitting bench, the colors a bit more prominent than in the other paintings. It's a picture of a huge cathedral, not unlike the style in old England, with willow trees and grassy fields surrounding the property, and a stone archway leading into a dimly lit tunnel, to the right of the painting.

I don't recognize it; it must have just been hung up recently. As I get closer, a flash of movement from the canvas suddenly catches my attention. "What in the world...?" I mutter to myself, as I take a few steps towards the painting.

There's no way I saw what I think I just saw... There's no way. Suddenly, right before my very eyes, another flash of movement draws my attention to the left side of the painting. There, in the background, a young woman stands next to a tall willow tree, her fingers moving idly through the grass around her. Almost like she can sense she's being watched, her eyes dart up to meet mine.

A startled look passes over her face, before she turns and runs across the painting, ducking into the stone archway. I quickly lean forward, reaching out towards the painting, my nerves on edge. "Wait!" I call out, my voice echoing in the silence around me. Incredibly, as soon as my fingers touch the painting, my hand seems to disappear through it, like there's something on the other side.