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Demetri Volturi | Worth A Thousand Words (VI)

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🍷DEMETRI VOLTURI X HUMAN MATE IMAGINE🍷

Now that the Masters found out and burned down the painting, Demetri is left feeling more hopeless than ever. But after narrowly escaping the burning remnants of London with your life on the line, will you be able to help the Tracker revert back to normal again? Or will the flames have caused too much damage...?

• angst; fluff; language

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✴DEMETRI'S POV ✴

I force myself to walk through the hallways, the emptiness in them a stark, loud echo of the abyss contained within my heart at this moment. Nothing feels right, anymore... Not now that Y/N is gone. It's like every bit of light she awoke in me has been snuffed out, all at once. Everything feels like a terrible dream, the lucid kind... The kind where it all seems so real, you wish you could just shut it all out, and wake up from it.

My eyes ache and burn with unshed venomous tears, my throat feeling very much dry with the lack of words I have to scream or shout in this moment. As I pass by one of the windows, a ragged sigh slips past my lips. I bet Y/N would have loved the view from these windows... The way the city seemed to stretch out forever in all directions...

A low groan leaves me as I choke back a quiet sob, clenching my jaw against the heartache. As I continue to walk, I find myself aimlessly wandering in the direction of Marcus' private quarters. The memory of his sad expression haunts my thoughts, awakening a new kind of pain in me. A lone tear escapes and rolls down my face as I stagger over towards the door to his study, my heart aching.

Before I can raise my hand to knock, the door slowly opens, revealing Marcus standing there. He regards me with a solemn expression, nodding once at me. "I was wondering when I would see you. Your presence was to be expected." he murmurs softly. He beckons me inside, and I follow him, shutting the door behind me and leaning against it.

He motions for me to sit in one of the armchairs, but I shake my head at him. "...Why did they do it?" I ask quietly. He seats himself behind the large oak desk, leaning back and watching me for a minute. When he speaks, his voice is so low, no human would have been able to hear it. "They did it out of fear, my boy." he answers.

Fear?? The very notion that they would have anything to fear from Y/N is almost amusing. A sad smile passes over my face before disappearing again. "What the hell could they possibly have had to fear?" I whisper, slumping down to the floor in defeat and letting my head rest against the door. "They already have everything. Why would they fear anything?" I add, letting out a weak laugh.

Marcus remains quiet and pensive for a moment, before meeting my gaze. "They fear that if you stray too far, you will leave us." he answers. I laugh again, shaking my head at him. "No. The only thing that would ever make me leave is the one thing they've already done. They've torn my mate away from me. They have another you on their hands now." I murmur. Marcus regards me with a rueful smile, folding his hands in front of him.

"I will choose to let that remark pass, seeing as you speak from a place of great pain right now. But hear this, if you will. My boy, this is not the end of things." he says softly. What is he getting at?? Of course this is the end... I no longer have my sweet Y/N by my side. "You don't understand. That girl was everything to me, and they've taken her. They've taken every last chance I might've had at happiness, and snuffed it out, so cruelly." I whisper.

Marcus regards me with a knowing look, another small smile on his face. "Demetri, my dear boy. I might know better than any one of us here, what that feels like." he reminds me. I nod, the memories of all the stories he once told me about his former mate, Didyme, running through my mind. "It is true, what they say. Grief can change a person. But you should consider yourself lucky, my boy." he murmurs.