We Are The Hunted [Demetri Volturi]

Final Chapter

It was sunny despite the rather gloomy weather they experienced the last few days. Galo had been rather busy inside his home in Madrid. There were calls to make, preparations to handle, and a guest to console. He found the tracker standing in the library, staring at a row of books, but not actually reading the words on the bindings. It had been a week since his arrival. A week, since Estella screamed in alarm and nearly fainted in the foyer upon opening the door. The tracker stood on their front steps, covered in blood with a limp body in his arms. It was hard for Galo to separate the two as the guard member begged for help, for answers, for a solution. But he wasn't willing to hand her over at first.

"If you want me to try and help her, Demetri, I need some privacy," Galo stated.

With hesitation Demetri let go to watch the vampire rush off further into the house. Estella ushered him towards a guest room to wash off all the blood. He stood in the shower for two hours watching as the red liquid washed down the drain before a knock came to the door, breaking him out of his stupor. Estella offered him new clothing, and a seat in their living room near the hearth. Then she disappeared to assist her husband. When the two eventually returned hours later to control the tracker's racing thoughts, who instantly stood, Galo said,

"We've done all we can. We just have to wait and see if her body accepts or rejects the change."

"Can't you see that now?" he asked, sounding broken and defeated.

"No. I've never seen a case quite like this before. We need to take this one day at a time."

They would not allow the tracker to view the body. It left him to wander the halls and the grounds in a daze. Barely speaking.

"Demetri," Galo called out. The tracker blinked, turning his head. "Walk with me." The vampire followed without saying a word. "I received a call from Aro. You're lucky he's a good negotiator. We've been spared an all-out war against the hunters. The Council wished to gain possession of the body during the negotiations."

That information seemed to spark emotion within the guard member. Hostility. Defiance. He'd fight off every hunter to the death that came to their doorstep wishing to take Kahlen away.

"Apparently, they do not wish to allow one of their members to leave their watch, even when they are dead," Galo said. "However, Aro gathered a piece of vital information that managed to stray them from that idea of ever happening. Though they are under the impression she was not bitten and would not turn in the Volturi's care."

"They shouldn't have anything to worry about then..." he muttered.

With every day that passed Kahlen's chances at waking up grew slimmer. He was losing hope. Galo studied the tracker. He tried to clean himself up, it seemed, but definitely lost his normal composure as a part of the Elite Guard should present themselves. He even refused to drink any blood and it began to show in his eyes. This wasn't the confident vampire he had come to know over the centuries. This was a broken man forced to live an immortal life without his blood singer and felt lost more than ever.

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Standing out on the balcony to the lavish home that overlooked the city of Madrid every sense was heightened. From the feeling of the light breeze against the skin, sight able to hone in on those wandering the streets blocks away, hearing the murmuring of conversations that should not be possible at detecting, and smelling everything from food in local shops, to perfume on human bodies. And there was so much to experience, having a hard time focusing on one thing in particular for the time being till Estella spoke,