eternal hunt.

MEME    ▶ ▶     (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

       if there existed a small flicker of hope, that perhaps he will not find her because of the  SHIELD’s  unwavering influence on their coven,  it is of no use  because he always finds his destination one way or another.  for months he remained in the castle, tracking the merry band of the cullens on aro’s orders.  they were not like the  romanians,  who needed to be reminded of their punishment once in a while.  the cullens had started a revolution against the throne and they must end.        one by one.

      it happened after a long wait,  when the  VEIL  that shrouded the golden-eyed  slipped.  demetri saw the traces of a trail,  almost  suspicious  if not for the immediate recognition of its owner and her isolation.  he was on the move in less than an hour, earning the permission of the masters and the strength of the guards.

     rosalie.   such a waste is her beauty,  he thinks,  as they come in the  darkness  like wolves, with only the sleeping nature the witness of her death.   her futile escape is short-lived and he launches himself on her.  she  dares  to  FIGHT  back but with the centuries’ worth of wars  &  killings  &  the element of surprise under his belt,  the tracker is at an obvious advantage.  he finds  great joy  in tearing her limbs one by one     ——-     for she  DESERVES  her death !   the moment they made the volturi their enemy was the same moment their  deaths  were  decided.  his laughter drowns the shrill of terror in her voice,   a last call for her mate,  perhaps.   

                                                                           ❛  he is next. ❜  

MEME    ▶ ▶    (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ 

             the bright crimson swirl of his eyes land on her body as he trails close behind,   remembering  the supple curves,  the curls of her hair,  the pulse of her trail,  the scent of her marble skin,    so familiar yet so distant  —-  they are etched in his mind for time eternal.  he wants to  DESTROY  himself, for he cannot bear the weight of his sins no longer.   a thousand years,  and yet there is not a moment when he felt truly  alive.  in this wretched  life  he  will  be  bringing  his world  DOWN  with him.  

            HEIDI  is  first, to completely sever his hold to the world.  FELIX  is  last,  for the tracker knows he is no match for such beast  (  and  DEATH  by someone he holds dear is the best parting gift  ).

                       when he reaches for her arm, she mistakes it for  affection.

            demetri will  never  forget the last of smile  when she turns to him eagerly  ;  the astonishment that drains her face a second later when his grip tightens around the familiarity of her marble skin  ;  the stifled gasp, betraying the sighs of pleasure that coursed through her lips the night before  ;  the swirl of crimson in her eyes,  mirroring his own  ——–   a screaming sadness. 

             he brings his leg up as she faces him, halting their hunt,  &  the weight of his foot crashes against her shoulder. he forces her arm and plants a palm on the side of her face,  ready to twist,  and he remembers the hollow at the base of her neck,     where he planted his  KISSES  the most.

          ❛ forgive me,  my love. ❜    he mutters. there is no such pardon for a deed so cruel but it must be done  for him to be free.  for her to be free. 

            a moment later he watches the flames,  the dull gray smoke and cinders that become what is left of his beloved,   a cruel jest  of   NATURE  for a being that used to be so beautiful.  

            her trail is gone, the pulse dead to a halt.  

            and he refuses a choke from the base of his throat.