A/N: After watching New Moon, I can't help but think that Demetri is HOT! And his accent was to die for. So, it resulted in this lovely little fic! Not over yet, more chapters to come.

Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to the lovely Stephenie Meyer. No characters except for Anna belong to me.

ENJOY!!!

After last night's events, Demetri was feeling hollow and oddly cold. How could this happen? He knew the rules: don't kill humans in Volterra. But that girl… she was just so mouthwatering and beautiful and she just happened to be strolling by the castle at sundown. He had caught her scent quickly and made sure that he had been in her line of sight.

She nearly toppled over when she saw him, lithe and graceful, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and an enticing look on his face. Oh yes, Demetri knew that his sexual prowess was more than enough to lure any person close enough to become his prey.

She made eye contact with him and surprisingly didn't flinch at all at the shocking color of his eyes. He beckoned her closer with one of his fingers and she obliged him.

"Here, kitty kitty." he cooed, watching with great pleasure as she made her way towards him.

Once she was close enough, he closed the distance between them in a millisecond and took her face in his hands, taking in her delicious scent.

"That's right, love."

It was such an overpowering fragrance, he had never experienced anything like it before in his life. Demetri leaned in and took a whiff of her hair, taking the time to kiss her neck eliciting a moan from her. Oh, how he loved it when his prey moaned. It made the kill so much more sensual and therefore, more enjoyable. For him, at least.

He tilted his head as if examining her, wondering what she would taste like. Heavenly, I'm sure. What a shame. She sure is beautiful. But her beauty could not overshadow the pleasant scent that radiated from her.

"Oh, Darling. Forgive me…" he whispered into her ear, relishing the goosebumps that settled there. He could feel her fear but she was more intrigued by him than afraid.

"Anything." he stopped, mid-bite when he heard her angelic voice. Her eyes had closed and she was basically accepting death, as long as he was the one to deliver it. It was like that most of the time but Demetri couldn't shake why this time was different.

He pushed her away roughly, hard enough to send her to the ground, and he hurried back inside the castle to find Aro. He had never, not once, stopped mid-hunt. Especially when his prey was right there for the taking.

"Demetri!" Aro clapped his hands together. "How lovely to see you."

"The same to you, Master." he said, avoiding Aro's gaze.

"Is something wrong? Come." Demetri was used to this command by now. All he had to do was give Aro his hand, all his thoughts laid out before him.

"Ah." Aro breathed. "What strength you have! How remarkable, Demetri. Not even I would have been able to accomplish so much."

"My throat aches for her. But I…" he stopped, not wanting to confuse himself. No. This is nothing but bloodlust. The next time I see her, or smell her, rather, she's done.

Aro reached for him once more. "No, my good friend. You should not have to wait. Seek her, as it is your gift. Felix will get her out of the city and she will be yours for the taking. Felix?"

The bulky vampire came to stand next to Demetri.

"Yes, Master." they replied in unison before bowing out.

He sighed, not wanting to remember that day. Ever since then, Demetri rarely ever left the safe confines of the Volturi castle. Everything he ever needed was there. That, and he did not want to risk running into her again.

Most importantly, he had a fresh supply of food, courtesy of the lovely Heidi. Ah, Heidi. The beautiful vixen that lured all of the unsuspecting humans to what would be their last breath; their meals. She was beautiful, there was no denying that, but she really did need to stop fawning over him. Sure, he had tried to be with her before. It lasted about a week, maybe two. It was over a hundred years ago and she still hadn't given up. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to her. She was the object of desire of every man in the Volturi. Felix had tried his hand at gaining her heart, as well as the higher three: Aro, Marcus, and Caius. And those had their own wives but Heidi was a temptress and she praised herself for it. After all, they all owed her very much for without her beauty, they would be starving… weak.

And Jane… Demetri had always found her to be rather annoying, to be perfectly honest. All the women in the Volturi were stunning, to be sure, but none ever caught his attention for non-physical characteristics. Even the human at the front desk, what was her name? Gina, Gianna…? No matter. Even she was more interesting than the lot he was forced to spend most of his time with. And so he coveted the times when Aro would order him on this mission or that, to retrieve someone by using his unparalleled tracking abilities.

As was not the case today. Today, Demetri simply felt like having some time to himself away from the mediocrity of the minds of the Volturi. They were all intelligent and made for good conversation but something was missing for him and he had yet to figure out what it was. His mind refused to believe that it could be love.

Love wasn't something tangible for someone like him, always waiting on Aro hand and foot. Might as well marry him, he thought, laughing to himself before stopping to realize that he hadn't laughed in a long time. Five-hundred and twenty-six years he had been with the Volturi, forever stuck at age twenty-three. Going out into Volterra was his only way of getting away from the rest of the Volturi. And only at night, of course, to avoid the risk of Volterra's human inhabitants ever finding out the truth about what lay beneath the cobblestoned city streets and beyond the marbled walls.

It was two in the morning and no one should have been out and about but Demetri quickly caught the scent of a human. Aro would not be happy about this. Except the human was getting closer at a faster rate and he could hear its heart beating furiously fast.

"Oh, thank God!" she shouted, when she saw him and ran into him, clutching his arms rather tightly. "We have to go, there's something terrible, I can't…" And her terrified eyes soon grew wide.

Demetri sensed another vampire… Felix. He sighed at the poor girl. She must have seen the resemblance between him and her attacker. And then he realized she was the same girl he'd met three years ago. More mature now, and even more beautiful… His grip on her tightened as he pushed her behind him.

"Oh, it's you. What are you doing?" Felix asked, bewildered by Demetri's behavior.

"Nothing. Just…" And he really did have no explanation as to why he was shielding the human girl behind him. Oh, her blood did smell divine. And then it hit him. La tua cantante, Aro had once said of Edward Cullen's Bella. Could it be that this girl, this human, could be to him what Bella is to Edward? "I didn't think you'd share." he replied, smirking.

Felix laughed, a bellowing sound that filled the streets. The girl shrank behind Demetri, still breathing heavily. "Well then, since you caught her, I suppose I'll just wait until Heidi's batch comes in tomorrow. Enjoy, my friend." And with that, Felix was gone, most likely back to the castle that they called home.

Demetri disentangled the girl from his arms and took a good look at her. He had only noticed her beauty that night, not the specifics. She was rather pale with medium-length dark brown hair and the most gorgeous amber eyes. But she wasn't a vampire, as he could easily tell from the flush of her cheeks, the incessant beating of her heart, and the smell of the blood that coursed through her veins. So delectable…

"You're with him." she said, her accent clearly American. Now what would a pretty American girl like this be doing in the streets of Volterra at night? For the second time. Did you not learn your lesson, my dear?

He stepped back from her, not wanting to risk killing her for a taste of her heavenly divine blood. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Your friend seems to think otherwise."

"Felix." he said with a smirk. "My dear, I am not like Felix in any way. And while I am sure that his intentions were to cause you harm and that he believes I will do the same, I can assure you that I won't."

She eyed him up and down. "What are you?"

"I think who are you is a more appropriate question. My name is Demetri." he purred, still as sensual as ever. "And you?" he asked, holding out his hand to her.

"Anna. Anna Marie Harding." She hesitantly took his hand, shuddering at its temperature.

His eyes narrowed. "Mmm, Anna." His head whipped up as he caught Felix's thought patterns, wondering why there were no cries for help from Demetri's prey. "Scream". Demetri ordered her, his bright red eyes looking deep into hers.

Anna stumbled back a bit, confused and frightened. "W-what?"

"Scream. Scream like you're in agony." Why wouldn't this damn girl listen to him? This was for her own benefit.

She looked left and right. "I'll wake everyone, I…"

And he could see that he would have to take matters into his own hands and so he crouched down, like a predator ready to spring on its prey, bared his teeth, and growled menacingly. That was enough to do the trick and before he knew it, Anna was running from him and screaming in a panic.

In less than a second he was next to her, his ice-cold hand covering her mouth. "Shhh, good. Good kitty." And then the memory flooded back to her.

That night, one she had once regarded as a dream (although nightmare seemed more appropriate), the one where her entire being melted at the touch of this… this man? Was he even a man? He didn't seem human. Just… astoundingly beautiful. And cold. And frightening. Yes, fear instead of bewilderment was what she should be feeling.

With that, she started thrashing about. There was no telling what he would do to her this time! Last time he'd attacked her with his mouth. Not that she didn't enjoy it at the time but all that aside, it was wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong and she needed to get away. Now. Before she lost it again.

But her thrashing had no affect on this Demetri character and he simply waited until she stopped.

"You make a sound unless I tell you and I will make you scream. I won't be as kind as I was last time." He waited until Anna nodded and released his tight hold on her.

She began coughing and quickly covered her mouth, fearing that he would be upset with her. She merely saw concern written on his picturesque features, his eyes gazing at her unabashedly.

"Good. You have no idea how absolutely lucky you are, Miss Harding." he explained with a twinge of pain interlaced into his otherwise melodious voice.

She looked at him, almost asking for permission, and spoke softly. "Lucky, Mr…."

"Demetri. Just Demetri." he replied with a crooked smile.

"Demetri." she whispered, testing it out. "May I ask… What was…? I mean and then you… I… I think I'm just very, very confused."

His eyes bore into hers, conflicted. "As it should be. Just know… Volterra isn't what you think it is and I would highly suggest no more midnight escapades. As you can see, they can have dire consequences."

"Who are you, Demetri?" she asked, shaking her head from side to side, not believing what was happening.

"Gone." he whispered, his sweet-smelling breath lingering in her lungs as she closed her eyes. And once she opened them, he really was gone.

"Demetri?!" she shouted, completely ignoring his fair warning. The sudden emptiness at his lack of presence was too much to bear. "Demetri! Come back! You can't just leave me here!"

In the blink of an eye, he returned, looking as menacing as ever. "What…" he let out a feral snarl. "did I tell you about making any noises? You're supposed to be dead and dead people aren't supposed to talk. You want Felix to come back and finish what he started?!"

"N-no." she thought he said he'd make her scream. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind, not from him.

Anna immediately scolded herself for having such crude thoughts about a man that was threatening her.

"Now go home, and forget you've ever seen our faces. Mention this to anyone and… well, you know the rest."

Demetri rushed home and no one was the wiser. Felix was the first to greet him.

"So, my friend. Did you enjoy your singer?" he asked, winking.

Demetri plastered a serene look on his face. "Yes, she was quite delectable. Thank you, Felix."

The rest of the night, he remained in his quarters. The rest of the Volturi would soon find that something was troubling him and once Aro touched him and saw the truth… how he'd lied to Felix over a mere human. Why, he was sure to be punished most severely.

He needed to feed. He was dreadfully thirsty. Heidi really needed to come back soon with fresh supplies. He was starving! And he needed to get Anna's taste out of his mouth and her aroma out of his mind.

An hour later, he decided to take matters into his own hands and caught some campers just outside Volterra. Once he was fully satiated, he returned, dutifully taking his post as the guard.

Anna went home that night frazzled, still in awe of what had happened to her. Who she had met. Or, what she had met, rather. Demetri. The name, however odd, brought her comfort. As did his inappropriate pet name for her, kitty. It was so wrong but coming out of his lovely mouth, with that velvet voice of his… it was hard not to fall for his charms. And her subconscious was telling her that she should be frightened right now but to be honest, she was perfectly elated! Nothing ever happened to her and yet this… this happened. This was real. Whatever it was, it was real and she couldn't help but want more. She liked the way Demetri made her feel, he made her feel wanted. Something she hadn't felt in all her twenty-one years except for a similar night a few years back. And the same person had been involved.

As she drifted off to sleep, she only hoped her dark angel would come back for her someday and if he didn't, she wouldn't heed his warning and would be back on those same streets very soon.