A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first two chapters of this story, please review; seeing reviews make me very happy. Here is where the Italian starts, since Serefina comes is from Italy, so please don't totally freak out, because it isn't perfect, the translations will be in end author's notes.

~Cassi

Demetri's POV

Demetri stood there dumbfounded. Had he heard Marcus correctly? He shook his head to clear his thoughts before speaking. "My soul mate?" He didn't quite understand. Marcus simply nodded. "Are you sure?"

"Do you doubt my gift?" Marcus returned.

"No, of course not Master," Demetri answered quickly. He still couldn't believe what he was hearing. His soul mate? He had started to think that he was never going to find his soul mate, then again, he had been around for about one thousand years.

"I suggest you go find her before Aro does," Marcus said.

"I don't know how to find her again," Demetri replied.

"Demetri, you're not on the guard for your mediocre tracking skills. I'm sure you can find her again," Marcus encouraged.

"All right, I'm going to find her," Demetri responded with a nod. After a few more moments they returned to the safe house.

"Ah, Demetri, feeling better?" Aro greeted.

"Yes Master," Demetri replied.

Aro held out his hand for Demetri to take. Demetri took Aro's hand and Aro read his thoughts. After a moment Aro dropped Demetri's hand.

"Well, in that case, I'm going with you," Aro responded.

"Master, do you think that is the best idea?" Demetri asked.

"It can't hurt," Aro answered.

Demetri knew better than to argue with Aro. "Of course Master," he relented.

Demetri and Aro immediately set out for New York City, and soon came across the place where he pushed the girl into the alley. Demetri sniffed the air and followed her scent. He followed it to a small apartment, and they quietly slipped inside. Demetri and Aro snooped around the apartment, it was small, but well-kept. Her computer was on and Demetri checked the history, he froze when he saw she had been looking up stuff about vampires.

Aro came up behind Demetri."Oh no, this won't do," Aro said.

"Master, she doesn't know, she just think she knows," Demetri replied.

Aro heard a heartbeat come from the bedroom, he perked up and then he rushed in, Demetri was at his heels. When they went in they found a petite girl that was fast asleep.

"Demetri, your memories don't do her justice, she is much prettier in person."

"Master, I don't know about this," Demetri responded.

"It's all right Demetri, besides, it's either she comes back to Volterra with us or she is to be made a meal, the choice is yours," Aro said.

"Let's take her back to Volterra," Demetri replied. He didn't want to see his soul mate killed. There was an unspoken, but very understood, rule in the vampire world: don't mess with another vampire's soul mate; and if something happened to her...he didn't know what he would do.

"We will be leaving the day after tomorrow, you are to stay here and make sure she doesn't leave," Aro responded.

"Yes Master," Demetri said.

Serefina's POV

The sound of people talking woke Serefina up. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. She reached for her lamp that sat on her nightstand and turned it on. Standing by the door were two men. One of them was the man who tried to kill her in the alley earlier. Serefina gasped loudly and the two men turned to face her.

"Hello dear one," said the shorter of two.

Serefina's eyes widened.

"Don't be afraid my dear," said the same man who had spoken previously.

"What are you doing here? Who are you?" Serefina asked, her thick Italian accent coming through.

In the blink of an eye the man was in front of her and he sat down on the bed next to her. She scooted away from him.
"Now now my dear, there is no reason to be scared." Suddenly the man grabbed her hand. He sat there silently for a few moments before speaking. "Your name is Serefina Rose Romano, you are twenty two-years old, you have lived in Rome nearly your whole life. You came here to get an education for yourself. You're pursing a degree in Criminal Justice. You hope you can one day make enough money to bring your whole family over so you can rescue them from poverty. You have five siblings, the youngest of which you have never met. You came here when you were nineteen."

Silence filled the room.

How does he know this? Serefina asked herself.

"Did I miss anything dear one?" the man questioned.

"No," Serefina answered so softly, that it was inaudible to humans ears.

"You are wondering how I know this," the man said as he dropped her hand.

"Yes," Serefina replied, her voice trembling slightly.

"With a single touch I can read every thought you have ever had from the time you were born to the time I touch you, including ones you have completely forgotten about," the man responded.

Serefina found this extremely creepy. She gave a shudder. "What are you doing here?"

"I read in Demetri's thoughts that you had a run-in with him earlier," the man said motioning the other standing by the door. "And Demetri has done something wrong."

"What?" Serefina asked. She had no idea what was going on. All she wanted to do was to go back to sleep and to forget everything that had happened earlier that night. She really hoped she was dreaming, but in the back of her mind she knew that she wasn't.

"He didn't kill you," the man answered. Serefina's hand flew to her throat. "But it seems he is quiet taken with you, that's why he couldn't kill you."

What are these men? They are not human. Are they vampires? Serefina thought to herself.

"I see you were doing some research on your thing out there." The man motioned toward the living room. "And you're right, we're vampires."

Serefina gasped in fear and scooted further away.

"You two make such a lovely couple. Both of you are quiet, smart and have similar looks."

Serefina looked at the man by the door, they did have similar features. Perhaps, he's Italian too.

"It seems Demetri has found his soul mate in you."

"Soul mate?" Serefina asked as she tilted her head. She didn't quite understand.

"Yes, he feels the same way I felt when I first met my mate, Sulpicia," the man answered.

"Mate?" Serefina questioned. Instead of becoming enlightened, she felt even more confused.

"The term you humans would use is wife," the man said.

"Oh, well, I hate to...oh, how to the Americans put it?" She thought for a moment. "Oh yes...burst your bubble, but I'm not looking for anyone right now."

"That's a pity, but Demetri is quite likeable, I'm sure in time you will grow to like him," the man responded.

"You know who I am. Who are you?" Serefina said.

"Oh, where are my manners? My name is Aro dear one."

"Piacere," Serefina replied.

"Ll piacere è tutto mio," Aro responded. "I hate to run out like this, but I must go. Demetri, remember what we talked about, she is not to call anyone, and she is not to leave here. We are leaving the day after tomorrow," Aro looked at the clock sitting on her bedside table. "Actually, tomorrow. She is yours to do what you please. Arrivederci." And then in a blink of an eye, he was gone.

When Aro told Demetri he could do whatever he wanted with her, he looked her up and down. Serefina crossed her legs; she didn't want to get raped, and Demetri caught it. He came over and sat next her on the bed.

"No, I may be a lot of things, but a rapist I am not, I'm not going to take what is not given to me, in regard to sexual matters," Demetri said. Serefina scooted away. He could tell she wasn't comfortable with him being as close to her as he was. "So, your name is Serefina?"

"Yes," she answered.

"That's a very beautiful name, by the way, I'm Demetri."

"I kind-of figured that out by myself," she said.

"You're from Rome?" he asked.

"Yes, where are you from?" she replied.

"I was born in Greece, but I've lived in Italy for a very long time," he responded.

"Oh," she said.

"What's wrong, you seem upset by that fact," Demetri replied.

"When I do look for a man, I'm going to be looking for a man who is full-blooded Italian like I am. It is very important to me that I keep the blood line of my family pure," Serefina said.

"Oh," Demetri replied.

"How old are you?" Serefina questioned.

"Realistically or the age I was immortalized at?" Demetri inquired.

"Both," Serefina responded.

Demetri thought for a moment. "Realistically, I am about 1,000 years old and I was immortalized at 25," Demetri said. Suddenly Serefina yawned. "Why don't you get some sleep, you're tired."

"No, not with you in here," Serefina replied.

"I promise, I won't do anything," Demetri responded.

"I don't trust you," Serefina said.

Demetri got up and stood by the door. "Is this better?"

"I suppose, but you better not try anything," Serefina replied.

"I won't," Demetri responded.

Slowly, but surely, Serefina fell asleep.

Demetri's POV

When Demetri was sure Serefina was asleep he went and sat on the bed next to her. He couldn't bring himself to leave her. Demetri stroked Serefina's cheek gently. She was absolutely perfect in his eyes. She looked like an angel when she slept, she was very peaceful and calm. For several hours Demetri just sat there and admired Serefina. At one point, in her sleep, Serefina snuggled closer to Demetri and he didn't know what to do, so he just sat as still as he could. Finally he could bring himself to leave her. Before getting up he planted a gentle kiss on Serefina's forehead. He walked to the door and stood there for a moment.

"Sweet dreams, il mio angelo."

A/N: What a sweet ending! I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I did writing it. Here are the translations for what was said in Italian, mind you they might not be exact. While I know Demetri's gift more has to do with the tremors in people's minds, I think he would be able to track people by their scents as well, but that's just my opinion. Please review!

Piacere: Pleasure
Il piacere è tutto mio: The pleasure is all mine
Arrivederci: Good-bye
Il mio angelo: My angel

Until next time!

~Cassi