Edward had been distracted by the sudden arrival of the Volturi army, but as son as he had a quiet moment of stillness, he focused on the one mind that he most hated, Demetri's.

The tracker's mind was definitely focused at the moment. However, it wasn't concentrated on what Edward had expected: battling either one of the members of the vampire families or a wolf… no. His mind was focused only on one thing… a scent, actually.

Edward's own nostrils flared as he was immersed into Demetri's cold mind…

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Demetri was still tracking the barely noticeable human scent… the girl's… the WEAPON's. He was also using the glimpse he'd gotten of the girl's mind in the forest, where he'd faced her for a moment.

These stupid rogue clans believed that the disgusting smell of a wolf could stop him? Well, they were in for a surprise… Soon, they'd see that Demetri could track anything, no matter what they did… and he never gave up, not when he was on a mission, anyways.

Demetri inhaled deeply as he continued running. The delicious smell of human blood clouded his mind, and caused him to smack his lips appreciatively. Soon, he would taste her blood… and it would overrun his senses, and flow down his throat, assuaging the persistent burning sensation that lurked in there no matter what the hunter did.

Of course, he wasn't supposed to drink her dry. No. His masters hadn't allowed him that. However, he was allowed to infect her with the vampire venom. In other words, transform her.

Sure, Demetri and his masters knew that there was a possibility that the tracker would lose his mind as soon as he got that first taste of wet, crimson blood… yet, he was trusted enough to know that he probably wouldn't kill her. Demetri was more controlled that the average vampire, mostly because of his age and education.

A great part of his training had focused on the art of blending in… and act that couldn't be achieved if he went mad at the mere whiff of blood.

After so many years, Demetri had learned how to take only a bite, and not drain a victim. And that was a great feat in itself. Not many vampires were strong enough to manage it, but Demetri was.

That strength, along with his tracking and battle skills, made him virtually indestructible.

The wind slapped Demetri in the face, teasing. It told him that his prey was only a short distance away.

Finally, the tracker got the long coveted view of the small group that traveled before him. And there she was, the target, the eventual doom of all those who opposed the Volturi.

The girl was being carried by a blond vampire with a slightly desperate look on her face.

Behind them traveled one of those awful mutts, doing his best to mask the human smell with his own stench. It would have been a very effective plan, if it hadn't been Demetri who was tracking them.

Demetri's lips curled into a sneer as he prepared to launch his attack.

The sound of the human's heartbeat excited his senses.

This is going to be fun, he thought, as he leapt.

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Edward snarled violently as he saw Sadie in Demetri's mind. Having listened to the tracker's mind for the past minute and a half, Edward knew that their carefully structured plan had been a complete bust.

Unfortunately, no one could read his own mind, which meant that he had no way of warning anybody about the impending danger.

For a moment, Edward wished he had his daughter's power, but was torn out of his and everybody else's thoughts as another vampire warrior attacked him.

Edward blocked his opponent's moves almost automatically, casting his mind far and wide to find a way out of his current dilemma.

With a savage wrench, he tore the other vampire's head clean off at the neck, and tossed it away. He had to incapacitate his opponent as fast as he could to go and save Sadie and her protectors.

The headless vampire groped out, reaching for Edward, its arms outstretched.

Edward grabbed his enemy's hands in both of his own, planted his foot firmly on the other's torso, and pulled harshly. With a sound of grating metal, seeming like it was echoing because of the same noises coming from the surrounding battle, both arms were torn from the body.

Tossing the severed limbs away, Edward made sure that nobody saw him as he headed into the woods, tracking the great tracker himself.

(A/N) Yeah, I know it's a really short chapter, but the ending just felt right, ya know? And, besides, I'm keeping my promise. An update a month. Anyways, hoped you liked this chapter, and that special insight into Demetri's mind. I know I enjoyed it, he's such a fun character to write down!

Catty: You forgot the stupid disclaimer again!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, at all. I only own Sadie and Mark from this chapter... the rest all belong to Stephenie Meyer!