A/N - I'm Ba-ack! Did you guys miss me? Sorry for not updating in awhile, its been a bit crazy at home lately. But, here I am. This chapter we see the return of Demetri's POV (YAY! I do enjoy writing as Demetri).

crazyladywithashovel: Well, well, someone is clever aren't they? Oh, and just to tell you, major plot twist coming up... NOW!

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finger craker: They just took up the life style. Though never rule out the return of the Cullens... dun dun dun! I will write the end before I decide about the sequel, though it probably won't be possible due the ending I have in store.

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Chapter 26 – Search Party

Demetri POV

I missed her with every breath I took. Though time passed I felt numb inside, as if I was dead for a second time and staying that way. Nothing seemed real without her, no love or happiness, just sadness, loneliness and pain.

Natalie…

My beautiful, wonderful angel. Gone. I tried not to picture her face, but as always, my mind brought her features into my thoughts. Was my own mind taunting me now? This was probably some kind of reflection of the hatred I felt for myself, for lying and losing the only woman I had ever truly loved.

I sighed and looked out of the window, back into the square. It was busy today, despite the clouds covering the sky, streaking it shades of silver, white and steely grey. I studied the many faces of swarming humans.

Heidi would be out there soon, finding some more unsuspecting victims for today's hunt. I certainly wouldn't be participating. I had only hunted once since returning from Forks and my mind was finding the practice of hunting humans more and more unethical.

I let my eyes trail around the crowd, searching for Heidi and the humans she would lead to their deaths. No one escaped the Volturi when we hunted, with only one exception.

I froze as I spotted a face in the crowd and I was instantly alive with a fierce kind of hope. I watched the girl closely as she weaved through the hordes of people, a worried expression on her familiar face.

She looked so similar to my Natalie, same dark hair and pale skin, even the same worried expression. But that was not why she looked so familiar, I searched my mind briefly trying to find an explanation. They had to be related somehow, they could look that similar and not be, surely?

Then I remembered.

I had a brief flashback to a time so long ago, when Natalie was still a living, breathing human girl. To the time when I brought her the picture of her family, mum, dad, her and her sister – Ysanne.

I was out of the underground chambers in a flash, pausing only to glare hatefully at Gianna as she smiled coyly at me from behind a mirror. I was reminded of her new plan, one that most certainly wasn't secret, though she thought it was.

She intended to make a vampire get her pregnant. Ever since we had returned from the disaster that had been the immortal child incident she had been set on seducing one of the guard. Worse still, she seemed to think I would be the unlucky man for the job.

I shuddered as I ran through the streets to the square, I had slowed to a human pace now. I walked past an ornate fountain of some kind of cherub holding two little objects in it's marble hands. I knew it well, Marcus had made sure of that.

I searched for Natalie's sister as soon as I reached the square, she stood out from the sea of faces. I walked towards her slowly, not wanting to scare her. She was sat on a bench, head in her hands.

I tapped her once on the shoulder, just as I had done with her older sister. She looked up and her face, less similar to my angel's now I was closer, was streaked with tears. I shut off my breathing, using the air in my lungs to speak.

I cut straight to the point. "Excuse me, do you by any chance know a Natalie Sharpe?" I asked her hopefully, her eyes shone with hope through her tears.

"Yes! She's my sister, have you seen her?" She asked me. Her voice was rough from crying and her tone filled with hope and pain. A strange combination, I thought. It was then that I remembered.

Ysanne thought her sister was dead.

I cleared my throat and sucked in a breath; this was going to take a lot of explaining.

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