Madara Uchiha in Twilight?

Demetri left for Alaska where they were last seen, and with his vampire speed, he arrived soon.

As he reached Alaska, his tracking abilities immediately picked up their unique mental signatures. They were traveling across North America. He followed them silently, observing quietly...

But something was off.

That hybrid called Nara...

She didn't look like some mutant. She looked like an ordinary human.

She might have fooled others, but not me. I am the best tracker, and her mental signature was unique—especially that inhuman strength hidden beneath her calm exterior, the muscle density betraying her true nature.

But the biggest danger was not her. It was the man called Itachi Uchiha.

A tall man with a fair complexion and piercing black eyes—the unmistakable mark of the Uchiha clan. His face was framed by center-parted bangs extending to his chin, jet-black hair pulled back in a low ponytail, and long, pronounced tear-troughs shadowing his eyes.

His appearance looked innocent enough, but that glance—at me—sent a chill down my spine.

Direct eye contact.

Instinctively, goosebumps rose on my skin, hair standing on end just like when humans sense danger.

But Madara did not attack.

Instead, he watched me with a disinterested look as Nara walked beside Madara. Oblivious to the vampire observing them, they continued their journey.

But I know my orders.

Observe and judge.

So, I continued.

Days passed, and they moved southward, always careful and always alert.

I followed through dense forests, over mountains, and small towns where humans lived unaware of the supernatural world.

Nara's strength became more apparent with each passing day.

She moved with controlled power, crushing boulders with ease when no one was watching, her muscles flexing under her skin like a weapon ready to strike.

Yet she kept her demeanor soft, almost innocent...

Until one day.

When they were camping and Nara left, Itachi said—or Madara in disguise...

"Volturi tracker called Demetri... What do you think about her?"

Demetri's face became a loading screen for a few seconds as he expected confrontation at some point, even ready to sacrifice himself. He didn't really know why either.

But he stepped out of the forest.

And he listened to Aro's advice.

He bowed... politely, elegantly, respectfully.

"Excuse me, I am Demetri, the best Volturi tracker."

"I asked you a question." he replied.

Demetri thought for a few seconds, his face calm, controlled to not show fear in front of that figure.

"Young... and full of potential..."

He just nodded at Demetri's answer as he said to him,

"I need you to send a message to your three leaders... which is that at least for 10 years... you and your kind will not touch her unless necessary. If she dies, so be it. I don't tolerate weak."

He let the words hang heavy in the air.

He nodded slowly. "I will deliver your message."

Madara turned his back to Demetri without fear, walking calmly toward the fire as if the conversation had been formality—not a warning, not a threat.

Demetri vanished into the woods moments later, returning back to Europe, Volterra.

Two Weeks Later – Volterra

The stone corridors of the Volturi fortress echoed with my footsteps as I was summoned into the great hall.

The heavy doors closed behind me with a thud, sealing me into a chamber.

Aro stood waiting patiently, flanked by Marcus and Caius.

"Demetri," Aro greeted, his tone curious as always, like a man about to unwrap a secret.

"We've been expecting your return," said Aro as Caius, confused, raised an eyebrow.

"We did? I thought you said there was a high chance of his death." whispered Caius to Aro's ear, as Aro ignored him and smoothly continued.

"Come. Show me what you saw."

Demetri stepped forward silently and extended his hand.

His pale fingers curled around Aro

A moment passed, and then Aro expression changed.

His smile slowly stiffened.

He had seen everything—the journey, the hybrid girl, and the one called "Itachi." The warning.

Ten years.

A limit.

A demand that can't be refused.

When Aro withdrew his hand, his face was unreadable, and he showed the memories to Marcus and Caius.

Caius, however, was already baring his teeth like a tiger without teeth.

"This is an insult," Caius spat, while Aro said calmly, "I don't know what you expected... He has the high ground advantage here but his personality is familiar—like from that person. Maybe it's in their blood but every Uchiha has the exact same personality. Totally exact."

"Some should be hot-headed, full of rage, melancholy... But every Uchiha has traits like that man... pride, cold, reserved..."

Marcus, the quiet one, said, "Indeed... we have felt this before. Long ago... at that day." He reminisced about the invasion of Madara and how he manhandled them like babies.

Aro said, "Very well... For ten years, the Volturi will observe but not act—not like we have a choice to refuse here."

"But we will prepare..."

10 Years Later...

Year 1862, London, England.

Nara has matured and is fully adult now, her age is 26 and she has grown into a fine beautiful woman,not like she wasnt but she at full potential,indeed. Now they are in a calm, quiet house in London.

While Madara is outside in the backyard sitting on a chair watching nature with his usual unbreakable neutral face expression, Nara entered.

She smirked and leaned against the door frame.

"Hey... I was always curious but you said that my lifespan as a hybrid werewolf was to three centuries... right?"

Madara nodded as he glanced at her from his seated position.

"Yes, why do you ask?" he said coldly, not interested in this talk.

"And you are human, right? You die by age..." she said lowly, almost sadly but she covered it with a light chuckle.

"Well, don't worry. I can take care of myself."

At that, Madara said, "Nara, it's time." As Nara just looked at him and then looked up at sky full of clouds, she smiled acceptingly.

"So it's today, huh? I expected it. Someday... but why can't you stay with me? Until your death of old age."

"Because I don't want to, I have other things to do than babysit a prepared tool. You are sharpened, prepared, stabilized... now you need to enhance yourself through experience, through life experiences and shape yourself."

"A tool, huh?" she repeated calmly. She obviously knew but a tool for what? She didn't know nor was she curious, rather she was thankful that he helped her become who she is now.

And she won't hesitate to help him when needed... which won't be obviously necessary... but I don't think he will need help at all, but I will listen to any request he wants and do it.

Without hesitation.

"When will you leave?" she said, and he responded.

"Now." and he stood up and replied,

"Nara, grow and learn, not just from me, don't limit yourself to one direction."

"You remember all combat teaching from me, not to full mastery like me but that will be fixed with time."

"And another thing... if you ever need help... go to a man called Carlisle Cullen and say Uchiha... and if that won't work, say Uchiha Obito or if you want Denali... go there too,you remember their offer,right?"

"And you won't help me while you are alive?" she replied curiously but noted that Carlisle and Denali coven.

"No." he replied without hesitation.

"Take care of yourself." At last he said and disappeared in a Body flicker Jutsu