THE HUNTER COVEN โ JAMES & VICTORIA X VAMPIRE HUNTER READER
For generations, the bloodline of Y/Nโs family had been steeped in shadow and steel. She belonged to an ancient vampire hunting coven whose roots stretched back centuries a secretive order that treated the pursuit of the undead as both sacred duty and inherited obsession.
Y/Nโs ancestors had been legends within the coven. They had been hunting and studying these creatures for hundreds of years to understand the very root of their existence, and analyse their strengths but also their vulnerabilities. They had been slayers who amassed archives of vampire lore, mapping nomadic patterns, identifying covens, and perfecting methods of extermination.
Some of them had even stood face to face with the Volturi at some point through history, but never had the chance to expose them to the world.
Her father had followed in their footsteps with fanatical devotion, training from childhood in combat, tracking, and the subtle arts of deception against immortal predators, besides being a simple, normal human being.
Her mother, however, had been different. She had married into the coven but never shared the same fire for the hunt as her husband did. She married Y/Nโs father out of affection. And later, after finding out about her husbandโs paranormal activities, bearing their daughter while quietly yearning for a normal life, one where her family could live without the constant threat of fangs in the night.
She participated in hunts only when necessary, always prioritizing safety over glory.
And when Y/N was born, her motherโs priorities sharpened. She wanted nothing more than to shield her only months old daughter from the dangerous world she was going to be raised in.
A few days after Y/Nโs became 3 months old, she went out, just before 12 oโclock, to go to the 24 hour shop near their house, to get some milk to feed her daughter in the morning. She had run out just hours before and knew she wouldnโt have time the next day to go buy some before her newborn would wake up.
It was calm when she got there, it was pretty late, a random Tuesday night, and every other humans was already fast asleep, getting some energy to go to work the next morning.
The buzzing from the white ceiling lights at the shop could almost be heard from outside.
She closed the big, glass fridge and took the carton of milk to the register to go pay.
โ This please.โ she said to the elder woman behind the counter smoking a cigarette that had almost nothing left in it.
The woman sighed and touched some buttons on the register with clear laziness, she was clearly in a bad mood.
โ That will be 2 dollars.โ Her voice sounded raspy from the smoking.
She rapidly put the money on the counter. โ Thank you, have a goodnight.โ
The woman didnโt respond and just lit up a new cigarette. She grabbed the carton of milk and walked out of the shop with a slow pace.
The street was silent, the only sound that could be heard were the crickets from the dark woods nearby. It was just a normal, warm summer night.
She walked patiently, with her eyes on the road ahead of her. But then, her legs just stopped.
She caught the glimpse of a shadow running fast under a yellow-ish street light, just a few meters ahead from her.
She tried to follow it with her eyes, but it was too fast. Like a brisk wind that disappeared within seconds.
Her head turned sideways, trying to analyse if anyone was around, or if she was going crazy and just seeing things because she was tired and it was late at night.
The night air felt suddenly colder, heavier. Her hunter instincts, dulled by years of reluctant participation and motherhood, flared to life.
Another blur. This time to her left, closer. A low, mocking chuckle echoed from the darkness between the streetlights.
โLook at her, James,โ a womanโs voice purred, smooth and dangerous. โStanding there like a lost fawn. So fragile. So tasty.โ
Y/Nโs mother spun around, heart hammering. Two figures materialized from the shadows with inhuman grace.
The man was tall and lean with wild blond hair, his crimson eyes gleaming with predatory excitement, while leaning against the lightpole behind her with a certain nonchalance written in his face. The woman beside him had striking red hair that seemed to burn even in the dim light, her expression one of cold amusement.
James stepped forward slowly, circling her like a wolf savoring the hunt.
โHumans rarely wander alone this late,โ he said, voice dripping with sadistic delight. โ Especially not alone. Tell me, little humanโฆ What are your plans for tonight?โ He looked back at Victoria with an amused smile. โ Maybe we can join in.โ
Victoria moved in closer from the other side, her movements fluid and threatening. She smiled, fangs glinting.
โMmm, sheโs sweet. I can hear her heart racing. Letโs play with her first, James. I want to hear her scream before we feed.โ
Y/Nโs mother backed up slowly, her free hand slipping toward the concealed wooden stake hidden in her jacket. She tried to keep her breathing steady, mind racing. These two were clearly nomads, dangerous, hungry, and treating her like nothing more than prey.
James lunged forward in a blur, stopping just inches from her face. She gasped, stumbling back as the milk carton nearly slipped out of her hands.
โ Come onโฆ run off if you want.โ he taunted, eyes dancing with cruel joy. โ The chase is always better when the prey thinks they have a chance.โ
Victoria laughed softly, a chilling sound that echoed down the empty street.
โSheโs trembling so beautifully. Look at those wide eyes. I wonder how long sheโll last before she breaks. Maybe we drain her slowlyโฆ make it fun.โ
The air crackled with tension. Y/Nโs mother could feel death closing in. The vampires saw her as nothing more than an ordinary, vulnerable human woman, an easy midnight snack. She forced the words out, voice shaking but desperate.
โWait! Donโt kill me. I have a daughter. Iโll do anything. Just let me go home to her.โ
James smiled softly, this information just made it so much better for him. โ Oh thatโs cuteโฆ too bad you donโt really have a choice.โ He was about to throw himself onto the woman, when she pulled out the wooden stake that had been hiding in her lightweight linen jacket.
Both Jamesโs and Victoriaโs eyes turned instantly, the hunger was gone. Now it was pure surprise and a slight amount of confusion.
โ Be careful with your decisions vampire.โ She spoke softly, but demanding.
โ You think because you have a wooden stick you are gonna win from us?โ James laughed amused. โ Itโs two against one honey. And we havenโt fed in days, believe me, you donโt know what we are capable of.โ
โ You donโt have to do this, just listen to me carefully.โ She responded with a certain calm that neither of the vampires expected from her. โ We can make a trade.โ
โA trade?โ he repeated, smirking as he glanced at Victoria. โBold little human. Most just scream or beg. What could you possibly offer us that we couldnโt simply take right now? Speak quicklyโฆ before we get bored.โ
Victoria remained tense and watchful, circling slowly, her red hair shifting as she studied the terrified woman with hungry interest. She clearly saw no threat, only a prey.
Y/Nโs mother took a breath.
โ Iโm part of a hunting clan, my husband is a descendant from The Lumina Sanctum, a clan that has killed your kind for centuries now. If you kill me now, they will easily know it was vampires and will track you down within days.โ
Both James and Victoria looked intrigued and started to sense some kind of danger they normally wouldnโt get from a human. They had heard about this clan, about their encounter with the Volturi, almost exposing their kind to the normal world.
โ We can arrange a trade.โ She continued. โ If you let me go, I wonโt tell a soul of our encounter, nor your presence in the area.โ
Jamesโs smirk faltered for a fraction of a second. He exchanged a quick glance with Victoria, whose playful hunger had shifted into sharp caution. The name Lumina Sanctum clearly carried weight even among nomads.
โSo the rumors are true. There is still an active line of you pests.โ Victoria said with a soft grin.
James stepped back just enough to give her breathing room, though his body remained coiled like a spring.
His amusement had turned darker, more calculating.
โYouโre offering us silence? How generous,โ he said, voice laced with mockery. โBut whatโs to stop us from killing you right now and disappearing before your precious clan even notices youโre gone?โ
Y/Nโs mother swallowed hard but didnโt lower the stake.
โBecause even if you succeed, they will find out. My scent is all over this street. My husband will know the patterns. And when he does, he wonโt stop until every vampire in the region is ash. But if I walk away unharmed tonightโฆ none of that happens. You disappear into the night, and we never cross paths again.โ
Victoria stopped circling. Her red eyes narrowed.
โAnd what else? Youโre not just buying your own life. Youโre a mother. There has to be more to this little bargain.โ
Y/Nโs mother hesitated only a moment before laying out the rest, her voice still steady and with raw honesty.
โ My daughter is only three months old. If anything ever happens to meโฆ if the world I live in catches up to my familyโฆ promise me youโll protect her. Keep her safe when no one else can. That is the full trade. My silence and your freedom now, for her life later if she ever needs it.โ
โ You want us to protect a human vampire hunter?โ James was truly in disbelief about the things the human was demanding from them, it sounded surreal at this point.
โ She doesnโt have to be, I donโt want her to grow up in a world where killing supernatural creatures is her obsession like my husbandโs. So she will never be a danger to you.โ
A heavy silence fell over the deserted street. The crickets continued their song, oblivious. James studied her for a long moment, his sadistic grin slowly returning, though now mixed with reluctant respect for her audacity.
โYouโre either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid,โ he said finally. โButโฆ weโll take it.โ
Victoria gave a single, sharp nod, though her eyes still burned with suspicion.
โWe keep our word, hunter. But remember this: if you betray us, there wonโt be anywhere safe for you or your precious family.โ
The tension broke. James and Victoria melted back into the shadows with the same unnatural speed they had appeared, leaving only the faint echo of their presence and the smell of ozone in the air.
Y/Nโs mother stood there for several long seconds, legs shaking, before she finally turned and ran the rest of the way home, milk carton still clutched desperately in her arms.
But fate, as always, had other plans. Only minutes later, another rogue, newborn nomad would find her.
The attack was brutal and instantly, there was no room for dialogue. The carton of milk fell on the floor next to her as she tried to fight off the creature that was feeding from her, but it was just incredibly strong.
With the last strength she had left in her body she killed it with the wooden stake she had held just minutes before in front of James and Victoria, right through its stone cold heart.
The venom was racing through her body, burning her up from the inside. It was like she was trapped in a house that was set on fire, but instead of feeling like her surroundings were burning, the fire was inside of her body. Her body was just a casket that was experiencing the deepest part of hell.
She had learned about this from her husband, they had heard that this was what a turning felt like. Like you are being eating from the inside and every part of you is turned into ash.
She didnโt go home that night, she couldnโt, not till her transformation was completed. So she hid in the nearby woods for three days. The street beside the woods were filled with flyers, she had seen her husband going into the shop and heard him talk to the lady at the register from a few nights before about her, if she had seen her, if she had said anything that night that would clear up her disappearance.
On the fourth day. She slipped through the front door as quietly as she could, hoping to avoid waking anyone. But the moment the door clicked shut, her husband appeared in the hallway, his face lighting up with pure relief.
โThank God youโre back!โ he exclaimed, rushing forward. โIโve been worried sick. Youโve been gone all these nights. I was about to call the coven for help. Where have you been? Are you alright?โ
Before she could respond, he pulled her into a tight, desperate hug, burying his face in her hair.
Y/Nโs mother stiffened. She tried to return the embrace, but her body felt wrong, unnaturally rigid, her skin like ice.
Her husband froze mid-hug. His arms tightened for a second, then pulled back sharply. His eyes widened in horror as he gripped her shoulders, staring at her face.
โYouโreโฆ ice cold,โ he whispered, voice cracking. โWhy are you so cold? Itโs the middle of summer.โ
She tried to pull away, panic rising in her chest.
โItโs nothing. Iโm just tired. I donโt know what happened, I got lost for some reason... Let me see Y/N, I just want to check on her.โ
But he wouldnโt let go. His trained hunterโs instincts kicked in instantly. He touched her cheek, then her neck, feeling the complete absence of warmth, the unnatural stillness of her pulse. His expression shifted from relief to dawning terror.
โWhat happened to you?โ he demanded, voice rising. โYouโre notโฆ You canโt beโฆ Tell me you didnโtโ-
Y/Nโs motherโs crimson eyes, which she had been desperately trying to hide in the dim hallway light, finally met his. The truth hit him like a stake to the heart.
โThey got to you,โ he breathed, horror twisting into rage. โAfter everything I taught you. After everything our family stands for. You let them turn you.โ
โI didnโt let them!โ she cried, voice breaking as the burning thirst clawed at her throat. โThere was a rogue one after I left the store. I tried to fight, I swear. It was a newborn and it was insanely strong. Pleaseโฆ you have to understand.โ
Her husband staggered back, hand already moving toward the hidden compartment where he kept his weapons. Tears streamed down his face, but his jaw was set with the merciless resolve of a Lumina Sanctum hunter.
โYouโre not my wife anymore,โ he said coldly. โYouโre one of them now. And I wonโt let you endanger our child.โ
The struggle was short and devastating. In her weakened newborn state, disoriented and fighting the bloodlust, she stood no chance. He drove a wooden stake through her heart while she begged for mercy, screaming for her baby.
Then, with grim efficiency, he dragged her body to the backyard and set it ablaze before the sun could rise and finish the job.
When the flames died down, he buried the ashes and returned inside to his sleeping daughter.
To Y/N, he would later say her mother had died in a tragic car accident shortly after she was born. The lie became his truth. The promise made under the streetlight, however, would one day come back to haunt them all.
Y/N had been tracking these two nomads for months now. She had moved to Forks, specifically for this, for them.
She knew the couple of nomads moved around a lot to not expose themselves too much, but they kept within a certain area that she had studied for years.
It was like an obsession to her, just like her dad. With the early passing of her mum, hunting vampires and learning about them, was all her life was based on. Her dad made her intrigued in the subject from an early age, and she developed skills and interest for it in a very intense form. Sometimes it was even scary.
She wanted nothing more than killing vampires, eliminating their kind. Go to the very root of their existence and making them vanish from the planet forever.
Now, deep in a remote cave in the dark and rainy woods of Forks, that obsession had finally borne fruit.
James and Victoria hung suspended from the ceiling by reinforced iron chains, arms wrenched high, legs shackled to the stone floor. Y/N had starved them for days. No blood. No escape. Their eyes burned with crimson hunger and fury.
Y/N circled them slowly, wooden stake in one hand and a blowtorch in the other. The flickering lantern light cast long shadows across the damp walls.
โComfortable?โ she mocked, her voice echoing coldly. โThe great tracker and his fiery mate. How does it feel to be the prey for once?โ
James snarled, straining violently against the chains, muscles bulging with effort.
โYou pathetic little insect. When I get free, Iโm going to make you suffer like Iโve never done with my preys before. Iโll make you beg for the end.โ
Victoriaโs eyes were slits of pure hatred, her red hair a tangled mess.
โYou have no idea what youโve done,โ she hissed. โRelease us now and we might make it quick.โ
Y/N pressed the blowtorch closer to Jamesโs cheek, watching with satisfaction as his skin crackled and blackened at the edges. He roared in pain.
โYouโve slaughtered hundreds,โ Y/N said, voice low and venomous. โFamilies, children. Iโve followed your trail for two years. But I will end this tonight.โ
As she raised the stake toward Jamesโs heart as he suddenly laughed through the agony, a low, ragged, almost delighted sound.
โYou really donโt know, do you? After all this time chasing usโฆ you still donโt who we are.โ
Y/N paused, stake hovering.
โWhat are you talking about?โ
Victoriaโs voice joined in, colder and more controlled.
โYour mother. The night she met us. A warm summer evening. She was carrying a carton of milk for her three-month-old daughter. She thought she could face us alone. Brave little fool.โ
James grinned savagely, eyes gleaming with memory.
โShe pulled a wooden stake on us when I got too close. Told us she had a baby girl waiting at home. Offered us a trade right there on the empty street, her silence about our presence to the Lumina Sanctum, safe passage through the territoryโฆ in exchange for a promise. That if anything ever happened to her, we would protect her daughter. You.โ
Y/Nโs hand trembled. The details were too specific. The milk. The exact age. Things her father had never mentioned.
โYouโre lying,โ she whispered.
โWe donโt lie about interesting hunts,โ James growled. โShe was terrified but fierce. Stood her ground even when Victoria wanted to play with her first. We accepted the deal. We let her walk away alive. The rogue who turned her attacked after we left. Your father found her afterwardsโฆ and burned her for what she had become. Then lied to you about it your whole pathetic life.โ
Y/N slammed the wooden stake into Jamesโs rib, making him screaming out of agony. โ Donโt make up stories about my mother, ever!โ
Victoria smiled amused, the rage in her eyes was for some reason entertaining. โ We donโt lie about our preys.โ
Y/N fastly yanked the wooden stake out of Jamesโs rib making him now grunt of relief.
โ You can either believe us, or kill us. But if you kill us, you will never know the truth about your mother.โ
Y/N started trembling. Her heart raced and her breath shortened. The subject of her mother was incredibly delicate, rarely talked about, yet always surrounded by too many questions and almost no answers. It had been the gaping wound in her life that her father had filled with hatred and purpose instead of truth.
She stepped back, stake still gripped tightly in her white-knuckled hand. The blowtorch lay forgotten on the ground. For several long moments, only the sound of dripping water and Jamesโs heavy breathing filled the cave.
โWhy should I trust anything you say?โ Y/N finally said, voice cracking. โYouโre monsters. You hunt people for sport.โ
James let out a pained chuckle, his crimson eyes still locked on her with that unnerving intensity.
โBecause deep down you already know weโre telling the truth. You feel it. That pull youโve had toward us this whole time. The dreams. The way hunting us feltโฆ different. Even a bit personal.โ
Victoriaโs voice softened just a fraction, though her gaze remained sharp and calculating.
โYour mother was brave that night. She didnโt beg for her own life at first, she begged for yours. A mother willing to bargain with two predators to protect her three-month-old daughterโฆ that kind of desperation leaves a mark. It created something between us. A bond. When she died, it passed to you.โ
Y/N pressed her back against the cold cave wall, trying to steady herself. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, tears of rage, confusion, and a deep, aching grief she had buried for years.
โI spent my whole life hating what you areโฆ because of my dad.โ she whispered. โ He told me vampires are creatures made to end human existence.โ
Jamesโs expression darkened with something almost like sympathy, though it was still laced with his natural sadism.
โ Your father used her death to make you into his perfect little weapon, how pathetic.โ
Y/N slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold floor, stake resting across her knees. She stared at the two chained vampires, her motherโs would-be protectors, her fatherโs greatest enemies, and to herโฆ something else entirely.
โI wonโt free you yet,โ she said quietly after a long silence. โI canโt. Not until Iโm sure. But I wonโt kill you tonight either.โ
She reached into her pack and tossed two fresh bags of blood toward them.
โStart talking. Tell me everything about that night. About my mother. About thisโฆ trade. And donโt stop until I tell you to.โ
James tore into one of the bags with a feral grin, his eyes never leaving her.
โAs you wish, mate. Weโve got all the time in the world now.โ
Victoria accepted her bag more gracefully, but her gaze held the same possessive weight.
โAnd when you finally accept the truthโฆ youโll choose to run with us. Not hunt us.โ
The cave settled into a tense, fragile truce. For the first time in her life, Y/N was listening instead of killing.
A few days later, under the cover of night, Y/N stood in the dimly lit living room of her childhood home. Her father sat in his old armchair, the same one he had occupied for years while filling her head with stories of vampire atrocities. The air was thick with tension.
Y/Nโs voice was steady but laced with barely contained fury.
โTell me the truth about Mom. No more lies.โ
Her father looked up slowly, his face hardening.
โWhat are you talking about? Your mother died in a car accident shortly after you were born. Iโve told you this a thousand times.โ
Y/N slammed the old journal she had taken from his hidden study onto the table between them. Pages detailing Lumina Sanctum protocols for dealing with turned hunters fell open.
โYou burned her,โ she said coldly. โShe was turned by a newborn the same night she went out for milk. She made a deal with two nomads to protect me. And you killed her for it.โ
Her father shot up from the chair, eyes wide with shock that quickly turned to rage.
โHow do you know any of that?! You were never supposed to find out! I protected you from the truth!โ
โProtected me?!โ Y/N shouted. โYou lied to me my entire life! You turned me into a weapon because of your guilt and hatred!โ
The argument exploded. Her fatherโs face twisted with the fanatical devotion she had once admired.
โShe was no longer your mother the moment she was turned! She was a monster. A threat to you, to the coven, to everything we stand for! I did what any Lumina Sanctum hunter would do. I protected our bloodline!โ
He lunged forward and grabbed her arm roughly.
โAnd now that you have found out the truth you became this pathetic and fragile human who is just playing the victim. I should have seen it coming. Youโve always been too much like her.โ
Y/N ripped her arm free and shoved him hard, sending him crashing into a side table. Furniture shattered. He grabbed a hidden silver dagger and slashed at her.
โYouโre betraying everything I taught you!โ he roared.
Y/N dodged, blood trickling from a shallow cut on her arm.
โYou never gave me the truth! You stole my mother from me!โ
The fight turned violent. Her father, still a formidable hunter despite his age, landed several heavy blows. Y/N countered fiercely, years of training matching his.
โNow!โ she shouted desperately.
The windows shattered in a blur of motion.
James and Victoria burst into the room like vengeance incarnate. James tackled her father to the ground before he could stab Y/N again. Victoria was right behind him, snapping the manโs arm with brutal force.
Her father screamed in pain and fury, staring at the two red-eyed vampires with dawning horror.
โ You brought monsters into our home?!โ
James laughed darkly, pinning him down.
โWeโve been waiting a long time for this.โ
The fight was chaotic and merciless. Her father fought like a cornered animal, using every trick the Lumina Sanctum had taught him. He managed to slash James across the chest and kick Victoria back, but he was badly outnumbered.
Victoria tore into his shoulder. James ripped the silver dagger from his hand and drove it into his thigh. Y/N, tears streaming down her face, finally drove her wooden stake deep into her fatherโs chest while James held him steady.
Her father gasped, staring up at her with betrayal and rage.
โYou chose themโฆ over your own bloodโฆโ
โYou never gave me a choice,โ Y/N whispered.
Victoria delivered the final blow, tearing his head from his body with savage efficiency. James quickly gathered flammable materials and set the house ablaze, ensuring nothing of the Lumina Sanctum hunter remained.
The three of them stood outside as the flames consumed the building, and with it, the last lies of Y/Nโs old life.
James pulled Y/N against his side, his touch firm but careful.
โItโs over now,โ he murmured. โ You are free to go.โ
Y/N looked at them, her eyes still glimmering from the tears she had shed before, she didnโt respond, she only stepped closer to James and grabbed Victoria by the hand as they were watching the house burn down in front of them.
Both vampire knew in that very moment, that leaving wasnโt an option anymore, from now, it was the three of them.
