THE HUNTER COVEN — JAMES & VICTORIA X VAMPIRE HUNTER READER
For generations, the bloodline of Y/N’s 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/N’s 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/N’s father out of affection. And later, after finding out about her husband’s 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 mother’s 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/N’s became 3 months old, she went out, just before 12 o’clock, 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 wouldn’t 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.
— This please.— 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.
— That will be 2 dollars.— Her voice sounded raspy from the smoking.
She rapidly put the money on the counter. — Thank you, have a goodnight.—
The woman didn’t 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.
—Look at her, James,— a woman’s voice purred, smooth and dangerous. —Standing there like a lost fawn. So fragile. So tasty.—
Y/N’s 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.
—Humans rarely wander alone this late,— he said, voice dripping with sadistic delight. — Especially not alone. Tell me, little human… What are your plans for tonight?— He looked back at Victoria with an amused smile. — Maybe we can join in.—
Victoria moved in closer from the other side, her movements fluid and threatening. She smiled, fangs glinting.
—Mmm, she’s sweet. I can hear her heart racing. Let’s play with her first, James. I want to hear her scream before we feed.—
Y/N’s 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.
— Come on… run off if you want.— he taunted, eyes dancing with cruel joy. — The chase is always better when the prey thinks they have a chance.—
Victoria laughed softly, a chilling sound that echoed down the empty street.
—She’s trembling so beautifully. Look at those wide eyes. I wonder how long she’ll last before she breaks. Maybe we drain her slowly… make it fun.—
The air crackled with tension. Y/N’s 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.
—Wait! Don’t kill me. I have a daughter. I’ll do anything. Just let me go home to her.—
James smiled softly, this information just made it so much better for him. — Oh that’s cute… too bad you don’t really have a choice.— 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 James’s and Victoria’s eyes turned instantly, the hunger was gone. Now it was pure surprise and a slight amount of confusion.
— Be careful with your decisions vampire.— She spoke softly, but demanding.
— You think because you have a wooden stick you are gonna win from us?— James laughed amused. — It’s two against one honey. And we haven’t fed in days, believe me, you don’t know what we are capable of.—
— You don’t have to do this, just listen to me carefully.— She responded with a certain calm that neither of the vampires expected from her. — We can make a trade.—
—A trade?— he repeated, smirking as he glanced at Victoria. —Bold little human. Most just scream or beg. What could you possibly offer us that we couldn’t simply take right now? Speak quickly… before we get bored.—
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/N’s mother took a breath.
— I’m 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.—
Both James and Victoria looked intrigued and started to sense some kind of danger they normally wouldn’t get from a human. They had heard about this clan, about their encounter with the Volturi, almost exposing their kind to the normal world.
— We can arrange a trade.— She continued. — If you let me go, I won’t tell a soul of our encounter, nor your presence in the area.—
James’s 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.
—So the rumors are true. There is still an active line of you pests.— 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.
—You’re offering us silence? How generous,— he said, voice laced with mockery. —But what’s to stop us from killing you right now and disappearing before your precious clan even notices you’re gone?—
Y/N’s mother swallowed hard but didn’t lower the stake.
—Because 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 won’t stop until every vampire in the region is ash. But if I walk away unharmed tonight… none of that happens. You disappear into the night, and we never cross paths again.—
Victoria stopped circling. Her red eyes narrowed.
—And what else? You’re not just buying your own life. You’re a mother. There has to be more to this little bargain.—
Y/N’s mother hesitated only a moment before laying out the rest, her voice still steady and with raw honesty.
— My daughter is only three months old. If anything ever happens to me… if the world I live in catches up to my family… promise me you’ll 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.—
— You want us to protect a human vampire hunter?— James was truly in disbelief about the things the human was demanding from them, it sounded surreal at this point.
— She doesn’t have to be, I don’t want her to grow up in a world where killing supernatural creatures is her obsession like my husband’s. So she will never be a danger to you.—
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.
—You’re either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid,— he said finally. —But… we’ll take it.—
Victoria gave a single, sharp nod, though her eyes still burned with suspicion.
—We keep our word, hunter. But remember this: if you betray us, there won’t be anywhere safe for you or your precious family.—
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/N’s 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 didn’t go home that night, she couldn’t, 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.
—Thank God you’re back!— he exclaimed, rushing forward. —I’ve been worried sick. You’ve been gone all these nights. I was about to call the coven for help. Where have you been? Are you alright?—
Before she could respond, he pulled her into a tight, desperate hug, burying his face in her hair.
Y/N’s 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.
—You’re… ice cold,— he whispered, voice cracking. —Why are you so cold? It’s the middle of summer.—
She tried to pull away, panic rising in her chest.
—It’s nothing. I’m just tired. I don’t know what happened, I got lost for some reason... Let me see Y/N, I just want to check on her.—
But he wouldn’t let go. His trained hunter’s 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.
—What happened to you?— he demanded, voice rising. —You’re not… You can’t be… Tell me you didn’t—-
Y/N’s mother’s 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.
—They got to you,— he breathed, horror twisting into rage. —After everything I taught you. After everything our family stands for. You let them turn you.—
—I didn’t let them!— she cried, voice breaking as the burning thirst clawed at her throat. —There was a rogue one after I left the store. I tried to fight, I swear. It was a newborn and it was insanely strong. Please… you have to understand.—
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.
—You’re not my wife anymore,— he said coldly. —You’re one of them now. And I won’t let you endanger our child.—
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.
—Comfortable?— she mocked, her voice echoing coldly. —The great tracker and his fiery mate. How does it feel to be the prey for once?—
James snarled, straining violently against the chains, muscles bulging with effort.
—You pathetic little insect. When I get free, I’m going to make you suffer like I’ve never done with my preys before. I’ll make you beg for the end.—
Victoria’s eyes were slits of pure hatred, her red hair a tangled mess.
—You have no idea what you’ve done,— she hissed. —Release us now and we might make it quick.—
Y/N pressed the blowtorch closer to James’s cheek, watching with satisfaction as his skin crackled and blackened at the edges. He roared in pain.
—You’ve slaughtered hundreds,— Y/N said, voice low and venomous. —Families, children. I’ve followed your trail for two years. But I will end this tonight.—
As she raised the stake toward James’s heart as he suddenly laughed through the agony, a low, ragged, almost delighted sound.
—You really don’t know, do you? After all this time chasing us… you still don’t who we are.—
Y/N paused, stake hovering.
—What are you talking about?—
Victoria’s voice joined in, colder and more controlled.
—Your 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.—
James grinned savagely, eyes gleaming with memory.
—She 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 territory… in exchange for a promise. That if anything ever happened to her, we would protect her daughter. You.—
Y/N’s hand trembled. The details were too specific. The milk. The exact age. Things her father had never mentioned.
—You’re lying,— she whispered.
—We don’t lie about interesting hunts,— James growled. —She 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 afterwards… and burned her for what she had become. Then lied to you about it your whole pathetic life.—
Y/N slammed the wooden stake into James’s rib, making him screaming out of agony. — Don’t make up stories about my mother, ever!—
Victoria smiled amused, the rage in her eyes was for some reason entertaining. — We don’t lie about our preys.—
Y/N fastly yanked the wooden stake out of James’s rib making him now grunt of relief.
— You can either believe us, or kill us. But if you kill us, you will never know the truth about your mother.—
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 James’s heavy breathing filled the cave.
—Why should I trust anything you say?— Y/N finally said, voice cracking. —You’re monsters. You hunt people for sport.—
James let out a pained chuckle, his crimson eyes still locked on her with that unnerving intensity.
—Because deep down you already know we’re telling the truth. You feel it. That pull you’ve had toward us this whole time. The dreams. The way hunting us felt… different. Even a bit personal.—
Victoria’s voice softened just a fraction, though her gaze remained sharp and calculating.
—Your mother was brave that night. She didn’t 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 daughter… that kind of desperation leaves a mark. It created something between us. A bond. When she died, it passed to you.—
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.
—I spent my whole life hating what you are… because of my dad.— she whispered. — He told me vampires are creatures made to end human existence.—
James’s expression darkened with something almost like sympathy, though it was still laced with his natural sadism.
— Your father used her death to make you into his perfect little weapon, how pathetic.—
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 mother’s would-be protectors, her father’s greatest enemies, and to her… something else entirely.
—I won’t free you yet,— she said quietly after a long silence. —I can’t. Not until I’m sure. But I won’t kill you tonight either.—
She reached into her pack and tossed two fresh bags of blood toward them.
—Start talking. Tell me everything about that night. About my mother. About this… trade. And don’t stop until I tell you to.—
James tore into one of the bags with a feral grin, his eyes never leaving her.
—As you wish, mate. We’ve got all the time in the world now.—
Victoria accepted her bag more gracefully, but her gaze held the same possessive weight.
—And when you finally accept the truth… you’ll choose to run with us. Not hunt us.—
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/N’s voice was steady but laced with barely contained fury.
—Tell me the truth about Mom. No more lies.—
Her father looked up slowly, his face hardening.
—What are you talking about? Your mother died in a car accident shortly after you were born. I’ve told you this a thousand times.—
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.
—You burned her,— she said coldly. —She 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.—
Her father shot up from the chair, eyes wide with shock that quickly turned to rage.
—How do you know any of that?! You were never supposed to find out! I protected you from the truth!—
—Protected me?!— Y/N shouted. —You lied to me my entire life! You turned me into a weapon because of your guilt and hatred!—
The argument exploded. Her father’s face twisted with the fanatical devotion she had once admired.
—She 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!—
He lunged forward and grabbed her arm roughly.
—And 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. You’ve always been too much like her.—
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.
—You’re betraying everything I taught you!— he roared.
Y/N dodged, blood trickling from a shallow cut on her arm.
—You never gave me the truth! You stole my mother from me!—
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.
—Now!— 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 man’s arm with brutal force.
Her father screamed in pain and fury, staring at the two red-eyed vampires with dawning horror.
— You brought monsters into our home?!—
James laughed darkly, pinning him down.
—We’ve been waiting a long time for this.—
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 father’s chest while James held him steady.
Her father gasped, staring up at her with betrayal and rage.
—You chose them… over your own blood…—
—You never gave me a choice,— 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/N’s old life.
James pulled Y/N against his side, his touch firm but careful.
—It’s over now,— he murmured. — You are free to go.—
Y/N looked at them, her eyes still glimmering from the tears she had shed before, she didn’t 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 wasn’t an option anymore, from now, it was the three of them.
