VixenSnowLily AU: Supernatural
Lily Stein is an atypical 24-year-old for all the expected reasons.
She’s a PhD candidate in biophysics with an IQ of 157 and an overprotective father who teaches Jewish theology at her very same alma mater – which doesn’t bug at all – and has her black belt in Krav Maga.
Lily Stein is an atypical 24-year-old for all the expected reasons...
Until a mysterious woman named Amaya Jiwe rolls into her picturesque university town, piques her father’s brain about a monster from the deepest recesses of Jewish folklore, and promptly gets him killed. When a furious, grieving Lily confronts Amaya and demands answers, Amaya welcomes her with some reluctance into a supernatural world Lily never knew existed.
Amaya is a hunter. She tracks monsters and demons and so, so much worse across the States, on a self-imposed mission to wipe them all out for good. And she wasn’t always alone. Two years ago, her fiancé, Rex Tyler, was killed on a hunt after delivering a fatal blow to the mate of the monster currently riding Amaya’s tail, the one responsible for Lily’s father’s death. As determined to avenge her father as Amaya is to avenge Rex, Lily joins the hunter on her quest, and together, they get their bloody, violent revenge.
When it’s over, Lily can’t go back.
So, she slides into the passenger seat of Amaya’s old Chevy Impala, and the hunter and her new protégé set out to their next monster-filled destination. Town after town, they rid the world of evil and abominations straight out of Lily’s childhood nightmares, all the while growing closer through months shared trauma and heightened adrenaline. They feel on the cusp of something, something electric and explosive, buzzing at the tips of their tongues every time their knives come away bloody in battle.
Then they meet Caitlin.
Even Amaya, seasoned hunter that she is, has never met a vampire quite like Cait. Puncture wounds ringed purple-black with frostbite in the sweltering heat of the Saint Louis summer draw Amaya and Lily south in search of a monster most foul.
And they find one... sort of. Caitlin is sharp and sultry and glacial when she talks, when she moves. She wears her villainy like a silk robe cut dangerously low, and when it becomes clear enough she isn’t killing her victims, just taking her fill then leaving them to shiver it out in an ER hooked up to an IV of warm saline, Amaya and Lily decide to leave her be, unwise as the decision could one day prove to be.
They don’t expect Caitlin to follow them, whether expressly to annoy them, or for some other reason entirely, the hunters aren’t quite sure. Yet, there she is. Louisiana, Georgia, New York. Everywhere they turn, Caitlin is one classic car behind them, until eventually, they add a third body to the Impala and take turns toughing it out in the back seat.
Which is good. Caitlin’s speed and strength and sharp teeth come in handy when Amaya and Lily get in over their mortal heads. Amaya and Lily’s blood comes in even handier when Caitlin gets tossed around like a rag doll to protect them. And if, after the chill of Caitlin’s bite has settled deep into their bones, they all three pile into one cheap motel bed to warm up again, can anyone really be faulted for it? Even if hands linger and lips skim skin and noses pull in greedy lungfuls of heaven-scented air.
And when Amaya and Lily stumble onto something huge, something apocalyptic, something much bigger than either of them is equipped to handle, Caitlin is there, all fangs and frost, to fight by their side, even without a dramatic declaration of love. Even without a night of desperate desire where limbs tangle with limbs and layers of denim and leather and flannel hit the floor in a pile. Even without a quick press of lips with tear-stained cheeks as the sky starts to fall.
No matter the cost.
[requested by @nixie-deangel]