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imagine being the volturi's personal witch. cw // death, description of burning bodies & murder, supernatural themes.

"THE MORTALS ARE CRUEL, EVEN TO THEIR OWN." the bored, melodic voice of jane volturi is heard as four vampires trek through the blood—stained cemetery. there were no bodies, just the stench of death & the smell of burning flesh still lingering in the air. they had gotten word——a plea of help just hours earlier, in the form of a charred piece of paper floating down in front of the vampire kings' thrones.

witches were sacred to the volturi, their magic is what created the vampire gift laid upon them centuries ago, so they protected them. helped them when they could. they were only the enemy if they went against them, and this coven hadn't been such in the slightest.

"it's a shame, sister. we could have had them in our debt." alec volturi spoke, crimson eyes taking in the scene. it was quiet, eerily so. the witch—hunters had done a number on this coven. rang them through with bullets before burning their corpses to the point where their bones became ash so no other witches could consecrate them & gain their power. "should we continue, or leave?" demetri muses, taking joy in being able to leave the castle, even if it wasn't a tracking mission. jane hums, walking forward still with the grace of a vampire. "we will see if there are any survivors, or if the witch—hunters still roam." the four being engulfed into silence yet again, until they pick up on the pitter patter of a heartbeat. alone, in the middle of the cemetery. a hunter would not be alone.

the four vampires speed to the heart of the tombs, noticing a figure stepping over the ash that became the witches. this was the sole survivor, that much was known from the way they carefully made their way around the remains, how they look at the dead.

"i warned them." they utter, before turning to look at the vampires. "i warned them all, but no—one listens to the one burdened with prophecy. i'm afraid your long trip was for nothing." jane tsks at the witch's statement, stepping forward, surveying the scene as well as looking them up and down. "i believe we came and found exactly what we were looking for. albeit surrounded by death & decay." the small vampire grins at the witch, who doesn't look surprised in the least. "aro would want to speak with you." the girl continues, stepping forward again. "but, if you are what you say, i believe you already know that."

the witch tilts their head, eyes narrowing slightly, "you will find that walking around ignorant is better than walking around as a know—it—all, especially since the future is everchanging." they're unafraid in the presence of four vampires, knowing that whilst they could kill them, they wouldn't. not when their visions had told them that they would be incredibly valuable.

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temporary pinned. ⛧ writing blog, fanfic / oneshots. masterlist. author is 22, indigenous, goes by lorna. most x reader's are made with a gender neutral, indigenous perspective in mind. dead dove do not eat—targeted mainly at a mature audience.