Chapter 2 ( Rachel's POV )

A young hot blond man with massive muscle, scars, tattoos, and a beautiful face, that would make any women wet, walked in. Black cargo pants, combat boots, grey shirt, and black sunglasses. The girl that owned that hot mess was a very lucky one.

Seth's POV

A young beautiful, hot, dangerous girl walked in behind the guy. She had scars, muscle, tattoos, attitude and was hot. Black cargo pants, combat boots, black shirt, a scar that ran through her left cheak, that gave her a dangerous edge, freckles, light colored skin, long black hair pulled back into a ponytail and a headband that said " rumor's true- I'm that good". Both had a massive amount of weapons. The girl's eyes flickered around.

"D?" Sam asked, uncertainty.

The blond tall guy responded in a hard, cold, dead voice.

"The names Dink. Where's Molly?"

Molly slowly walked down the stairs, before saying,

"Hey Dink, Weeks. What's up?

"What's up? The sky, and my awesomeness." Weeks said.

A lot of us snorted at her comment.

"All ways good to see you, Ash." Molly said.

"I know, right."

Carlisle obviously wanted to know more about them because he asked.

"So, do you guys have any funny moments working or is it all serious?"

Ash responded, thinking.

"Well, a lot of the time people you're working with are really stupid. Oh my god, Molly! Do you remember when we went to Las Vegas?"

"Ya! Oh my god! That was awesome!"

"What happened?" I asked, amused.

Ash replied, again.

"We went to Vegas last year following some guy we were hunting down. We went to like, 20 clubs following this guy. Well... we kind of got drunk a couple times and so while we were there we played poker, and Molly here lost a lot of her money at the slot machines. About 3 000 dollars' worth. She calls it the evil slot machines of death."

Mollly confirmed, " ya the evil slot machines of death and money."

"Mol, I think slot machines just hate you and Dink."

Dink groaned, and Molly protested.

" No, they just are evil slot machines! And what's this about Dink?"

" When we were both 11, we went into a casino to get money from a guy that hired us and Dink thought he could beat a slot machine, in the end a machine won."

Dink didn't seem to think so, " NO! That thing was rigged!"

Ash replied in the slot machines defense.

" It's funny how you guys suck at it and I get a win the first time I tried."

" Ya, that's why it's rigged!"

" Oh, Dink."

" Don't Oh Dink me, or else do you want me to tell Molly about the time you drove into a -"

" Dink don't you dare! I will kill you myself!"

"Any ways, who taught you how to drive?"

" Well, my dad wouldn't teach me so I went to ask the person that would say yes, and that would be Jack."

" Holy Shit! Ash! Now I know why you drive so bad."

" No, it's called different driving."

" True."

" Ha, I won."

" No, you didn't!"

"Yes, I did!"

" Ash, you act so childish sometimes. It's hard to think of you as a killer."

"Dink, stop being an arse."

Molly snapped at them.

"Guys, there is other people here, you can't get into one of your daily brawls."

Ash sighed then agreed.

"So what are all your names? I know I'll probably forget but it's better than calling you guys vampire 1, 2 ,3 ,4 ,5 ,6 and dog number 1, 2 , 3 , get the idea."

"Yes Ash, I think they understand." Dink replied before Carlisle started doing the introductions.

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