John stared at him in almost horror, whatever the alcohol had done seemed to disappear in a single moment.

"How the hell would you know her?" he asked lowly, his voice shaking slightly.

Bobby looked towards his desk and then went to it, rummaging through one of the lower drawers. Shifting the papers and folders and various other crap aside he finally found the picture he was looking for and brought it to John.

John took it from him and stared at it almost desperately, despair and confusion clear on his face. "What the hell?" he whispered.

Bobby glanced at the picture as well. It was before he had restrained himself to become mostly a researcher for the hunting community, back when he had just learned the truth about what had happened with his wife and who had changed her.

Mary Campbell, as she was known back then, smiling up at whoever was holding the camera, a small almost smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She was sitting on the hood of her car and holding onto a rifle that looked almost as tall as she was.

As John looked at that picture Bobby went back to the desk and pulled out a few more pictures. He doesn't remember why he had so many of them, or even who had taken them, could've been Rufus getting some sort of leverage on him or it might've been Bill Harvelle who sometimes stopped by at that time. But he took the ones he could find and brought it back to John to look at.

Some of them had Mary posing purposely, almost smirking at the camera. Some she was stretched on or against something, most of the time either her car or the wall of his house. Some were clear that they were taken without her knowledge as she looked at something else off camera, sometimes laughing, sometimes focused, sometimes looking too serious for a teenage girl.

And in each one she held a weapon of some sort. A machete she was sharpening, bullets she was making into salt rounds. One of them were even of her holding a vampires head triumphantly, the both of them had come back from a hunt at that time.

In most of them she looked calm and at ease, despite the weaponry surrounding her. Almost flirty at times as well as she posed for the camera.

Bobby felt...almost dirty looking at these pictures now. None of them were that raunchy but she obviously meant for them to be provocative in some sort of way. Nothing was meant by it, she was just a teenager having fun and enjoying herself as best as she could in her situation.

She never really spoke about her homelife but the way she handled her weapons it was as if she had been born with one in her hands. It spoke of experience and the fact that she was the one that was sent by the Campbell family to teach him she couldn't have had a normal and happy childhood.

"Once Rufus helped me with the demon that had had my wife, once I learned what the hell was really out there." Bobby said as John stared at the pictures one by one. "He contacted a family, one of the better known families in the hunting community. They claimed to have ancestors from the settlement of America but it was believed. They were the best of the best and sometimes they took newbies under their wing."

Bobby reached out and touched one of the pictures, John's fingers twitched as if he wanted to tighten his grip on them but neither said anything.

"So Rufus pulled some strings for me and got me one of them, got one of the members to come up here and teach me how to hunt, what killed what, taught me everything I knew back then."

He took a deep breath. "It was the Campbell family." John flinched at that but he didn't mention it either. "And more specifically, her name was Mary Campbell. She was sixteen years old and she was already an accomplished hunter on her own."

"John." Bobby said, his voice softening when John didn't move or speak. "Mary, your Mary, she was a hunter."

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