This is later than I wanted it to be. Sorry.

But on a happier note, I can't believe how many people like this story! That's so cool! :)

Warning: this chapter is from Leah's point of view.

Disclaimer: do I really have to keep saying this? Twilight IS. NOT. MINE! Val, Beck, and Moses are, but they're OCs.

Leah Clearwater couldn't decide if she was an idiot or a genius for going along with this idea. She didn't know either of the two men (who, by the way, said they hunted 'supernatural menaces') but anything, even a road trip with total strangers, had to be better than going back to La Push. Right?

And besides, they couldn't be too bad; they hadn't just let her die.

Val, the taller of the two men, had retreated to one of the bedrooms to sleep. He reminded her of the boys in her pack before they phased, albeit with lighter skin, bluer eyes, and a kinder demeanour. He had long black hair, which he tied back, and he was taller than average but that was where the similarities ended. Val was taller than Leah and obviously strong— he'd managed to get her up to the apartment—but if he so thin that if he went up against Jacob or Sam, Val probably wouldn't live very long. He also looked older, or at least more mature, than the wolves, although he couldn't have been out of his twenties yet- certainly not much older than Leah herself.

Leah decided she could probably trust Val. Probably.

Moses on the other hand… she wasn't sure. It didn't take a genius to know that a dhampir was something similar to a vampire but that wasn't the issue. Ever since it was officially decided that they'd travel together, Moses had been running around the apartment like a maniac since it was decided that he'd go with them on this mystery journey. This in itself wouldn't have been too bad, but he was also saying things like, "I have propane but where is my flamethrower?" and, "Let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea!" and other nonsensical things.

Moses even looked crazy: he had blonde hair that seemed to be sticking straight up off his head, wide green eyes that didn't focus on anything for more than three seconds, and an extreme case of the fidgets. Leah made a mental note to ask if insanity was common in dhampirs.

…

The kid who had been sitting on the couch was staring at her. He looked like Val, with shorter hair and darker eyes, so Leah assumed they were related.

"Why did your alpha imprinted on a kid? That's really disgusting," the boy said solemnly. Leah smiled sardonically. This kid was smarter than most of the adults she knew. The Cullens thought it was adorable that Jacob would marry Renesmee one day. Then again, they'd probably say the same thing if Jacob imprinted on Charlie Sheen. And at least Charlie Sheen was funny, sometimes.

"You want to know what's even more disgusting?" she asked.

"What?"

"He wanted to imprint on the kid's mother. They were even an item for awhile."

The kid's mouth fell open. "And the girl's mother didn't kill him when she found out?"

"She tried to, but eventually she accepted it. I think she's happy about it now— it makes her feel less guilty about choosing Edward over him. Edward's her husband by the way."

The kid nodded. "So, was it just your alpha and Edward who attacked you or were there more members of your pack involved?"

"It was Edward, the kid's mother Bella, and my alpha Jacob. You know, you catch on quick for a kid."

"Hey, I'm eight!" Somehow, that little remark made Leah's story worse; the kid was only three years older than Renesmee. Leah had almost forgotten what a real child was supposed to look like. "My name is Beck Valentine, by the way. I'm Val's son."

Valentine. She'd been wondering how people got Val out of Jeppeson.

Beck moved from the couch to Leah's feet. "So, do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"One brother. He's in college right now."

"Is he a wolf, too?"

"Yeah." As if he'd been eavesdropping, Moses burst into the room howling, "NOOOOOO!" which sent Beck flying into the air.

"Yes, he is a wolf," Leah said. Moses waved his hand as if dismissing her.

"Not that. It's Val. He has a GPS in his truck!"

"So?"

"So, he'll be able to figure out where we're going without me telling him. And then I'll have to stay home."

…

Before Leah could explain that Val couldn't do anything without a map or the slightest idea of where he needed to use that map to travel to, she was outside helping Moses dismantle the GPS. Val had an extremely strange truck. It looked like an old clunker on the outside, but the interior was high class. Val had just about every piece of modern technology you could have in an automobile.

Leah suspected that Moses didn't know much about modern technology because he didn't seem to realize the GPS could just be unplugged. He smashed it to bits.

"What's Val going to do when he finds out you trashed it?" Leah asked, imagining a bloody fight.

Moses rolled his eyes. "Jeppeson will say a very colourful string of curses, but I'll be completely safe. We have too much history for him to kill me."

"History?"

"I got him through the Assassins Guild without too much physical harm, which in turn got him tattooed. In the company, you're a fly on the wall until you've got your sigils. It's like Val and I are in one of those debt-you-can't-pay things."

Leah knew that feeling all too well. She didn't owe the Cullens anything— if anything, they owed her for helping hold off Sam before Renesmee was born— but that didn't stop them from acting like she did. She didn't want to talk about that. Moses probably knew anyways, if he was lying about only looking through her memories from last night like she suspected he was.

"What are sigils?" she asked instead. Moses rolled up his sleeve. The whole length of his arm was covered in strange tattoos.

"Ancient spells. Thousands of years ago, shamans translated the code of conduct. By tattooing them on the hunters, they were supposed to sink in and make us obey."

"Did they?"

"No!" Moses seemed very adamant about this. "Ask anyone! Val, his mother, Beck— the Valentines are nice enough bunch but they can't obey the No Secrets rule to save their lives."

"What are all the rules?" Leah asked.

Moses pointed to the sigils as he read them. "If you have children, they belong to the company."

"If an innocent life can be saved and is not, yours will be taken from you." Leah was suddenly relieved. This was a good sign they were not planning to kill her.

"Keep no secrets." Moses looked sad for a moment. "That one will be the death of generations of Valentines."

"Obey your superiors."

"Take no prisoners."

"You can never run away."

"It sounds like my pack," Leah commented. Moses sighed and took on an air of nostalgia that suggested he was about to start ranting about the Good Ol' Days, just like any old timer.

"It never used to be that way. When I was just starting out, the whole company was different. We had allies in a select few of the wolf packs, moles in the vampire covens, and even a couple deals with the devil. That last one was really stupid, by the way; demonic possession is as close to hell as I ever want to be again. But anyways, we had allies and we had a different code and we weren't tattooed." Moses stared at his arm in disgust. "Not until old Cecil Wilberforce started getting all those stupid ideas and took over the whole business."

"Cecil Wilberforce?" Leah couldn't help but laugh. "How does he strike fear into the hearts of vampires with a name like that?"

"It's not his name that strikes the fear. It's the fact that he likes to cut them into pieces with a scythe."

Leah stopped laughing. "So if he does that, why does anyone take him seriously?"

"It's like you and your alpha," Moses said. "Everybody thought he was so great, that by the time he revealed his true nature it was too late. And Cecil is really good at making sure everyone who knows anything is liquidated. He'll do it himself if he has to."

"He does sound like my alpha. By now, Jacob has probably told everyone that I just ran away like I was planning to. Bella will shield him so nobody suspects." Leah hadn't even met him but she began to hate Cecil. "I don't suppose Cecil has an imprint."

"No, he's a dhampir. We don't do that. He used to be in a relationship, though. Nobody knows what happened to his significant other, not even Cecil." Moses smiled at this. Leah realized that he probably knew.

"So, Cecil's in charge of the hunters?"

"Yes, he's the Head Hunter. But he won't be for long if any of the new trainees have any sense in their heads at all."

Leah wondered if the new wolves back home would have any sense in their heads now that Jacob was so blindly, ridiculously devoted to a five year old. She could make him do anything. It was terrifying.

"Power should not be given to anyone who is only mentally an adult," Moses said.

Then and there, Leah decided that a road trip with Val and Moses, even if they were hunters and/or completely insane, was much, much better than the alternative.

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