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Hey to clear it up, I made a few typos back when I introduced Leila's sister Lucy and Aunt Mary… there is no Aunt Lucy, just a major lack of caffeine on my part while writing!

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The curious look upon Jake's wide face answered my question.

"My aunt that just passed, she was the last living member of Les Chasseurs. It means the hunters. They were like the protectors in your legends. Only no one turned into bigger than life animals." I shot him a warm smile I said this.

"I don't know everything for sure, I'm just getting used to all of this. I just learned about it yesterday for the first time. My aunt left me a letter telling me about this. When I saw you last in Portland I would have thought you were crazy if you told me there were vampires out there and that you were a werewolf… now I wouldn't doubt much." I shook my head to keep it clear. Honestly I'm surprised my head hasn't burst from all this information I've been retaining lately.

"I know the feeling. I grew up hearing all these stories about 'the cold one's, I thought it was ridiculous the prejudices we had to the Cullens." Jake paused and laughed, but it didn't meet his eyes. "Hell, I even thought that the pack was some sort of cult. Then, when I found out how real everything was, it was hard to take it all in."

I stood from the table, and deliberated for a moment about what I was about to do. Then with one glance at Jake I knew that I wanted to do this. "Jake, can I show you something? I'd feel more comfortable explaining the rest there."

He rose from his chair and towered over me, waiting for me to lead the way. We headed out the main hall and the hidden staircase. I pulled out the key I had been keeping in the back pocket of the shorts the whole time.

Jake raised his eyebrows as I unlocked the door and it slid open, the light flickering on overhead. "What is this, your secret lair?"

I shoved him aside playfully, and began walking downstairs. "Make sure you close the door behind you."

I heard the soft click as I entered the room, for only the second time. Jake seemed once again impressed, his eyes scanning the swords on the wall. "This is definitely a lot nicer than the pack's hangout."

"I think the Les Chasseurs have been around a bit longer to collect this stuff than the pack may have." I settled into the desk chair as Jake continued poking around the stuff listening.

"As long as there have been vampires, there have been hunters. According to the stories my aunt told me, and what I read last night, to each generation, several would be born. And a hunter comes into full power at 24. That is apparently something that has changed over the last hundred years or so. In earlier times, a hunter would come into power much earlier, sometimes even as earlier as 14, because the lifespan was shorter. Now here is weird part. This power that I'm talking about, they call it the strength of the times, because with each generation the strength grows." Jake was now sitting on the edge of the desk, hanging on my ever word.

"The theory goes that as a member of Les Chasseur dies, the next in line inherits the skill and strength of that hunter, and also from each hunter that had come before them in the bloodline. So supposedly when I turn 24 next month I'll able to do everything they were experts at, that their skills will be in my blood. Until then my body is I suppose preparing itself, slowly becoming stronger."

"Wow, that's pretty heavy duty." Jake seemed so shocked at what I had told him. I would have thought him harder to surprise, him being a werewolf and all.

"Yea, I know. There's more too. Along with super strength and stuff, there is the necklace." I pulled the necklace from me as Jake had earlier.

"When I am bit by one of them while wearing this, the venom can't hurt me. Even freakier, when I put it on last night, I couldn't take it off; it's made out some really strong metal. Look, see, there's no clasp, it just disappeared when I put it on." He leaned over towards me and fingered the necklace, turning it to see for himself that there was no clasp. Then after asking my permission he tried pulling it off, but it stayed firmly in place.

"I read that these pendants have been around since the official start of Les Chasseurs. That they have a hidden strength in them even. I'm not sure what it is yet, the whole venom thing aside. There were six of these originally, one for each member of Les Chasseurs. Back in the 16th century, there were religious wars and massacres. In this time of high death, vampires were thriving. The bloodsuckers as you called them, were multiplying at a rate larger than normal, and in a small space. It was easy for the murders they caused to be blamed on massacre or war. This led to for the first time, the hunters all coming together. It was with them working together that the problem was solved. In that time they formed Les Chasseurs. Over the years they kept their heritage, and also relations with the other members. In my aunt's generation there had been only two other hunters. They each died a few years back. Neither of them had any hunters born in their bloodline. According to Aunt Mary's journals and records, the only continued bloodline is me."