Hey everyone! Ready for a new chapter! I really went big this time around so I hope I was able to catch all the spelling mistakes and that kind of stuff! You guys are my best editors! So hopefully it's not too bad. As I was re-reading my chapter I just kept adding to it until I was like oh my lord this is getting long and complicated! So please stay with me. I do not remember the exact details for Twilight as well as I do for Harry Potter, so if some things seem wrong I'm sorry! I tried to stay as true to the originals as well as try not to contradict myself. Hopefully everything is clear and on point, if not my bad! There is a fine line between going into detail and going wicked over detailed! Once again I tried to read through this as many times as possible but I really wanted to get it posted. So anyways I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I had a lot of fun writing it! So enjoy and please, please, PLEASE review!

*Hermione's Point of View*

I literally have the worse bloody headache and the only remedy that might actually work on releasing the throbbing pain is multiple glasses of fire whiskey. Do I have fire whiskey with me? No. Do I have what could possibly be the most handsome young man walking through the woods with me heading to my pathetic little campsite? Yes.

Why? Why does this kind of stuff happen to me? Why did I not take one more minute cleaning myself up? I can only imagine how my hair really looks and thank god there is some distance between us. I must smell horrific. I pretended to stretch my arms and as I did I quickly took in the scent; I didn't smell too terribly, at least I don't think so.

As we walked along in silence I was getting slightly annoyed; he kept staring at me. I tried my best to ignore him and keep my eyes forward; but I could feel his eyes burning into my side. The excitement and nervousness of walking with such a gorgeous guy was fading very fast. I am tired, sore, dirty, smelly, hungry, did I mention tired? I had no time for dealing with this guy; even if he is extremely dreamy, I would rather have a hot bathe than him staring at me all day. All in all, I was over it.

Climbing over a fallen tree I took the opportunity to gain some distance between us. At first, yes, it was very flattering having him look at me like that; look at me like, oh I am not in the right frame of mind to be even touching this subject. But now his stares are really getting on my nerves; it felt like I had a puppy following me.

I started to rub the bridge of my nose again; I should have been smarter, I should have made camp farther away, I should have just moved my campsite when I got the chance. But no; curiosity got the better of me, and look where it landed me. The Order is going to have a field day with all this. I really should have listened to everyone and just taken a vacation, instead here I am and no amount of nose rubbing was going to help.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that when I opened them again he would be gone. But just as I clasped my eyes closed my foot got caught on a very big and rather obvious root that was sticking right up and out of the ground. I was too tired to react; instead I decided to be punished by my stupidity and fall face first. I was going down hard and fast due to my rapid walking speed before I tripped; until... Merlin it felt like my pants were about to be ripped right off and with a grunt I was stopped in mid fall.

That bastard had me by the back of my pants. I thought I was still going to hit the ground but he pulled me back with such a force that the world started going in reverse and I braced myself for falling directly on my butt instead. However I did not fall, no, I'm not that lucky. My luck landed me backwards right smack into him. He had one hand supporting my back and his other hand still had a firm grip on my pants belt. Time stopped; maybe if I kept my eyes closed this very embarrassing event will remain just a very bad dream. However; I am Hermione Granger, brightest witch of our age, and awkward events seem to follow me like the plague.

I slowly opened my eyes and with a deep breathe I tried to calm myself. Just breathe, just breathe. I waited for what felt like forever and I concluded that he was not going to let go of my pants anytime soon. I really need a vacation, or a shot of fire whiskey.

"Thank you Mr. Black….. Now can you please let go of my pants?" I said trying to conceal the anger creeping into my voice. But apparently he wasn't really listening. So I tried again with more force.

"MR. BLACK!"

Oh Merlin I sound just like Professor McGonagall. He must have snapped out of it because I could feel him loosening his grip and as I inched away from him I discreetly

re-adjusted my pants.

"Thank you Mr. Black; shall we keep going?" I said, trying to smile, but I wasn't even convinced. It was at that moment that I realized I had to literally look up at him when I was talking to him. He has to be at least 6 feet tall, with very broad shoulders, and a very well built body. Ron and Harry look like weaklings in comparison to him. I decided to not wait for his response, turning on my heels and continuing on. Thankfully we were getting close to my site.

Less than five minutes later we walked into the small clearing that was my home away from home. I stole a glance at him and had to contain my giggles, he looked so confused.

"So this is your campsite?" He said as his eyes scanned the area. I also took a moment to take in my work; the clearing looked like any other part of the woods. No one would ever suspect that there was actually a fully stocked campsite sitting here. I pulled out my wand and with a flick of my wrist my barrier was removed and my little campsite came into full view. Walking into the campsite a wave of sadness suddenly took over me. I try so hard to not get attached to an area, but this little campsite was my home; and now it was time to pack up and move on. I wish that someday I can have a real home again; one that I can see myself growing old in with someone special. I have no idea when that day will come but hopefully it will come someday soon.

"This is a really nice little hangout you have here, I can see why moving must be kind of hard." Mr. Black said as he walked into the site standing next to me. How in the world did he know how I felt? Maybe he is really good at reading people because as hard as I try, sometimes I can't hide all my feelings. So I nodded in agreement.

"Well with everything that happened maybe a fresh start will be a good thing." I said looking up to him with a smile, he returned the smile and with a sigh stretched his arms and started to walk around. Clearly he was trying to figure out how we were going to carry all my belongings.

"Hey you wouldn't have a bag or something so we can start packing up your stuff? If not I can run back to my house, we have a bunch of bags and old boxes we can use." Mr. Black said as he did a circle around my tent.

"Why yes I do have a bag right here, could you hold it open for me please?" I said sliding my beloved beanbag off my shoulder and handing it to him. He accepted the little bean bag and carefully opened it; making sure to sneak a peek into it first.

"Alright Mr. Black. If you could just hold my bag out, this will only take a second." He cautiously held out my bag and with a few flicks of my wand my entire campsite started to fold in on itself and as it did the items flew into the bag. In less than a minute my entire campsite was gone and stored away in my little beanbag.

I almost busted out laughing; the look on his face is priceless! I wish I had my camera out and ready so I could have taken a picture of him. The look he wore was a combination of awe, a little fear, curiosity, and pure shock. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned over and peered into the bag. This only intensified the look on his face, and I knew exactly what he was seeing; the inside of an empty bag.

"What the…" He started to say as he jiggled the bag in his hands. He even turned it upside down, trying to find where everything went.

"Where did everything go?" He asked, sticking his hand into the bag trying to pull anything out.

"This bag is my very special bag. I had it during all my travels and it's been a lifesaver. You see it has a few spells casted on it. One being that only I and whoever I want can see the contents of the bag, and two it has an expander charm on it. So it can literally hold anything and everything; to some extent." I said walking over and reaching my arm deep down into it.

"It's like that old American movie; Mary Poppy? Mary Pop, Mary Poppins! Yes Mary Poppins, you know where she has the magical bag that holds everything? Well this is the same concept basically. I have my campsite in here, cloths, ingredients, potions, books, food, shoes, ummm more books, all sorts of things I might need. Including this!" I said as I pulled out my brand new camera.

Oh my new camera, I love my new camera. On my way out of the airport I walked by a store selling very nice cameras, so I decided that because I would be undercover one cover-up could be me being a photographer. Before Hogwarts I used to run around all the time with a camera in one hand and a book in the other. But once school started I decided to give photography a break. So when I arrived here I decided to treat myself to a very nice digital camera; which I actually prefer better than the cameras used in the magical world. I stepped back a few feet and started to adjust the settings.

"I took a picture when I first set up my site, and since this is a new start a new picture is in order. So one, two, three, smile!"

Click!

And that was the second picture, not including all the test photos and random pictures I took when I first got the camera; that I have taken since I have arrived here in Forks Washington. A photo of a very good looking young man, with a goofy grin, holding out my little bean bag.

"You seriously did not just take a picture of me? You didn't get a shot of my good side, and the light was horrible, and I always look fat in my pictures." He said trying to sound sad and pathetic; rubbing his stomach and attempting to look chubbier. We both busted out laughing and soon we were off again in search of my new campsite.

From that moment on things seemed to just fall into place, and he became less and less irritating. He did steal a few glances at me, which I still found extremely annoying; but all in all it wasn't too bad. He stayed away from the more serious questions and instead we talked about what normal teens talk about. Best and most favorite movies, types of music we liked, favorite foods, most embarrassing thing to ever happen to us. I decided to play it safe by making my most recent trip over the root event as my most embarrassing moment. The more we walked and talked the more I started to relax and really enjoy his company.

Then I felt it. I could feel the sadness and loneliness that was starting to inch its way into my heart, and no matter how much I tried to ignore the ache; I could not stop the process once it had begun.

It has been too long since I was able to have a nice conversation with someone and not have it be all about the magical world and my involvements with the past war. It was so easy to talk with him, but the longer I allow this to go on the harder it will be to let go. People might think I have no clue about the opposite sex, Malfoy being one of them, but I can tell when I guy is somewhat interested in me. But this is not the time or the place for anything like that to happen.

A lot has happened to me over the course of the war, and the Hermione Granger everyone once knew and loved is buried six feet into the earth. All that is left is a harden shell of my former shelf. I want to live again, I want to dig myself out of that tomb and enjoy life, but I was not at that point yet. When I came here to America my heart was frozen solid, but somehow the people here have slowly started to melt the ice away. However, as quickly as the ice melted my heart would freeze over again. When will I be whole again? When will this ache and this sadness finally leave me alone? Only time will tell, and it infuriated me that after everything I went through I was not strong enough to overcome myself; my own boundaries.

But if there was one thing I did have control over, it was making sure that Mr. Jacob Black was not hurt by me. It has been a long time since I have met such a nice guy. He might not know it now, but he doesn't want to get involved with a girl like me. I am a fast sinking ship and if he was smart he would abandon the ship soon, before he gets brought down as well; or before I erase his memories. On the outside it looks like I do not have a lot of baggage, but deep down I store more baggage and issues than what my magical little bean bag can hold. Also, even though the Cullen's may trust him with their secrets I do not know how long I can go before he becomes a real issue. My only choice after all this is over might be to erase myself from his memories. He's is a very sweet guy, any girl will be lucky to have him; I'm just not that girl.

The sun was starting to set and I suddenly realized we had been walking in silence for quite some time now. Mr. Black had taken the lead and I was following close behind. Just when I thought we were going to literally walk to the other side of the forest he came to an abrupt stop and I almost walked right into him. I leaned over to peer around him, wondering why we stopped and was shocked at what I saw. He had led us to a beautiful clearing that was perched on a small hillside that was surrounded by trees, and down the hill a little ways is a beautiful little brook. Even though the clearing was surrounded by trees the sunlight still filtered through so it was bright and warm.

"How this for a spot? I figured with the water close by and it's shaded; but there is still a place for a fire pit. I just hope it is big enough for your gear?" He said walking around the area.

"This is perfect; I wish I found this the first time around." I said walking into the clearing.

"There is one more surprise too, if you walk down to the stream and head toward the right and follow it down a little ways there is an old outhouse. Some of the locale hunters built it, but it's the off season for hunting so no one should be using it. It's clean, I think, but it's better than going free in the woods. If you know what I mean?" He said with his goofy grin. Once again thank you sunglasses for concealing my flushed cheeks, he's right, it doesn't matter how many times you use the woods as a bathroom it still is awkward. That outhouse sounds just as good as the Queens royal bathroom right now.

"I don't know what to say? Thank you! This is absolutely perfect. Sam was right; you guys do know these woods well." I said as I was figuring out the best spot for my tent. I had Mr. Black hold my bag one more time and soon my little campsite was unpacked again, ready to be used. I took out my camera and took a moment to take some pictures of my new area, some of the photos include Mr. Black, which I did not mind and maybe did on purpose; but this was a defiantly going to be a good new start for me.

"Well now that you are all unpacked, it is getting close to dinner time. Do you want to head over to where the bonfire is?" He asked looking at the setting sun to judge the current time. I nodded in agreement, but I made sure to excuse myself first to quickly run into my tent and check my appearance and put some fresh perfume on. Once I was satisfied I exited the tent and was stopped dead in my tracks.

He had his back to me looking out over the little stream, hands in his pockets. The sun was beating off of him and he just looked like he belonged here, like he was part of the beautiful woods that surrounded him. This was like a dream and suddenly I thought I was dreaming because I swear I have seen this before; seen a young man standing in the woods surrounded by sunlight somewhere in my dreams. I slapped my cheeks; get a grip, there is work to be done. So I walked to him and as I did he turned and smiled at me; a smile so warm, so real, so kind, I could not help but dumbly smile back.

"All set?" He asked, starting to walk in a specific direction.

"Yes, let me make a barrier real quick". I said pulling out my wand. He patiently waited and watched from the side as I performed my usual routine for making barriers; walking around in circles chanting the old spell. First barrier was close to my tent, second included my entire campsite, third included part of the brook, and then the fourth was a much bigger in diameter. Once I was pleased with my work I nodded to Mr. Black and we walked side my side to where the bonfire would be taking place.

By the time we reached where the bonfire was happening it was early evening. I knew that a good portion of the woods was on a Native American reserve, but I never thought to connect Sam and Jacob Black to it. So here I am walking into a small cluster of homes with children, families, and people gathering around carrying bowls and trays of food; laughing and talking with one another. Off to the side the bonfire was already going strong and around sat, what I could only image were, the elders that Sam had mentioned. Mr. Black led me up towards a house where a man in a wheel chair was coming out of.

"Hey dad I want you to meet the guest of honor tonight, Hermione Granger, Hermione this is my dad Billy Black." Mr. Black said as he introduced me his father. Billy Black rolled up to us and greeted me with a big smile.

"It is very nice to meet you Miss. Granger. I hope Jacob here has been acting like a gentlemen?" Mr. Black said grasping my hand.

"A perfect gentlemen if you ask me, and thank you for allowing me to come." I said returning the handshake.

"Good. We are all glad to have some new company here for a change. Jacob if you're smart you better get her over to where the food is or there will be nothing left." Mr. Black said as he started to head over the bonfire.

"Shall we then?" Jacob Black said gesturing to where the food must be. As we headed over we were welcomed by a group of young men that were as just as tall and well-built as Mr. Black.

"Hermione I would like you to meet everyone. Over here is Paul, then Embry, Quil, Jared, the little guy here is Seth, and you know Sam. Oh and Leah is around here somewhere. Guys this is Hermione Granger." Mr. Black said as he pointed each one out. They all looked very similar, dark skin, black hair, and each had a matching tattoo on their arms; but each seemed different in their own ways. From what I could tell Quil and Embry reminded me of Fred and George; they probably get into a lot of trouble, but their tricks usually came in handy and they will always help when needed. Paul actually reminded me of Malfoy in an odd way; not the mean Malfoy, but the more serious trying to act tougher than he really is Malfoy. Jared stayed quiet in the background; he looked like the more quiet type. Seth is downright cute, he clearly was the youngest of the group and he was just adorable. Sam, looking like he was the eldest in the group, seemed to be in his natural element; and it was pretty obvious that he was the leader of this odd little group. As for Leah, well I guess I will get to meet her at some point.

"It is very nice to meet you all; I guess Mr. Black was correct in stating that this was a big event." I said looking over towards the massive fire.

"Well thank you, we really appreciate you coming here tonight." Sam said, smacking Quil on the side of the head. The boys tried to suppress there laughter, but apparently I had missed something because Mr. Black was giving them all an extreme death glare.

"Make sure you all leave something to eat for Hermione, she's been through a lot and needs a good hot meal. So don't be rude." Sam said as he rejoined the group by the fire. Everyone took a moment to watch him leave and once he was a good distance away I was surrounded.

"So it sounds like you're from England are you British?", "We heard you had to stay with the bloodsucker's where you scared?", "How old are you?", "Are you single?", "It must have sucked being stuck with Jake here all day!", "You should sit next to me at the bonfire!"….

"Ok, ok back off. Don't you guys have burgers to go eat?" Mr. Black said, I could tell he was trying to get them to leave us alone. With a few grunts and sly whispers the boys headed over the fire and only Mr. Black, Seth, and I remained.

"So Hermione? Can I call you Hermione?" Seth said, walking toward a grill with Mr. Black.

I wasn't listening; I didn't even comprehend the question I was being asked. All that I wanted to know was what in the world was going on here? Do all these people know about the existence of vampires? I could not help but feel like I was stuck in an old fashion horror movie where when the sun went down the people will start disappearing; losing their lives to blood thirty demons.

A great wise wizard once told me that patience was the greatest answer, and to not push for knowledge. But I had enough and I am going to get down to the bottom of this, right now.

Quickly spotting an old shed off to the side I grabbed Mr. Black by the upper arm, dragging him toward that direction. What has this guy been eating solid bricks? I am using my full weight and pulling as hard as I can but apparently it was like pulling on a cemented block. I didn't want to draw any attention to us, but my efforts in attempting to get Mr. Black to the shed was looking painfully obvious and people might be getting the wrong impression. Mr. Black looked at me like I was a crazy person so I abandoned my attempt at pulling and tried something new; this time from the back. I raced around behind him and with all my strength I threw my shoulder into his broad back. I almost felled right over and for a second I thought I was going to be sick; I really smashed my shoulder into him. But he didn't even budge or looked like I had caused him any pain.

"Ummmm Hermione? What are you doing?" Mr. Black said turning around and bending down more to my level; for now I was somewhat doubled over holding my very sore shoulder.

"Oh I was just trying to break my arm, that's all. What do you think I was doing? Can we please have a word somewhere in private?" I said motioning toward the shed; still bent over.

"Sure no problem, but are you ok?" Mr. Black said trying to gently help me up from my position. Biting back the sharp pain in my arm I gathered myself and started to make my way to the shed.

"I'm fine, fine; just get over here." I said as heading to the small shed. Mr. Black, giving Seth a thumbs up whether it for go him to continue on without us or to ensure him I was alright or for something else entirely I do not know, finally followed me to the shed.

I found myself walking into not really a shed but more of a makeshift garage with a little car, various tools and parts, and even a motorcycle. Once Mr. Black joined me I concentrated on the shed and summoned a silencing charm, just to make sure that no one can ease dropping in on our conversation. Then it was open season.

"Alright, clearly you have seen that I am no ordinary person and I am aware that you and your friend Sam have knowledge of the vampires in this area, but, but….Oh Merlin I don't care! I do not care anymore! I do not care that I am breaking almost every rule in the magical world. Or any rules for vampires and what normal people are allowed to know and not allowed, but I can't stand it anymore! How do you know about the existence of vampires? What is your connection? What is everyone's connection here, because to be honest it feels like everyone here knows that there are vampires living basically next door and clearly they do not seem too worried about it." I was completely out of breath by the time my rant was over, and Mr. Black looked like a deer in the headlights. I was about to start round two of my rant when Mr. Black finally spoke up.

"Ok well first of all we… I can't tell you the truth or at least I thought I couldn't. We are cannot tell anyone who is an outsider the truth about us, but for some reason you are different. We can tell you without you having to find out on your own. So to be honest I did not know exactly how to tell you everything; so Sam and I thought that maybe this bonfire would be the best way to explain everything to you, but I guess not." Mr. Black said, rubbing the back of his head.

"So long story short; way back when like many, many years ago this area was home to a Native American tribe, my tribe, the Quileute's. They were threatened by a vampire that tried to eat everyone and somehow the men in the tribe were blessed by the spirits and were given the ability to transform into wolves. They were called spirit warriors, but honestly they were vampire hunting wolves. Later on when the Cullen's came to this area my great, great grandfather and Carlisle created a treaty so that the Cullen's could live in one part of the woods and the Quileute's on the other. The only way the Cullen's could break the treaty is if they came onto our territory or bite a human. Over time spirit warriors faded away because the Cullen's blended into society. This lasted until like two years ago when more vampires started to come into Washington. This created the need for the spirit warriors to return so the men of this tribe started to shape shift. Sam, Jared, Paul, Quil, Embry, Leah and Seth; are all descends of the tribe, including me. So…" Mr. Black said; now he seemed out of breath.

"So you all can transform into….wolves? Even you?" I said, completing his sentence. The only response I got was a nod.

This had to be the strangest little town I have ever been too. Vampires living among people and that basically ran the local hospital, to add onto the madness teenage boys that are decedents of spirit warriors and are running around chasing the vampires and turning into wolves. I thought my life was crazy, the day I received my letter to Hogwarts I thought it was all just a big joke. But this was no joke; clearly where were far bigger magical things happening here.

"Ok, ok I know I sound crazy, but you have to admit you have most likely seen weirder things. I mean you're a witch right?" Mr. Black said trying to lighten the mood. He was right I have seen odder things; I have seen giant snakes, dragons, trolls, plants that can kill you, and not to mention the three headed dog first year.

To be honest I guess this wasn't so bad, if anything my curiosity was taking over my more logical judgment. There must be a reason to how these people can shape shift and now I really wanted to stick around and learn more. There was still a small part of me that wished that I had finally found something normal. That even though I was chasing Death Eaters I could enjoy the simple life for one second, but now I have to add vampires and shape shifters to my list. Oh well, at least between the freshening up on my vampire history as well as some new research on this whole shape shift thing I can spend at least a full week reading and researching. I guess I have my work cut out for me; and now that I think back on it I do remember reading in this particular job description that there were also some out of the ordinary magical occurrences happening in this area. But I figured it was due to the Death Eaters running around; not all this. Those bastards knew something fishy was happening here and they still thought I was absolutely the perfect witch for the job; how typical.

"Please why don't you have something to eat and come to the bonfire? You will hear everything in way better detail ok? Please I think we can help each other?" Mr. Black pleaded. I eyed him one more time, until I gave in. I was too tired to fight anymore and that annoying feeling started to come over me; somehow I just could not help but trust him and it was getting rather irritating.

"Fine, fine! But if you even think of trying anything, anything! I will hex you into thinking you are a five year old girl who wants a pony." I said as I jabbed my finger into his chest. Mr. Black threw his hands up in surrender, and reluctantly I found myself following him back outside to the bonfire.

"Hey, by the way, is your arm ok?" Mr. Black asked as we reached to where the food was. All the new information made me completely forget the pain. I was trying to convince him that I was indeed fine when Seth rejoined us.

"Hey guys I made sure to save you two some food. So Hermione, are you really from England" Seth asked, as he handed me a bottle of water.

"Yes, actually I am from a small town on the outskirts of London. I am here on a…business trip!" After that Seth and I instantly became friends and talked for at least an hour. He made sure I got whatever I wanted to eat and as much as I wanted. He got a chair for me to sit in by the fire and offered me a jacket if I got cold. I could tell that Mr. Black and Seth have a strong relationship; it was like they were brothers. They would tease each other and laugh; and together they decided it was fun to mimic my accent. That did not last long; at first it was funny, but by the third time I was about to hex the two of them into oblivion. With one stern look they both dropped their heads and that was the last time they tried to talk like Englishmen. I have to give myself credit; even behind my sunglasses my, you better stop this nonsense right now, glare still worked. That was thanks to years of practice on Harry and Ron.

Seth had loaded my paper plate with everything imaginable; pasta salad, potato salad, fruit salad, a hotdog which he also wanted to get me a cheeseburger that I politely declined, potato chips, and to top it all off two brownies. Between my big bottle of ice cold water and my massive plate of food I manage to eat almost everything. At first I was only letting Seth load up my plate to be nice, but I didn't realize how hungry I really was until I started eating. I could tell that the others where a little surprise to see me eating like I have been starved; but my last real meal was, ok I cannot remember when I last ate, so I was very hungry. Sitting between Seth and Mr. Black I could not help but steal a glance. Mr. Black truly looked happy to see me not only eating but also having fun. It did feel good for a change; but I had to stay focused.

After everyone settled and the sun disappeared Mr. Billy Black gestured for everyone to quiet down. At first I didn't realize that more than half the people had left the fire and the only people that remained was the group of young men, the elders, and two other women; plus us.

"Welcome everyone on this beautiful evening. The spirits are with us as we welcome our guest Miss. Granger. As you all know, the history of the Quileute's go back for many generations. For years the members of this tribe have a born duty that has been passed down from family to family to protect the people of this land. But we also have a duty to uphold and enforce the treaty that was created by our fathers. Miss. Granger; we have asked you to come here tonight to hear our story and how we as a tribe have come to be; I think you of all people know that there are far stranger things in this world."

That was the beginning of the history of the Quileute Tribe and their connection to what they call, the Pale Ones. Instantly I knew pale one meant vampire. I was memorized by the story Mr. Billy Black told. The spirit warriors, men being able to change into wolves, the Cullen's and their involved with this treaty; it was exactly what Mr. Black had told me in the shed.

So these young men, guys, teenagers were really capable of changing into wolves? Mr. Jacob Black is capable of changing? I thought I was going to pass out due to brain overload. There were still so many unanswered questions and the thought of all this unknown information was kind of making me dizzy. It only took Mr. Billy Black a half an hour to tell the full history of their people and the truth behind the young men and apparently women of this tribe; but out of all the books I have ever read on anything magical, and I have real more books than anyone can imagine, I have never heard of anything like this.

I could feel Mr. Black eyeing me from time to time, and the nervousness that was radiating off of him was making me even more nervous. I could see why he didn't want to tell me at first, not the greatest way to make a first impression. But why didn't the Cullen's tell me about all this? I know I was very reserved with the information I gave out, but really? So not only are there vampires running around but also people that can transform into wolves that are vampire hunting machines? My mission was only supposed to be capturing the escaped Death Eaters. Now it is fight against wand wielding vampires with vampire hunting wolves, it was a full blown extravaganza; and somehow, as always, I was smack in the middle of the whole thing.

"So you see, like the Cullen's, we too have a responsibility to protect the people of this area against any vampires that may be a threat. We have teamed up with the Cullen's before and have made temporary arrangements so that we could work together. We are willing to do that again and hopefully with your help we can all assist each other in reaching our goals. So what do you think? Still want to work with us and the Cullen's" Sam said standing beside Mr. Billy Black.

What do I think? I think I need that vacation now more than ever.

To Be Continued…

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