AN: Thank you all so much for the reviews! I'm still going to wait for at least 4 people to review before I post the next chapter. I know I said I was going to wait for 5, but my friends keep bothering me to post this chapter, so enjoy! Oh and by the way, the part when Bella reads from the book is all made up. I just thought that would sound like something a book like that would say.

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"A vampire?" Jacob said with a confused look on his face, "What is that?" Bella wasn't listening to him; she was fully absorbed in the book. "Bellers?" Jacob shook her and she looked back up at him.

"What?" she asked impatiently, wanting to go back to reading.

"What the heck is a vampire?" Jacob asked his friend again.

"According to this book," Bella started searching on the page for a good place to start out, " Vampires are pale creatures that drink human and animal blood. They are killers, while werewolves are protectors. Anyone who is suspected to be a bloodsucker is not allowed to be on Quilete land." She read aloud and then asked Jacob, " Are vampires real?"

" How am I supposed to know?" Jacob said, " Just because I'm Quilete, it doesn't mean I know everything in this silly storybook."

"Why do you think it's silly? I think it's fascinating."

"Bellers, do you know what werewolves are?" Bella shook her head and Jacob continued, " My dad said they are people, and when they get upset they turn into wolves. That's impossible, and if they're in this book, what makes you think vampires are real too?"

Bella thought about that for a minute. Jacob made a good point. The thought of werewolves didn't sound real, so would that mean this whole book was a lie? But, even though she knew she should probably be scared of vampires – if they are real or not- she somehow wasn't. She wanted to learn more about them, and she kinda wanted to meet one. She thought the picture was a lie. She didn't think vampires were horrible monsters; they looked like beautiful creatures that were just misunderstood. Then she got out of her daydream and noticed that it seemed quieter then before.

"Jakie?" No response. She looked over the balcony, down at the first floor and saw that the barn door had been closed. It was really dark now. Then she felt a cold, smooth hand on her shoulder; and an even smoother, velvet voice say,

" I'm glad you think so highly of us, Bella."