Sorry for the wait but my muse has been crazy for another one of my stories lately. Enjoy.

Jac brush the hair from Doll's face gently. "You know I met her, Maria." Jac said looking over to the table where Ozpin sat across from the first hunter. "She's running an Orphanage south of Vale."

"She always loved children, said she wanted a litter of her own one day. Unfortunately hunters of the dream are sterile." Gehrman responded letting out a tired sigh before taking a sip of tea from his cup.

"If I may ask, how are you here Gehrman?" Ozpin asked the question most on his mind.

"It's actually pretty simple Oziaya, another hunter came along and challenged me for the position of Host of the Dream. When he slew me I was released from the dream, that was two weeks ago I believe." He told the immortal man.

"I see, but why haven't you tried to contact anyone or leave the city?" Ozpin asked. "Also I go by Ozpin now, Oziaya died a little over thirty years after the dream began."

"Ozpin huh? I'm assuming you haven't made a lot of progress with Salem?" He laughed darkly while shaking his head. "Well to answer your question, we decided that Remnant didn't need old fossils like us walking around, well most of us anyway."

"We, us? How many others are there?" Jac asked surprised.

"Other than me, five in total, at least five combatants that is. Several towns folk have awoken as well. All but one small group have left the city aside from me." The old man explained.

"Mister Gehrman?" A small voice called from outside the workshop.

"Speak of the devil." He chuckled. "I'm in here love, I have guests. Come say hello." He called out more loudly. After a few seconds light footsteps could be heard outside the workshop and a small head poked around the corner and peered into the workshop. "Now now, no need to be shy dear. You already know one of my guests." He spoke with an old grandfatherly tone.

Jac stared wide eyed at the little girl who stood still half hiding behind the door frame, she had long blonde hair and wore a white dress with white frills along the bottom. For the first time since he'd awoken he was able to remember something about his past clearly, he knew this little girl. "Alisea?" He asked in shock. She looked up at him nervously, he quickly grabbed his hat and pulled it from his head and yanked down his collar.

"Jacky?" She asked sounding equally surprised before sprinting over and plowing into him with the tightest hug her little arms could muster.

Jac dropped to his knees and returned the girls hug. "I can't believe your here." His smile couldn't have got any wider. Memories of the girl and her family poured into his head, the family who'd taken him in after his parents died when he was nine. The family who treated him as one of their own. Pulling away from the girl for a moment he spoke. "Is you're little sister okay? What about your mother and father?" He asked desperately.

The child wiped her running nose and tear filled eyes, she nodded her head up and down. "Y-yes, mommy and daddy are at home with Lizzy." She answered.

Jac felt a wave of relief like none he'd ever known wash over him, he pulled the girl back into a hug as she cried into his shoulder. Ozpin and Gehrman watched the reunion with smiles on their faces. After a few minutes the girl managed to calm down a bit but all but refused to let go of Jac's arm. "So Ali, what brought you here in the first place?" Gehrman asked the child.

Hiccuping a little the girl wiped her nose again. "Mommy is making dinner, she wants you to come over." She answered.

Gehrman nodded with a smile before looking to the two men in the room. "Well, if you two are willing to put off your trip into the catacombs until after supper I'm sure Alma would be happy to set a place for you." The first hunter said earning a raised eyebrow from the headmaster.

"How did you know the catacombs were our reasons for coming here?" He asked curiously earning another laugh from the old man.

"What other reason is there to come to this old gutted city? If Jac returned and brought you with him then there's only one place with anything that could be your purpose, the catacombs. Now enough talk, this little lady walked all the way here to invite us to a meal." Gehrman said standing and walking towards the door.

Ozpin looked to Jac who nodded before kneeling down next to the young girl in a familiar position, Alisea hopped onto his back and wrapped her arms around his neck. Grabbing his hat he placed it back on his head before following behind the old hunter, not that he needed help finding their destination. Where they were going was forever cemented in his memory, the Gascoigne household. After a few minutes of navigating the ruined city the group began approaching a very familiar house with smoke rising from a chimney. "MOMMY, DADDY COME HERE!" Alisea shouted over Jac's shoulder earning a wince from the teen.

After a few moments the door opened to the house where a beautiful blonde woman stepped out. "Alisea, is everyth-" She froze when she saw who was holding her eldest daughter. "Jac?" She whispered.

Jac smiled and set the girl down. "I'm home Aunt Alma." He said as the woman burst into tears and ran over enveloping the boy in a hug, the little girl joining in as well.

"JACKY'S BACK." A new even younger voice shouted from the front door, the youngest daughter quickly scampered over and wrapped herself around Jac's leg.

Jac stayed that way for several minutes as the three women embraced him happily, only letting go when Alma stepped back a bit and picked up young Elizabeth. "Jac, we've missed you so much." The older woman told him happily.

"You've grown stronger boy." An old rough voice finally spoke from nearby.

Jac looked to the old man wearing a large black hat leaning on the door frame with a grin. "And you've gotten older Uncle." Jac said garnering a loud laugh from the old man.

"Smart ass brat, come on. Let's talk over supper."

Vale

Samson slipped into a back alley, his large brown leather hat hiding most of his face, not that anyone was paying any attention to him. He was currently on the bad side of town where people preferred to know as little about one another as possible. It was the part of town where only the foolish would enter a dark alley, he wasn't at all concerned however. The absolute worst part of Vale was still far safer than the streets of Yharnam during the hunt, besides, he knew he was the most dangerous person around.

Rounding another corner he laid his sole eye on a specific warehouse, every member of the court had been given their own assignment across Remnant. Vincent was playing headmaster in Mistral, Vix was gaining the loyalty of the future SDC heir. Getting him would gain them both financial and political power down the line. Jorn had been given the task of searching for other hunters of the dream that might be out there, a job that fit his skill set perfectly. Finally there was Sigil, Samson wasn't entirely sure what that lunatic was doing down in Vacuo. Even for a hunter of the dream like him Sigil was a headache to deal with, any time he was involved in something it was a safe bet that things were about to go horribly and irreparably wrong.

Samson's job was what brought him here to this run down old warehouse in Vale's ghetto, walking up to the large door he pulled out his flintlock and pointed it at the old rusted chain on the door. Removing the destroyed chain he yanked the door open causing a loud squeal from the rusted hinges, stepping in he pulled it shut behind him. He was making no attempt at stealth.

Walking into the warehouse he examined the many stacks of large shipping crates, it hadn't been incredibly difficult to find this places location. A few questions from 'Leo' and a little tracking on his own part and it had taken all of three days to locate it. The last two days were spent on recon, while he was certain of his ability to kill anyone and everyone that might be present he'd rather not start a war. Hell, he was still hoping that he wouldn't need to draw his weapon during this trip.

That hope went out the window almost immediately as he, in an extremely quick and sudden movement, jumped to the side to avoid a blade to his back from a short woman with very strange hair. Without missing a beat the girl turned and swiped at him with her umbrella, a blade sticking out of the top. "Now aren't you an interesting one." Samson chuckled leaning back only narrowly avoiding the blade. She stepped back before squatting and then launching herself in his direction, Samson raised his arm and made to swat the blade aimed at his chest away. When the back of his hand made contact with her umbrella the woman completely shattered like glass.

Alarm bells began screaming in his head and in a blur he grabbed his Vileblood style rapier from within his coat and drew it, sparks exploded as his blade clashed with the small woman who had appeared behind him. Raising his foot he quickly buried it into the surprised girls stomach sending her slamming into a nearby shipping crate causing a body sized dent. Faster than the human eye could follow Samson drew and fired his flintlock into her chest completely destroying the last of her aura. Before she'd even finished crumpling to the floor he'd impaled his blade through the shipping crate next to her neck.

"Interesting indeed, been some time since someone caught me off guard like that." His feral smile grew as he pulled his blade from the metal container and resheathed it. "You wouldn't happen to be Roman Torchwick, would you?" Samson asked looking looking up at the now panicked looking man standing on top of another stack of crates with some kind of cane aimed at him. "If so, we've business to discuss."

Yharnam

Jac watched from the door as Alma put the two girls to bed, it was late, nearly midnight. The girls had been so excited to have him back they needed three stories from him before they finally got drowsy. Alma thankfully came along and sang them a lullaby that put them both out like a light. "You ready boy?" He heard his uncle ask from behind him.

Looking to him he found the man with an ax and blunderbuss hanging from his hip. "As ready as I can be to go to those thrice damned catacombs." Jac said placing his hand on the blade at his hip. He followed his uncle into the living room where Ozpin and Gehrman, both men waiting with serious looks. "Let's go." Jac gestured for the door earning nods from the three other men in the room. He may have appeared to be the youngest present by several decades but he knew the three men held the same respect for him that they held for one another, he was a hunter of the dream.

Exiting the house the four men began navigating the streets towards the church. "Ozpin, what has Jac told you about the great ones?" Gehrman broke their silence as they walked.

"Not a great deal, that's why we're came here in the first place." The headmaster explained.

"Well then, allow me to explain a little of what you're about to see. It may help... swallow everything." The first hunter said grimly. "The first thing you need to understand, those brothers aren't the scariest things out there." He shook his head with a dark smile. "Not by a long shot."

Again I'm sorry for the wait and the slightly shorter than usual chapter but I've been busy. Leave me a review and tell me what you all think. LATER.