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JacobOC Everything reminded him of her. He knew he had to get over this and home was not the place to do it. So, he ran away and it seems like a stranger and her family will be the ones who can heal him. JacobOC ECLIPSE SPOILERS Book One of the Imprints of Life series. FINAL CHAPTER HAS BEEN POSTED! AU


13. Chapter 13

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"Why do you have to go today?" Brittany wined.

Emily looked up from the cooler she was packing. "Horses like these don't come around everyday. Your father wants to get a head start."

Brittany huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

Jacob watched this exchange over the rim of his cup, fear twisting in his stomach. He had not seen nor smelled that...thing in a week. He was beginning to think that he was gone again. Even the Cullens had stopped patrolling the woods at night. He did not tell this to Samara, no need to cause her any worry.

The aforementioned girl was up in her room doing something. She had been spending a good deal of her time up there, away from him and her family. It worried him, slightly, that she was no longer speaking with him and he wondered why ever relationship with the opposite sex he entered into turned out like this. He was beginning to get angry, which was not good, not good at all. Someone could get hurt.

Emily and Bed left soon after and the children were left to their own devices. Brittany was on her computer and Sally was reading. Jacob knocked on the door of Samara's room and waited.

"Come in," her voice sounded from inside.

He opened the door and saw her tuck something into a box on her dresser before turning to look at him. "Oh," she said. "It's you."

He frowned. "Yeah. Is something wrong again? What did I do this time?"

"Nothing. Hey, let's go for a walk okay."

"I'm not sure if it's-"

"You said you would not let anything happen to me." She paused. "I just need to get out of the house. Please."

Jacob nodded. "Let's go then."

They snuck out of the house, mindful of the eye roll Brittany sent their way, and out into the cold woods. The walk was silent except for the crunching of the snow beneath their feet. Samara kept her arms wrapped tightly around her as her eyes searched the bare trees around them.

"Have you been thinking about what I told you?" she finally asked.

"About the witches?"

She nodded.


"No you haven't."

"What do you want me to say? That witches summoned some dark being and lost control and now it is taking the lives of people? How do you expect me to believe that?"

"How do you expect me to believe there are vampires and werewolves?" she shouted.

"Because you have seen them."

"So that's it? If you can't see you can't believe?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying."

Samara huffed and stalked in front of him, muttering under her breath. Here they were again, fighting. Jacob was beginning to wonder if she really was his imprint. They fought so much and kept things from each other. He glanced at her back and felt that feeling rise up inside him again. The feeling that he needed to protect her, that she was designed and built for him. Seriously, would he be happy with a woman who did not give him any trouble? No, he decided. What she was, what they were, was just what Fate had destined them to be. He also knew that she could have a small point in what she was saying about witches. He looked towards the sky, begging for help before sprinting after her. He caught up and grabbed her hand, much to her surprise, and refused to let it go even after she started clawing him. She finally gave up.

"Okay, so what if I believed that there were witches and this creature was theirs. What do you expect me to do with this information? I don't know anything about that kind of thing."

She smiled softly at him and he realized he had made the right decision in somewhat listening, but more appeasing, her. "I'm sure the ripping off of limbs in effective no mater what the creature is."

She bent down to tie her shoelace and Jacob took the time to look around the woods. He did not smell anything, but he knew that did not matter. That thing had not left a scent when he was patrolling and he had a feeling it did only when it wanted to. Why did it want to put him on guard then?


He looked at her, only to have a snowball in the face. Sputtering he cleared the now slushy white stuff out of his eyes and glared at her. She fixed him with an innocent smile causing his glare to turn into a smirk. Catching the look, she shrieked and began running in the opposite direction. He followed her trying not to laugh to hard at her giggles.

"Just try it!" she called over her shoulder, picking up speed. "Oh!" She went sprawling into the snow, pinned by a very pleased looked teenaged boy.

"Eat it," was all he said as he pushed her face into the snow.

Laughing and coughing she hit him on the arm the best she could. "Get off." Another set of giggles. "I can't breath. Jake!"

He let her up and allowed her to roll over. She had another fit of giggles and he starred down at her bemused. "That was fun," she muttered, finally recovering.

He helped her up with a grin and took in her damp appearance.

"You look like a drowned...puppy," she said with a mischievous smirk.

"You just look drowned," he retorted, lamely.

She shivered and laughed again. "I prefer to think of myself as a water nymph. Can we go in now? I'm cold."

The heat of his body had dried his clothes almost completely. He nodded and pulled her closer to share his warmth before they began their trek back to the house. When they arrived, Samara ran up to take a shower and Jacob distracted himself from the thought and watched Sally play with her Christmas present. He was wondering what the big deal about Guitar Hero was when Samara came down.

She was running a comb through her hair, stopping now and again to work out some of the fiercer tangles. He watched her fingers out of the corner of his eye.

"What do you want for dinner?" she asked, glancing at the clock.

"You're going to cook?" Sally sounded incredulous.

Samara just rolled her eyes. "How else are we going to eat?"

"You can't cook. Jake, don't let her cook." The younger girl starred at him franticly. "Please. Our lives are at stake."

"Hah. Hah. Hah. Very funny, Sally." She threw her comb at her. "If it makes you feel any better there is TV dinners in the freezer. All you have to do is pick the one you want."

"Are you sure you can handle the microwave?"


Jacob chuckled and shook his head, following the two girls into the kitchen.

As Samara pulled what ever frozen concoction of processed foods there was out of the fridge, Jacob sat at the table with a deck of cards."

"Do you count cards, Sally?"

"That's cheating," Samara put in.

"I've been meaning to learn."

"I'll teach you."

"Where's Brittany?" Samara asked a few minutes into her cooking.

"She went out onto the porch to finish up some homework," Sally replied.

"Oh," Samara said, before a scream split the air.