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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


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8. Chapter 8

Rating 4/5   Word Count 1996   Review this Chapter

Jacob went in the house a few hours later and passed out on the couch. Her smell still lingered there and it comforted him in a way. He would give her time, that was what he decided as he lay in `the empty bunkhouse feeling sick. Bella had been bad, but this rejection had been terrible. Instead of feeling broken, he felt shattered. Instead of feeling like a piece of him was gone, he felt like he lost everything. She would come back...she had to.

He awoke hours later to Emily putting breakfast on the table. He heaved himself off the couch and into the kitchen, running his hand through his hair.

"Good morning Jacob," Emily said, trying to give him a cheerful smile. Jacob nodded and smiled too.

The table was silent and sad. Sally had donned a black dress that looked like it could have come from some Victorian Goth's closet. Where she got it, Jacob didn't know.

Samara didn't meet his eyes when he looked at her and he held back a sigh. Time, he reminded himself. Time. He walked over to the stove and rested his hand on Emily's. She stopped making his plate and glanced curiously up at him. "Go sit down. I'll get it."

She didn't argue as she took his half made plate and sat down next to her stepdaughter. Jacob served himself and ate standing at the counter; not wanting to sit on Samara's other side...in Jack's chair and not wanting to bother dragging one in from the other room. No one said anything.

The last time Jacob knew of someone being lost to vampires they had been far from him. They were just tourists and people coming in from Seattle. No one he cared about had been hurt. This was different. People he loved where sad and quiet. There was no more laughing. He didn't want to think what would happen when they found the body. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, causing him to look up from his food.

Ben got to his feet and opened the door.

"Hello, Officer," he said surprised.

From his vantage point, Jacob could see the uniformed policeman. He looked grim.

"Mr. Dawson, I," he cleared his throat as Emily came and stood by her husband. The girls had turned in their seats to listen. "We found your son's body a few miles away from his car."

Emily gasped and buried her face in Ben's shoulder. The man stood stiff, starring at the officer. "Thank you. Where is he?"

"In the truck, you, you don't want to see him, sir. Really you don't."

"Yes, I do."

Samara had turned to look at Jacob and this time it was he who didn't meet her eyes.

"Please," Emily said from the doorway. "Let me see my son."

"Alright, ma'am."

"Stay here girls," Ben ordered, closing the door behind him.

Brittany and Sally were starring at the door in shock. Samara got to her feet and had her hand on the doorknob before Jacob stopped her.

"Don't," he whispered to her. "You're parents are going to regret going out there."

Samara starred hard at him.

"We found the body last night and made sure someone else could find it."

Still she starred. "I want to go see him."

Jacob sighed and moved away from the door. "Fine."

Samara gave him a smug look and opened the door, closing it with a snap behind her.

He turned to look at Sally who was still sitting at the table. Brittany had disappeared. "What?"

"What's with you and my sister? Did you fight?"

"Yeah, yeah we did."

"Was it after she came downstairs? I followed her down so I saw her with you."

"Yeah."

"About what?"

"Just...stuff. I don't want to talk about it."

Sally shrugged. "Alright." She got up and cleared the plates before wandering off upstairs.

Jacob glanced apprehensively out the window, but couldn't see anything. With a sigh he left the kitchen and headed outside.

Samara hadn't gone to the end of the driveway where the truck was. Instead she stood at the top, looking down at her parents as they talked to the police officer. Emily was shaking and clinging to her husband.

"Decided not to, huh?"

Samara didn't answer him. Instead she turned, passed him and went into the house.

He didn't see her the rest of the day. Emily came back, but went to lay down on Ben insistence. Sally and Brittany talked their father into doing the same and enlisted Jacob to help clean the kitchen. Once that was done, they separated to do their own thing. Jacob went for a run, catching up with Embry and Quil and doing a circuit around the property. All they found was some faint traces.

Maybe they left, Quil said hopefully.

Maybe, Jacob agreed, but he didn't count on it.

Sun down found him on his own, at his request. He ran as hard as he could, just like the first night he ran away. He wouldn't leave this time, though. He was needed. He stopped finally and sprawled out on the ground, panting. His tongue lolled out and he tasted the air, searching for any clues to the leaches whereabouts. There was something out there; he just didn't know what it was. Getting up and shaking the water from his coat, he headed back to the farm.

Emily was making a cup of tea for herself and the house was quiet.

"Where were you?" she asked, when Jacob came in. She didn't sound suspicious, merely curious.

"Walking," he answered.

"Would you like some tea?"

Jacob nodded. "Please." He wasn't a fan of tea, but he figured out long ago that feeding a person comforted Emily.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Emily burst out. "It was terrible. I should have listened to the officer." She shuddered.

Jacob looked at her over his tea cup. "I'm sorry, Emily."

"It's not your fault. I just don't know what could have done something like that."

"What happened?"

"He...was mauled. A bear, that's what they think. They'll be keeping an eye out for a bear. Someone mentioned seeing two of them, but they can't seem to find them."

Jacob sucked in his breath. Talk about De ja vu.

"Stay out of the woods, Jacob, please."

He just nodded and finished his tea. "I should be getting to bed."

"So should I. I'll wash the cups on the morning."

Emily bid him goodnight and went up stairs. Jacob sat at the table a moment longer before changing into a pair of sweatpants and going to the living room to sleep. He lay down on his back and stretched out fully, his bare feet hanging over the edge of the couch. The clock ticked, causing Jacob to be aware of each and every second that went by. Now that he wasn't distracted, that pain was coming back. This must have been what she felt when that leech left her. He shook his head and closed his eyes tight, willing his mind blank and for sleep to take over him.

He awoke with a start some hours later to the sound of quiet footsteps. They paused when they saw him move and he relaxed and closed his eyes, keeping his other senses attuned. A soft hand touched his brow and pushed his hair of his face, before tracing the line of his jaw and back up to his hair. They stopped there and worked their way through the tangled mess.

On impulse he grabbed her face and pulled her towards him. Samara squeaked as his lips found her and pressed them hard in a kiss.

You idiot! He scolded himself. His eyes snapped open and he made to pull away, when her hands threaded further into his hair and she kissed him back. She made an odd mewing noise when he ran his tongue of her lips to deepen the kiss. Finally. he pulled away. Samara planted her hands on his bare chest and pushed herself up, staring at him with wide, slightly dazed, eyes. She glanced down at his pectorals and swallowed.

"What are you doing here, Samara?" he murmured, his eyes staying on her face.

"N-not that. I-I don't know what I was doing down here. I just-" she made to get off of him, only to have his arm hold her down. She looked a little surprised for a minute before continuing. "They were so scared, they couldn't explain the death. I-I knew. It must have looked horrible because...my father went into his room to cry. I heard him and Emily. He never cries Jake." She buried her face in his warm skin and took a deep breath.

He gently stroked her bare arm, frowning into the air as they lay in silence. Finally she lifted her head and looked at him.

"Should I be afraid?" she whispered.

Jacob shook his head. "No. I won't hurt you and neither will anything else...not while I'm here."

She nodded and rolled off of him and onto the floor. She sat by his head, still staring at him like he was a painting or something. "I still don't know what to think."

Jacob snorted. "They never do."

"Hmmm." She ran her hand through his hair again, brow furrowed in thought.

"Anything you want to ask me?" he asked, turning into her caress.

"Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

He cracked open his eyes, saw her mischievous smile, and smirked. "Something tells me "a lot of practice' isn't an accepted answer."

She laughed a little and shook her head. Silence once more.

"Well?"

Her eyes went back to his face and she pursed her lips. "Tell me."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything?"

He shot her an incredulous glance.

"Fine, not everything tonight. How about: Your people's history, when you found out and why you ran away."

"Why I ran away?"

"Yes."

He closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come. It didn't, all he felt was happiness and content that Samara was there and Samara accepted him. She had allowed him to kiss her and hold her and talk to her.

He sat up. "Alright. Come up here though, you're going to freeze to death."

She nodded and sat next to him, cuddling into the blankets and against his body.

"Go."

He did. He told her the history of the first werewolf and the coming of the cold people. He told her about his life on the Reservation and finding out he was a werewolf. He told her about Bella and the heartbreak he had experienced a few months earlier. At that part her arm had looped itself around his waist and hugged him tightly. After all of that, he explained about Imprinting.

"We thought it was a rare thing, but Sam, Jared and Quil all Imprinted and now I have."

"What is it exactly?"

"It's finding your soul mate. That's the best way I can explain it."

"Huh." She paused. "I like it. It feels...nice knowing someone will always want you and that you won't be a bargaining tool for them."

Jacob smiled down at her and nodded.

Her head rested on his arm and she closed her eyes. He knew she was asleep. A few hours later he woke her.

"It's six AM. I don't think you want your parents to find us."

She stretched a little, rubbing her sleep blurred eyes. He took the opportunity to kiss her again, effectively driving all thoughts of her family out of her mine. Finally, she got to her feet. "I really need to go. You should try to get a couple more hours of sleep at least."

Jacob nodded and grabbed her hand as she passed, giving it a kiss. She gave him a small smile and was gone.