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Summary:
Jake/ Samara Jake and Samara are together again for the first time in years and everything will be alright now. They deserve it, right? When strange visitors come to Forks, Billy Black and Charlie Swan are put in the hospital. Now, Samara's past is brought to the light and the secrets Jacob knew she always hid are darker then he could have ever imagined. Lies, betrayals and the return of old friends and enemies, turn Forks Washington and the surrounding area into a battle ground, where the fate of all the immortals will be decided. This is the sequel to Watermark Book two of the Imprints of Life series Final Chapter posted.


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1. Prologue

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It was night and the streets of Salem where deserted of all but the most unsavory citizens. A woman moved through the fog, trying to blend in with the gutter rats, but failing with her queen like posture. It did not matter anyway, rats did not talk. She was cloaking herself as best she could with out calling attention from the Dark Ones who still roamed the streets in search of survivors. It was making her nervous, being unable to see, but she kept on hoping to get out of the cold darkness soon. Grey eyes searched the shadows for threats, but found none. Nonetheless she picked up her pace enough to be walking fast, but not to fast as to look suspicious.

She made her way to a lone house on the corner. It was a regular house, with a picket fence and shuttered windows that were painted a cheery blue. She set a hand on the gate, revealing pale, slender fingers, and felt the tingle of the wards run through her, checking if she was friend or foe. They were lesser wards and could be easily bypassed by any enemy. She assumed the person she wanted to see had an alarm system to warn her if anyone was approaching. The tingling stopped and she opened the gate, walking deftly up the walk way lined with flowers, and knocking on the door.

There was silence behind it until a soft voice asked. "Who is it?"

"It is, I."

There were the sounds of latches and chains moving out of the way and the door opened to reveal a petit blonde woman wearing glasses that were almost three times to big for her face. Oddly enough, they suited her well and did not make her look the least bit unattractive. She blinked at her guest and looked over her shoulder.

The said guest raised an eyebrow, though it went unseen under the hood of her jacket. "No password to make sure I am who I say I am."

"You are the only one who answers: ‘who is it?' with proper grammar, Amelia," the blonde said tartly, stepping aside to let her guest in.

Amelia stepped over the threshold, once again feeling the famlier tingling of wards. She shook her head to rid herself of the fuzziness and followed her friend into the back room. It looked like any living room. A couch against one wall and a Television set in front of that. A coffee table was between the two piled with books and old magazines. A book shelf ran the whole length of the wall and that too was full of books, some probably spelled to hide their true content. Through a small door, Amelia could see a kitchen table loaded down with more books and a large pot.

"You've done very well, Sarah," Amelia commented, sitting down on the couch and pulling down the hood of her jacket, revealing a bush of red hair that did not seem to match her personality or demeanor at all.

"As best I can in hiding. Do you want tea?"

"Please."

Sarah nodded and went into the kitchen. Amelia could hear her banging some pots and the sound of water running.

"What brings you here, Amelia?" she called from the kitchen.

"Your niece."

The banging and water stopped suddenly and Sarah walked out of the kitchen holding tight to the full tea kettle.

"What about her? Is she all right?"

"Yes, yes, she's fine. She is going to college and studying to be an artist."

Sarah rolled her eyes and went back into the kitchen to finish making the tea. "She better marry well then."

"I do not know about that," Amelia said softly when Sarah came back. "She has...never mind that is not important. What is important is her mother does not know where she is at this time. She is safe. I do not know how long that will last though."

"Should we send someone to keep an eye on her?"

Amelia shook her head. "I do not know if that is wise. They might be watching us and if we send someone, they could follow her right to your niece. That could prove disastrous. I have, however, taken the liberty to past guards at her parent's house. You never know if someone will try to hut them...again."

Sarah was silent for sometime, moving only to poor the tea when the kettle whistled. She returned with a tray and set it down on top of an old stack of magazines. "You are sure she is safe?"

"For now." Amelia smiled. "She is in good hands. She has a...boyfriend, you know. He will take good care of her and so will his friends."

Sarah snorted. "Boys, will not be able to protect her from Liana's Dark Witches."

Amelia shrugged. "You would be surprised."

"Why do you say that?"

"They are quite tall," she said after a moments of hesitation.

Sarah raised an eyebrow and looked at her friend from over the rim of her teacup. "Height does not protect a person."

Amelia cleared her throat. "Yes...well-"

Sarah set down her tea cup and looked at her friend sharply. "Is there something you are not telling me? Is she alright?"

"Yes, yes," Amelia waved her hand dismissively. "Your girl is set for her entire life. I am quite jealous."

"Jealous of an eighteen year old? Amelia, what are you not telling me?"

"I have told you everything you need to know."

"What school is she going to?"

"Seattle University."

"Strange choice for her...a grey sky does not give off the best light. I thought she would go somewhere where there was a lot of sun."

"Yes, well, things come up. If you must know she spends most of her weekends and all her vacations around Forks. Mostly at the Indian Reservation there."

"Why ever for?"

"I don't know much about it," Amelia started slowly.

Sarah gave her a hard look.

"Her boyfriend lives there. She spends time with him."

"Her boyfriend is on the Indian Reservation? Weren't there rumors of werewolf activity a few years back?"

"Yes. Don't worry about that, they won't hurt her."

Sarah rolled her eye and picked up the tray and walked into the kitchen. "I really would love to know how you know that, Amelia. You know how werewolves are-"

"She's dating the alpha."

There was the clattering sound of breaking china as Sarah, apparently, dropped the tray she was holding. She appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, pale and wide eyed. "Excuse me?"

"Yes," Amelia said, inspecting her fingernails coolly. "Apparently he imprinted on her while he was staying with family in some self apposed exile. He just recently became Alpha because the first one stepped down when his mate conceived. It was the boy's rightful place anyway."

She looked up from her nails and at her friend who was still standing their dumbly.

"So, as you can see, she is perfectly safe."

Sarah shook her head. "How do you know all of this? About the werewolves and my niece?"

Amelia graced her with a rare grin. "I have kept the surviving Sisterhood alive for countless years, my dear. By now, I am very good at my job. Liana has not sent anyone after Samara yet. When she does, I too will send someone. Preferably you. Until then, you must be patient. She is safe for the moment. You must trust me."

Sarah nodded. "I-I do."

"Good. I must go now. Keep on your guard and remember I would never put her in any danger."

"No," Sarah muttered almost bitterly. "Her powers are too precious to you."