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Ink Stain

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.


10. So Much For A Happy Ending

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Jacob's hands were shaking as he gripped the steering wheel. "What?" he whispered.

"Pull over."

"Why?" he growled.

"I can't tell you while the car is moving. We might get in an accident."

She nearly went flying through the windshield when he braked. He was starring hard at her, eyes glittering more then she could ever remember seeing.

She took a deep breath. "It's a long, long story."

"We have time," he muttered.

Samara looked away from him again. "I-I don't know where to begin. It's bad, Jacob. It's really bad. I should have told you before, but I didn't. I'm a coward who would rather hide then face the truth about myself and others."

"I've noticed."

"Don't talk, please."

She took another deep breath. "It began years ago with the arrival of the Sisterhood from Europe. The witches lived in peace for a time, practicing their magic. Everyone was to busy trying to set up a country and all that to pay attention. They probably never would have. Then they were betrayed.

"Let me explain how the magic works. W-they, are born with it. It is a pure power feeding off their souls. The darker the soul, the harder it is to use the magic. There are certain rules you have to follow. Rules that can only be broken by a sacrifice. With a death, the Other World is opened and you are brought face to face with the Dark Ones. They are goddesses, I guess, they have the power to give power. The more you kill the harder it is to use the Pure Magic and the more sacrifice are required. The risk comes when whether or not the Dark Ones accept the sacrifice or not. If they don't then your soul is forfeit and you are sucked into the Other World to become one of them. The more innocent the sacrifice the more likely they are to accept it. Willing sacrifices and children are the best. Are you following all this?"

"How do you know all this?" He sounded horrified.

"It was against the rules of the Sisterhood to open the Other World, but one witch named Leann decided that it would be okay. So she gathered her followers and appealed to the witch's council to allow these things. They were frightened of her. She was one of the more powerful witches and with her ideas she could become unstoppable. They kicked her out of the Sisterhood and that was there mistake.

"Leann was a wife to a leading government official. There was a lot of dissension, the beginning to the witch rumors and Leann saw her chance to take over. She told her husband about them. She did not tell him she was a witch of course, but she gave him names. She turned in a few at first, as a warning, and then she went back to the council again. They refused her once more. A few sided with her and she spared them. Half the coven was destroyed; another quarter dissipeared without a trace and the rest joined her.

"A few hundred years later the other half surfaced and tried to destroy the Coven who they called the Dark Ones, after the goddesses in the Other World. It was then that a witch found a book with a mention of another with whose power rivaled the powers of Morgan Le Fay herself. She would come from the loins of a betrayer and only she could balance the two covens. Since then every daughter born to a Dark One has been watched by both Covens. Both wanting to use the child's power."

She stopped talking and looked over at Jacob who was starring at her with horror as his mind began piecing together pieces.

"Jake," she touched his arm and he jumped, jerking it back.

She pulled that hand to her chest and looked at him. "There is more."

"I'm sure."

"Eighteen years ago a girl was born to the leader of the Dark One's Coven. In attendance was her father and her aunt. The girl was born baring a great magical gift that both the mother and the aunt sensed right away. They both knew what it meant and the mother was thrilled. Finally, her power was guaranteed. But for some reason this girl was stubborn and though she was educated in the Dark One's doctrine she was to afraid to make a sacrifice. It scared her."

"Stop talking in third person, it's annoying," he snapped.

"Fine." She bit her lip. "I was afraid. I had other influences. My aunt, a member of the other half, my father, and Emily. They all wanted me to grow up to be a good person, they did not want me to end the lives of innocent people for my own personal gain. My aunt's Coven Leader needed me as much as my mother did. It was an ongoing fight. It still is. Remember that Thanksgiving? All those phone calls? She wants me to find the missing coven so she can destroy them. Likewise, Amelia, the Leader of the other Coven, wants me to join her and destroy my mother. Both are trying to serve their own purpose, their followers be damned. My mom has sent someone to get me. It was him that cursed your father and Charlie. I just saw my aunt in the parking lot. They're both here, they both want me." She took a deep breath. " That's the story, Jake. Jacob?"

He was starring out the windshield blankly. When he turned to her the hurt and anger was evident in his face. "Why didn't you tell me? Why don't you trust me?" He was shouting.

"I-I'm sorry. It's-"

"Just don't! I don't want to hear your excuses." He took a deep breath and opened his door. "You should start heading back to school. I'll run home."


"Just go please." He slammed the door of the suburban and took off into the woods.

She sighed and slid over into the driver's seat of her car, massaging her temples. Her eyes filled with tears and she began to cry, hard. She could feel anger and grief building up in her, a dangerous thing when it came to her powers. She had to calm herself. She almost laughed at that thought. Jake and she were so similar. A certain emotion and they would both explode and hurt something. A tap on her window startled her.

She raised her head to find herself looking face to face at Alice Cullen. She hit the unlock button and Alice was in the passenger side beside her in seconds.

"Edward said I should come and check on you. He said you might be in bad shape. I can't see you, you know."

"I'm fine." She started the engine of her car and Alice buckled her seatbelt.

"No, you're not. Edward told me all about it."

Samara kept her eyes on the road ahead of her, not looking at the small vampire next to you. She could not handle seeing more disappointment in another person's eyes. "I don't know what to do Alice. I don't know what to do."

"First off, we can switch places."

The next thing Samara knew, she was sitting buckled in the front seat and they hadn't even swerved.

"You're in no condition to drive. Now, there's got to be something we can do."

"Aside from killing them all, there really is nothing."

"Take charge of one and destroy the other."

Samara starred at Alice. "You have to be kidding me."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to kill people. That's half of the problem, you know."

"Okay...take over one and-"

"I can't! I don't feel like I can do anything right now. I feel sick!" She screamed the last one.

"Look, I know you-Oh what am I saying, okay we'll find a way to make is better with that stuffed animal of yours and then we'll figure out what to do about the problem. Just answer this first, what will happen to Billy and Charlie if we wait to long?"

"I-I rather not say and Jacob is not s stuffed animal."


"They'll wake up," she said quickly. "There won't be anything wrong with them and they probably will be released from the hospital. Then they'll develop a fever. Then comes the rash. It burns. That's all I can say. It burns them from the inside out. A painful death by fire. The curse was developed after the first ever witch burning as revenge."




"I fucked up, Alice."

"That is a pretty strong word."

"I hate cussing, I don't know how else to describe it."

Alice hit the breaks and for the second time that day Samara nearly went flying through the windshield. "Where do you want to go?"


"Where am I taking you? School? Do you want to stay here? I'd let you stay with us, but I don't think-in fact I know- Bella can't handle it and no offense but you stink."

Samara laughed at that, but there wasn't any humor in it. "I-I don't know what to do."

"Can you call someone?"

"I have no one in this area. No one but Jacob."

"Okay...Call one of the women."

"No. There's a good chance they all know by now. I-I don't even dare enter their land."

"They won't hurt you. Jacob won't allow it, even angry all his instincts will scream to protect you."


"And this is why you are in this problem in the first place."


"You're running. You always run am I correct?"

"No," she snapped, but her voice sounded unsure even to her ears. "Well..."

"See what I mean."

She groaned and leaned back and closed her eyes. "Why are you helping me?"

Alice shrugged. "A few reasons."

"Which are?"

"One Bella is now happy knowing the Jacob has someone...sort of. Two, it keeps him off our backs (not that he was on them to begin with after he left) and three, I like you." She shrugged. "Listen, though, running never solved anyone's problems. Never. You have to face them and you have to figure out a way to stop all this and save Charlie and Billy."

"Short of turning myself in to be killed, I can't do anything." She paused. "Well...maybe there is."

"Go on."

"There is something-something me aunt gave me years ago with out anybody's knowledge. I've never looked at it, but I think it might be able to help us."

"Where is it? What is it?"

"It's a book, written by Morgan Le Fay and it's hidden under the floorboards of my little sister's room."