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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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11. Something Wicked This Way Come

Rating 3.5/5   Word Count 2212   Review this Chapter

"A book?" Emmet asked. "The fate of Bella's dad is in a book? What the hell?"

"A book, Emmet," Jasper said. "You know, one of those things with pages and ink? People, who can do so, read it."

"I know what a book is," Emmet snapped.

"Boy's," Esme warned. "Let's get Samara to explain."

Everyone looked over at her expectantly. After she had mentioned the book to Alice, the vampire had gotten in touch with the whole family and had sped Samara to their old house. Now, she was sitting around the dining room table with the vampire family, wishing she could be somewhere else. Preferably in Sam or Jake's living room with the rest of the pack. She missed them.

"It's a spell book. I think. I've never looked at it. It's old, I don't even know if I could read it."

Jasper leaned forward eagerly. "How old?"

"Like I told Alice, it was written by Morgan Le Fay herself. It holds the prophesy, you know, about the witch that will rise up and balance out everything."

"So, it's not even in English or the form of writing we use today?"

"No, Jasper."

"Would you be able to figure it out?" Bella asked from her place as far away from Samara as they could get her. The newer vampire had been eyeing her, now that Jacob wasn't there to tear her arm off. Samara kept a continuous hold on her magic.

"I hope so. I really, really, hope so."

"How do we get hold of it?" Carlisle asked.

"I was thinking the mail, but there is no guarantee that it will get here safely."

"Can you have someone bring it?" She looked to the voice. She had never heard it before. It was the blonde woman...Rosalie.

"I don't have anyone I can trust...except-" She paused.

"I see," said Edward. "Is it safe?"

"Hell, no. I'd never do it. I've put enough people I love in danger as it is."

"What?" Alice asked. .

"Her sisters. They could bring it."

Samara shot Edward a glare. "It's too dangerous for them. They're just kids."

"What choice do we have?" Alice asked.

Samara hesitated. "Not many...How would they get here?"

"We'll take care of that. Just tell them what's going on."

Alice threw her a cell phone which she caught with surprise. "But-"

"Short of us going to your house, freaking out your sisters and getting the book ourselves, there is nothing we can do," Edward snapped.

Samara starred at the phone in her hand. It was hers. She blinked and flipped open the phone, moving into the other room.

The vampires continued the conversation in whispers as the cell phone rang.

Sally answered it. "Hey, sis."

"Hi. How are you?"

"Fine. You? You sound terrible."

"Do I really? I guess I would..."

"What happened?"

"Is Brittany there?"

"She's in her room doing homework. Why?"

"Can you get her? I need to talk to you both."

"Hold on."

There was a sound on the other end that sounded like shouting and shuffling before she heard: "Hi!"

"Hi, Brit."

"So what's up?" Sally asked.

Samara sighed. "I'm not sure where to start..." She began with the note from Devin and went on from there. She told them about the conversation, what happened to Billy and Charlie, the Cullens, and then her fight with Jake. Finally she told them what she needed of them. "I don't know what else to do," she finished. "I would not ask this of you if there was any other way."

There was silence and whispers from the other end. Finally: "How do we get there?" Brittany asked.

Samara sighed in relief just as Alice popped into the kitchen. "I'll take care of the rest."

"Talk to Alice."

She handed the vampire the phone and quickly left the room. She needed some fresh air to clear her head after all her recollections.

Bella and Edward were sitting the couch when she passed and Edward gave her a smirk. She did not think about it until she was outside.

Samara moved as far away from the house as she dared and sat against one of the many trees. It wasn't raining, but it was still slightly damp. She sighed and leaned her head against the trunk of the tree, closing her eyes.

Her sisters were coming. To what? Danger? Death? And even then: "Would it work?" she whispered out loud.

"You know talking to yourself is the first sign of madness."

Samara jumped to her feet and starred at the man standing before her. "I-what are you doing here?"

Jacob sighed and ran his hand irritably through his hair. "I came looking for you. I have to say it was hard to find you with their scent so strong."

"Why?" she asked. "Why did you come looking for me?"

He starred at her for the longest time before sighing and shaking his head. "You really have to ask that. I can't believe you some times!"

"Hey, don't growl at me," she snapped.

He glared. "I came looking for you because you are in trouble. You need help and I, as your mate, am supposed to give it to you. I want to give it to you." He said the last part and his dark eyes softened.

"You told me to leave and never come back." She sank back down to the ground and shivered a little.

"I didn't say that. I told you to leave for now. I was angry, I could have hurt you."

"But-" She trailed off when he came and sat beside her, close enough for her to feel the warmth of his body. It made her relax slightly and she felt a little better. "I-I lied and I got people hurt because of that. How could you still want to see me?"

He kissed her on her mouth, pulling her towards him so she was in his lap. She did not have time to register surprise, as she realized she was crying...again.

He pulled away and between hard, fast, kisses on her face, eyes and mouth he said. "I could never hate you. No matter what you do. How can you not get that?"

She laughed slightly through her sobs and threaded her fingers through his hair.

He rested his forehead against hers and grinned. "We'll figure this out. I promise."

Her breath was shaky from her tears as she nodded. "Yeah, we will. I-I already have something figured out. Sally and Brittany are bringing me something."

"They can't come!" He nearly jumped up, but her weight kept him from doing so.

"I know, Jake, but I don't have any other choice. We explored the options believe me."

Jacob's mouth hardened at ‘we' and he growled low in his chest.

She placed her hands where it had vibrated. "Jake, it won't be for long, but you have to get along. We can't do it alone. I need all the help I can get."

He growled again and put his face in the crook of neck, inhaling. "You smell like, Leech."

"Sorry."

He placed a kiss there. "I'm trying to take care of that."

"It tickles," she protested and he pulled back.

"I have to go make plans with the pack. Tell them to meet us at the meadow where we practiced last time, when the girls come."

"But-"

"I'll see you later, I promise. Will you come home tonight?"

"If you want."

"Good." He kissed her again. "Good."

After he left, Samara headed back to the house feeling better then she had in hours. She met Alice, who had a smug expression on her face, in the doorway.

"They'll be on the three o'clock flight tomorrow morning."

Samara sighed. "Thanks, Alice."

"You made up?" Alice asked.

"Yeah," Samara replied with a smile.

"Good. Now you can focus."

"Jacob says they'll help."

"We don't need it," snapped Edward.

Samara glared at him. Something she had yet to do. "They're helping," she growled.

Jasper looked mildly impressed. "You're beginning to sound like one of them," he commented. Edward threw him a dirty look.

"Jake said to meet them at the meadow where your practiced last time." She sounded a bit confused.

Carlisle nodded. "Good. I assume you won't want that book outside."

Samara shook her head. "I'd rather it not be. You all have to figure out where you want to meet."

Edward muttered something.

Samara felt eyes on the back of her head and she turned to find Bella starring at her with a strange look in her eyes. They looked almost black.

She shivered.

"I should be going. I'll pick up Sally and Brittany tomorrow."

"Alright," Esme said.

"Thank you for your help."

"Of course."

Bella still starred.

Emmett cleared his throat. "I'll, uh, I'll accompany you to the border."

"That's alright."

"No," he said tightly. "Really."

She did not argue with him as he climbed into her front seat.

"She wants to kill me doesn't she?" Samara asked.

Emmett sighed. "It's complicated. She doesn't remember much of her human life. She only remembers her father and Jacob. She remembers Jacob being hers, even though he wasn't."

"She remembers that he loved-loves-her."

"Yes. And now that you-well now that he's with you, she thinks you have stolen him. It's irrational, but she is a New Born."

"So I have to watch out for friendly fire too."

"Something like that."

Samara groaned. "Would she have followed me?"

"Yeah. Stop here."

She did and Emmett got out. "Try not to go anywhere alone."

"Like they'd let me?" She rolled her eyes.

Emmett grinned. "See ya, wolf girl."

And then he was gone.

Samara continued to the Reservation and Jacob's house. It was quiet when she arrived and she figured there was still a meeting going on.

. Maybe it was because she was paranoid, with good reason, but she decided she was going to make sure the house was empty. She looked in the kitchen and living room, nothing. Billy's room was also empty. Finally, the only one left was Jake's. She opened the door and nearly dropped to the floor in relief. Jacob was home.

He lay sprawled out on his bed with one of his arms thrown over his face. His bare chest was rising and falling softly with each small snore. She crept up to the side of the bed and fought back a grin.

She sat on the edge and reached out, running a finger over his jaw. His eyes snapped open in surprise, but he relaxed almost instantly, grinning. "You're back."

"Told you."

He closed his eyes and gave a tired sigh, before opening them again. "Are you alright?"

She nodded and kicked off her shoes, and removed her jacket. She shifted a little so they were lying side by side, touching.

He placed a gentle kiss near her ear and sighed again, this time in contentment. "I missed you," he whispered.

He hadn't really seen her in a couple of days, with his father and the fight. She had drawn away, too, and that must have worried him.

"I missed you too." She sat up. "I just want to say, how sorry I am. Again. I know you said you forgave me, but-"

He reached up and pulled her down into a kiss effectively silencing her.

She whimpered a little when he nibbled on her lower lip and he smirked when she unconsciously moved to straddle his lap. His hands moved up her thighs, hips, waist and to her rib cage, bringing her shirt with it. She gasped when he ran his fingers bellow her breasts, quickly removing the shirt. He starred at her for the a minute before she found herself on her back with him leaning over her.

"Jake," she murmured when he trailed kisses down her neck and to her breasts with what seemed like no intention of stopping.

"Hmm?" he asked.

"What-" her breath hitched when he placed a wet kiss on her stomach- "are you doing?"

He didn't answer, but kissed his way back up to her body until he was looking into her eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, but-"

She didn't get to finish. Eventually, she gave up and began to let her hands wander over his back and chest, taking in the muscles and feeling the rough material of his jeans against her now bare legs. She trailed her hands down his tight abdominal muscles, earning one of those growls she liked to hear so much, and worked on the button of his jeans.

Feeling her chest and stomach and hips against his, was way better in real life then it had been in any of her dreams. He seemed to really want her to know how much he loved her. He was a little clumsy of first, though she was too, but still it was bliss and suddenly, everything that had happened that weekend, was completely forgotten.

Later, they were lying side by side, both trying to catch their breaths.

"You alright?" he asked her softly.

She nodded and propped herself up on her elbow so she was looking down at him. The look in her eye caused him to shudder in anticipation. This time, there was no hesitation.