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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.


13. The Best Laid Plans of Wolves and Vamps

Rating 4/5   Word Count 1352   Review this Chapter

Sally was humming. Normally Jacob would find this annoying, but now he just found it cute and infuriating. After all, the girl who was like his little sister was imprinted to a boy whose thoughts he knew almost as well as his own. Not like he thought about her like that...yet. When he did, though, there would be hell to pay. The said boy at an equally dopy smile on his face and Jacob knew he would not pay attention to the meeting. They were in the meadow waiting for the Cullens to arrive.

As the smell of leech reached all their noses, the pack jumped to their feet and even Seth pulled to attention. One by one, the Cullens appeared, minus Carlisle, and stood as far away from the pack as possible. Jacob looked at them all, they looked worried. When Edward spoke, it was to Samara.

"They woke up. Just now."

Samara too jumped to her feet. "What?"

"Carlisle just called. They seem perfectly fine."

Samara groaned and sunk back down onto the rocks. "We have to hurry."

"Right," said Sam. "What's the plan?"

Samara looked at him thankfully. He might not be happy to be working with the Cullens, but she could count on him to rise to the occasion.

"I need to translate the book. I've looked at it a little, but...Carlisle grew up in the middle ages right?"

Edward nodded.

"This is a little older, but he might be able to help me make more sense out of it. Good news it, I learned the alphabet it's written in years ago."

"You have your own alphabet?" Jasper asked.

Samara nodded.

"Where is the good doctor?" Jacob asked sarcastically.


They all jumped as the blonde appeared. "I'd be happy to help you out, Miss Dawson."

Samara nodded her thanks.

"What are you looking at Leech?" Jacob growled at Edward who was starring at Samara with an odd look on his face.

"Nothing, dog," he snapped back.

"Boys," Samara warned.

"I'm going to ask this, though, what the hell is with you guys and bonding yourselves to people so much younger then you?"

"It's not like it's on purpose," Sally retorted. Seth nodded his agreement.

"Do we have to talk about this?" Leah asked.


Sally sighed. "Shouldn't we get started, I mean if Mr. Swan and Mr. Black are going to drop dead at any minute-"

"They're not going to drop dead," snapped Samara. "It will be awhile." She blinked and groaned. "Oh, Circe."

"See. Now-"

"Sally," Jacob warned. She shut her mouth. "She's right, though" He rubbed his temples. "Can you take Samara and...Seth to your house so you can get started?"

Carlisle nodded. "The car is parked close by."

Seth nodded also and followed Samara and the doctor into the woods. Jacob watched them go and Edward rolled his eyes. "She'll be fine."

Jacob turned a piercing look to the vampire in front of him. "I know that. Now, we need to sort out patrols. We need to keep Paul and Emmett away from each other."

"Agreed. How about we pair him up with Jasper?"

Paul made a noise of displeasure, but Jacob nodded. "That would be best. Jared and Brady can go with them. Sam, you, Leah and Collin go with Emmett. Embry, Quil you guys come with me and Edward."

Edward's eyes shot to Bella and then back at Jacob. He moved closer. "She's not safe with Samara," he said softly.

Jacob's eyes hardened. "What?"

"She can't leave my sight."

Jacob set his jaw. "Fine. Embry and Quil go with Edward and Bella. I'll go with Rosalie."

"What about me?" Alice asked, somewhat indigently.

"Stay with Charlie and Billy. Charlie loves you remember. Don't tell him about the witches, but tell him something came up or we'd all be there," Edward said, taking the thoughts out of Jacob's head.

Alice nodded, satisfied, before disappearing.

"We need to patrol the perimeter of the town and reservation," Jacob continued. "I don't know what they have or how many there are...Samara could not say."

Paul muttered something under his breath, causing Leah and Emmett to send him a dirty look. He just glared at them. Jacob did not rise to the bait. "Edward and Bella's group will go first, then mine, then Emmett's, then Jasper's. That way we aren't all out at once."

"We'll meet at our house," Edward spoke. "It's easier to get to and there aren't any snooping neighbors."

He looked over at Jacob, knowing why he had sent them out first. They were once again locked in a battle of stares, with Jacob thinking about Edward's hairline. If only it had been reseeding, that might have caused a stir. Edward scoffed at that thought.

"Let's get this done, shall we," Quil said getting to his feet.

Jacob shot him a thankful look. "Right."

Fifteen minutes later, Esme was rushing around the kitchen at vampire speed, cooking enough food to feed all of Forks for her mortal guests. In the midst of it all, she looked cheery and Edward commented to a guilty Samara that Esme was more then happy to serve and take care of people, even a dog, and that she had taken a liking to Sally who discussed her garden with her.

Jacob sat next to Samara, playing with her hair as he thought about what was to be done. Samara and Carlisle copied on paper, air wrote and talked it out, as they tried to figure out what the book said. Jasper sat near watching intently.

"The heading says Opening the Other World," Carlisle said.

"That sounds about right."

"Do you know if this is the original?"

"I thought it was. Why do you ask?"

"The form of writing and the language, once I translate the alphabet of course, is the same as when I was growing up."


He nodded.

"You said it was during the witch burnings?"

"One of them, yes."

"They would want to preserve the work, should the one who still spoke the language of Morgan, parish. It makes sense that they would translate it to fit whatever modern tongue they are speaking at the time."

"So, there could be tons of these," Jasper ventured.

"There could, but I doubt it. I'm sure your Sisterhood destroyed the old and entrusted the new one to someone," Carlisle told him.

"So, you could translate this?"

Carlisle smiled at her. "Yes."

Samara's eyes lit up. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Carlisle picked the book up gently. "I'll be in my office."

Samara nodded and rested her head against Jacob's shoulder and sighed. He leaned his cheek against the top of her head. "What is it?"

"Tired. A lot is going on."

He placed a kiss her temple. "It's fine. Everything is going to be fine."

"What if Carlisle doesn't find anything?"

"He will, quit worrying."

She fell silent and enjoyed the warmth from his body as she cuddled closer. Her eyes drifted closed and she fell asleep.

She awoke to a cold hand on her arm. Jerking away she realized it was dark and that Carlisle was kneeling next to her. Jacob was gone and so was his group. There was no sign of Bella. Sally was passed out on Seth and Brittany was sleeping on the floor with a blanket.

"What is it?" Samara asked groggily.

"I think I have found what we are looking for."

Samara was awake right away. "Where?"

"Come up to my office."

He helped her to her feet and led her up the stairs and into the warm room. On his large desk was her book and next to it was a stack of notebooks. One of them was open to a page and sitting on the top. It was filled with surprisingly neat writing.

"I had to translate it into modern English. Fairly simple," he told her as she sat down.

"I'm glad you think so," she answered wryly.

He just shrugged and pushed the notebook towards her. "This is it."

Samara read it quickly and sat back. "I can't do that," she whispered.