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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.


14. Only For Him

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"Why not?"

Samara looked up at the doctor through her hair. "I don't have the power, this would take a lot of energy that I don't possess not to mention it would be destroying generations of work."

"Perhaps the world is better without magic."

"I don't know what it would do to you all, though. Without magic would you and the pack cease to exist? Is it the same kind of magic? I don't know the answers, how can I risk loosing-"

"Talk to him. I'm sure he'll agree with me." Carlisle opened the drawer of his desk and put the pens and pencils back in. He handed her the stack of books. "You know what you need to do, now do it. You have to."


"You don't want to loose your power, I get that."

"That's not it," she protested.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Well...that's only part of it. I don't think I can do it. What if I get half way, the Other World is open and the Dark Ones escape if I fail. That would be bad. Everything we knew would change. It would forever be dark. I know that won't bother you, but for most people it just is not a good thing."

"You can't fail," he said simply. "Have a little faith in yourself."

Samara groaned. "Wasn't there anything else?"

"Short of sacrificing the person you love most, no."

She glanced back down at the spell in her hands. "Magic Obliterate it is. What kind of name is that anyway?"

Carlisle chuckled. "Let's go down stairs, Jacob should be returning any moment."

Samara nodded and followed him down, still clutching the notebooks and the original book to her chest. Her mind was whirling with all kinds of thoughts. The spell Carlisle had found was not a simple one. It involved a lot of mental energy to fight against the Dark Ones in the Other World. Once she willed all the magic in the world back into the place it originated, she would have to close it back up without any Dark Ones escaping into the real world. If they did...she shook her head, she did not want to think about it.

Jacob was waiting on the couch, looking agitated. She gave him a tired smile when she went to sit down next to him. She was silent and he waited.

"We found something," she finally whispered.

Everyone in the room jumped to attention and strained to hear her.

"It's complicated and I need some time to prepare."

"How long?" Edward asked from the kitchen door.

"I don't know. I have to learn to close off my mind. I need your help, Edward."

He nodded. "Done."

"But how long will that take?" Bella insisted.

Samara turned her gaze over to the young vampire and had to keep back a shudder at the loathing in her eyes. "I don't know, I said. If it takes more then a month, I'll have to go in the best I can. No one can be around when I do this. No one. You could get sucked in or something. So stay away."

"So we have a month give or take before the final part of Charlie and Billy's curse kicks in?" Esme asked.

Samara nodded.

"Right, then," Jacob said. He looked displeased about something, presumably Samara having to work with Edward.

The said vampire looked thoughtful for a minute. "Can I talk to you, Jacob?" Edward asked. "In the kitchen."

Jacob eyed him for a moment before getting up and following him into the other room. They were gone for some time, if the other vampires could hear their conversation, they did not say so. Bella's face however, changed before she got a hold of herself.

Jacob returned looking troubled, but he gave her a smile. "We only have a month," he said. "You should get started."

Samara nodded

She found Edward to be slightly impatient, though he was trying his best to be nice to her. He knew, just as well as she did the risk of this spell and that she could be a dead man walking. Jacob was with her a good portion of the time, standing over her protectively. Edward never made a comment about it.

They were very boring training sessions. The two would sit across from each other while Samara tried to build up a defense and keep Edward from reading her mind. He would do things to make her loose concentration. All in all it was very slow going. By the end of the month, she was able to block him from her mind while sitting still. She knew this would not be good enough to face off to the Dark Ones, but neither of them mentioned that when Jacob was around.

One day, a week before she would try the spell, Samara came to the Cullen's house alone. Jacob and the pack were patrolling the area. She raised her hand to knock on the door, but paused when she heard Esme's scared voice.

"How can either of you allow it?" she asked.

"We don't have a choice."

"Billy and Charlie have lived full lives, their-"

"She's outside."

Esme stopped talking and Samara took the time to knock on the door. She smiled at the woman. "Hello, Esme."

Esme smiled back, shot a hard look at Edward and then excused herself. Once again, Bella stared at her with a look of hatred.

Samara avoided looking at her and turned to Edward. "Is something wrong?"

"No," he told her. "Let's get started."

She nodded and sat on the couch with a sigh.

"Everything alright?" Bella asked in a tone Samara could not place.

"Just feeling a little sick to my stomach. Nerves."

"Let's get started, then," Edward said sharply.

Samara returned home that night to find Brittany and Sally sitting in the living room, holding a ringing cell phone before them.

"It's mom and dad," Sally said.

"They don't know you're here?" Samara asked, outraged. "What did you tell them?"

"We just left. We didn't know we'd be gone this long."

"It's been almost a month. They must be worried sick. Answer the phone!"

"Should we tell them what's going on?"

"If it helps."

She shook her head and went up the stairs, leaving ear shot as soon as Brittany said "hello."

She found Jacob in the bathroom, hair wet from a shower and dressed in a pair of jeans.

"What is it?" he asked when she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her face against his back.

She took a deep breath. "Nothing."

She did not want to tell him that there was a good chance that she would not make it out alive from this battle. It was an impossible fight, one she was fighting for him. Samara would have only fought it for him.

He grabbed her around her waist and began to lead her downstairs. "You should rest."

She nodded and moved closer to him.

"I told you dad, we're with Samara and Jacob."

The two exchanged looks at Brittany's voice.

"Well, no, she's taking a break. I told you she has to fight witches and save Charlie and Billy's life."

Samara looked around for the mentioned man, but he was still with Sam and the other elders discussing the pack as they did every month.

"How? Well, she's going to make the magic go back to the Other World."

Samara gasped. "You weren't supposed to tell him that!"

"Dad, you can't come. It's dangerous. She's going to do it. You can't stop her. Dad?"

Brittany closed the phone. "He hung up. He and mom are coming."

"They can't," Samara gasped. "I don't need more people to worry about."

"Sorry, we told," Sally murmured.

"That's all right. I-I'll just have to do it before they get here."

"They'll be here by tomorrow evening."

"I know..."

"Are you ready?" Jacob asked, tightening his grip on her waist.

"As ready as I'll ever be."