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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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17. Breaking

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1796   Review this Chapter

"Now?" Jacob shook his head. "Where?" He stood, pulling her to her feet with him. "Samara I think you should wait."

"There's no time. They're coming right now." She looked up into his eyes, begging him. "You have to trust me."

Jacob did not say anything and he turned and went into the house. Samara ran after him.

"Seth, get Leah and Quil and find the pack. Get them to meet me here. Sam, find a safe place for the humans."

They did not question him, of course. Seth set down his fork and ran out of the kitchen while Sam got to his feet with a thoughtful expression.

"This is as good as place as any," he said finally.

Jacob shook his head. "They're coming here. We might be able to stop some, but I can't guarantee it." He paused again. "Sally, call the Cullens."

Seeing that the defense was in good hands, Samara quietly left the kitchen and went into her room. The notebook with the spell stood on the bedside table and she picked it up, opening it to the proper page and reading over the spell again. She once again was struck with how difficult it was, it would take a lot and now she knew she had to succeed for her baby's sake now as much as everyone else's.

She felt Jacob's hand on her shoulder and she looked up with a small smile. "Hey."

"The Cullens are coming. I decided we need their help."

"Bella?"

Jacob shook his head. "She's staying with Esme. Edward doesn't trust her...neither do I."

Samara nodded and got to her feet. "I think I'm ready."

Jacob took another step forward and took her into his arms, burying his face in her hair. "Please don't leave me," he murmured.

Samara tried to keep her voice steady, but failed. "I have to do this."

"I know, just come back."

She nodded and stood on tiptoes to kiss him. Her arms wrapped themselves around her neck as he pulled her against him tightly, hands running up and down her arms. She dropped to her feet and stood in his embrace for a few more minutes. A car door shut outside.

"They're here," he whispered.

Samara broke away from him and darted downstairs. The look Edward gave them when they appeared nearly had her falling to her knees in sobs. It was pity and a slight bit of anger.

She cleared her throat. "Sorry I hit you. I was upset."

Edward smiled as best as he could. "It didn't hurt."

She laughed a little and looked down. Finally, she went into the kitchen where her family was waiting. They looked at her solemnly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Emily asked.

"Yes, mom."

After hugging her sisters and father she turned to the pack. They were all present, waiting for orders.

"I-I'll be seeing you," she said.

They looked down and shuffled, unsure of what to say. Finally Paul spoke. "You better come back," he growled.

Samara smiled slightly at him. "I will."

Leah stepped forward and gave her a one armed hug and she got a bear hug from Embry and Quil. The others were to shy to do anything more but nod.

Then she turned and went back into the living room. Taking a deep breath she looked at Carlisle. "I'm ready."

Nodding the doctor pulled out a small knife. "A prick of your finger should do it. Wait till we aren't around though."

She nodded and pocketed the knife. "Thank you for everything," she told him.

"Of course."

Jacob walked her to the door and took her hand. He pulled her in for one more kiss, one that lasted a very long time. Finally he broke away. "Come back to me."

She nodded and left quickly.

Samara had scouted out the perfect place to do this spell. It was far away from any humans, werewolves or vampires, not to mention it was a perfect ring of trees with a large rock to set things on. A great place for spell casting.

As she walked, she once again ran over the spell in her mind. Chant, give blood, chant, keep chanting and don't let them stop you, fight against them, don't die. That pretty much summed up what she had to do. Blood was the only way to open up the Other World, and with this chant, she knew she would not have to die.

The ring came up quickly and she stood in the center, looking around. Slowly she rested her hands over her belly and closed her eyes, wondering if she would be able to feel her baby. It was still too early she knew, and she wasn't expert on reaching out mentally, but still she hoped feeling that tiny life would strengthen her resolve. She felt nothing and she opened her eyes.

After placing a silver bowl and drawing a circle in front of it, she began to chant in the language of the Sisterhood. The wind picked up slightly and the red magic that belonged to her, seemed to engulf her. Her chanting continued and she pulled out the knife.

"What do you think you are doing?"

She stopped chanting right away and almost dropped the knife, staring in shock at the people before her. Her mother was there with Devin standing behind her, smirking. To Samara's right was her aunt and Amelia, the leader of the other Coven. There was no one else. They must have sensed her magic and found her. The Pack should have stopped them. Something must have happened.

"Doing what I have to," she finally answered and began her chant anew.

"You're opening the Other World," Amelia gasped.

Samara continued her chanting while her mother sneered at the other Coven leader. "Why are you here?"

"Same reason you are."

Samara tried to ignore them, but her aunt was talking to her. "What are you doing, Samara. How will this help? You kill yourself and there is no way to close it."

"I don't plan on killing myself," Samara said, cutting her finger and holding it over a bowl she had set on the rock. Blood dripped into it and she waited for it to fill up enough.

Her aunt Sarah gasped in realization. "You're not."

"I am."

"What's she doing?" Dianne hissed.

"She's-" Sarah paused and looked at her niece who was squeezing her wound to try to make the blood flow faster.

"She's closing it," Amelia yelled. "She's closing the Other World, cutting us off from our magic. How did you get your hands on that spell?"

"I found it," Samara said as calmly as she could. "You're not as powerful as you think you are if you did not know."

Amelia looked affronted. "You little bitch," she hissed.

She stepped forward and Samara sent her a mordant look, knowing her comeback pun was cheesy, but really beyond caring. "No truer words were ever said."

With that she dumped the bowl of blood over the circle and waved her glowing palm over it. "Open for me, I beseech you."

She started a different chant this time, as a large dark light flew up from the circle and into the sky. The already grey clouds became pitched black and the wind picked up, blowing her hair into her face. She felt the strain on her mind as her magic started its work. She kept chanting as screeches could be heard from closer to the circle. They were terrible, tortured screams that made her blood run cold. Concentrate, she told herself.

Suddenly, the clearing dissipeared leaving a circle of seven chairs in its place. In the chairs sat seven beautiful women, each holding a small silver bowl. The stared at her with vacant black eyes. Samara stopped chanting.

"You have summoned yourself to us," one said.

"Pray that your request is worth the meager sacrifice you gave."

"Do not tempt us, little one."

She looked from one woman to the other. The Dark Ones were indeed amazing to behold. She would not want to be stuck here with them forever.

One gave a chilling laugh. "And why not? It is quieter here in this world then in yours."

Samara sighed, her training sessions with Edward had not worked, and they could get inside her small defenses without any pain to them or her. The same one laughed again.

"Speak you request!" the leader boomed.

Samara wet her lips and began to chant again. The spell of Elimination had begun. She had to finish it.

"Foolish girl!" the second one spoke. "No one, but I can take magic away."

Samara kept her chanting as her vision went dark and left nothing, but the second Dark One. She was dressed all in black, with a russet colored stone around her pale throat. Her eyes were as dark as pitch and where staring at her.

"Let's see, if you can succeed," she said softly.

Samara felt a jab to her mind and she almost lost the spell. Her arms were glowing with red fire in the effort to contain it all in one place. As soon as the spell was done, she would have to release the magic from her hands. Only then, would it work.

"I ask you now to be gone from the world. Leave no trace of you in it."

Another jab and she felt something inside of her almost break. She was driven to her knees. This time her fire went out. She was breathing heavily as she heard footsteps approach her. A cold finger lifted her chin and she looked into the flaming eyes.

"None of you can fight us," said the Dark One. "We are Fate, Magic, Pain, Joy, Anger, Harmony and Temptation. There is many more of us then those present in the council today, little girl. Fate and I are the only constant. Do you understand? I am constant. Together all of us, Life, we are undefeatable."

Samara was catching her breath. "I don't need to defeat all of you. Just you." With a flare of light, she shouted. "With Magic it was created and with Magic it shall be destroyed." Her fiery hand touched the place where Magic's heart should be. More pain then she had ever felt before hit her. A scream was heard from the Dark One, but Samara hung on, pushing her back and her magic forward.

"With this last blow, I bid that you be gone."

There was the rushing of wind and the darkness that was the Other World dissipeared, leaving her in the clearing with the trees, her aunt, and her mother. She blinked in surprise as they stood shaking. Before she lost consciousness, the last thing she saw was large shapes approaching.