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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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4. Party Like A Werewolf

Rating 3.5/5   Word Count 1868   Review this Chapter

The bonfire was fun and messy just like it always was. Samara had learned early on that the people on the Reservation liked any excuse to party, so when there was an excuse to plan a bonfire or barbeque, they would. Samara was having a good time, trying to help Claire make a s'more. Unfortunately that marshmallow did not want to stay on the stick and kept falling into the fire and turning into a puddle of charred sugar. Luckily, and much to his delight, Quil came to the rescue and produced the perfect s'more for his Claire.

Samara left them by the fire and walked over the Jacob who was leaning against the pile of wood. She sat down beside him. "You don't make me s'mores," she pouted, nodding over to the marshmallow covered couple.

"I can't cook," he grinned.

"Oh," Samara said softly and then said loud enough for Emily, who was feeding the baby in the privacy of the shadows, to hear. "I guess we'll have to move in with Emily."

"Uh...no," the woman said, pulling her shirt down and handing Rain to Jacob.

He took the baby very carefully, starring at her like she was going to bite him.

"Don't you like kids, Jake?" Samara asked, a teasing smile on her face. It faded when she saw that he was seriously pondering the question.

"I like them," he said after a few seconds of serious thought. "They're just so small and I'm so big. I might hurt them or something."

Samara grinned and kissed his cheek. "Don't worry, Jake. They are tougher then they look."

"They're still delicate and to me they are even more so. I so much as twitch a finger or something incorrectly and I snap her wrist."

"You won't. It's an instinct most people have not to hurt a baby. There are those sick people out there, but you're not one of them. Besides, she loves you."

It was true. Rain was content to just sit there in Jacob's lap in his warm embrace. That, coupled with her mother's milk, was making her fall asleep. It was probably what Emily had in mind when she handed the baby to him.

"Claire loves you too," she added. "And don't forget my sisters, though I suspect Brittany had a crush on you."

"Have you heard from them?"

"Sally called me and left me a message the other night. I have yet to call her back. I should do that right now."

"What about the time zone?" He shifted Rain a little so they were both more comfortable.

"She sleeps with her cell phone under her pillow and you know how she loves to talk."

"They're giving ten year olds cell phones these days?"

Samara grinned. "You're sounding like a dad. Sally is in high school now, didn't I tell you?"

Jacob snorted. "It figures."

Samara laughed and pulled out her phone. She put it on speaker so Jacob could hear.

"Hello?" a sleepy voice asked.

Jacob grinned.

"Hi, Sally."

"Samara!" She was awake now.

"I called you yesterday, where were you?"

"Busy. I'm sorry, Sals. Guess who's here?"

"Who and what's all that noise."

"I am and it's a bonfire."

"Jacob! Hi, Jacob how are you? A bonfire really? It sounds fun."

Jacob laughed. "It is fun and I'm great."

"Good. You know if dad knew you where there he would be so mad."

"I know, so don't tell him."

"I won't. It's not like you have been speaking to each other for a couple of years."

"Sally, please."

"Alright, alright."

Seth ran up before Jacob could ask any questions.

"Jake, we need an extra person for Frisbee."

Jacob grinned, "I'd love to play. Only, I have daddy duty. Where is this kid's parents anyway?"

"Sammy, who's that?"

"Just Seth."

Seth glanced curiously at the phone in her hand.

"What does he look like?"

"Well," Samara started, peering up at him. "He's very tall and skinny. He looks like an Indian...Jake's coloring and he's wearing black swimming trunks. He's also wet from swimming."

"Swimming? But it's-Oh. I get it."

"Shush, you're not supposed to know about that," Jacob staged whispered.

"And you all are playing Frisbee?"

There was a pause there as Sally's comment sunk in.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny," Seth finally said.

"Sorry. It was just too good to pass up. I'm Sally, by the way."

"Nice to meet you."

"Sam come and get your kid," Jacob called, motioning to the sleeping baby.

Sam approached and took the baby from Jacob.

"Hey, is he that thing I'm not supposed to know about?" Sally asked."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Samara retorted.

Sam glanced at the phone in her hand and shook his head.

"My sister," Samara explained.

"I see."

"Is he playing Frisbee too?"

"No, he's watching his baby for his wife."

"Oh," Sally paused and glared at the phone, knowing something was coming. "So he's babysitting the pups."

"Sally!" both Jacob and Samara yelled.

Sam gave both of them sharp looks even though Sally was giggling.

"I'm sorry. I'll stop now. I have to go, I can hear dad getting up and starting the day. He'll check in on me soon. Love you."

"Love you too."

She hung up and looked at Sam's disapproving face. "What? That kid's to smart for her own good. I swear she knew about Jake before I did and he did not say anything."

"She just started high school," Jacob added.

"She's ten."

"Can we go play now? I doubt Samara's little sister will say anything," Seth grumbled.

"Have fun guys," Samara called as Jacob and Seth took off across the beach towards the waiting group of boys.

Sam sighed and Samara smiled pityingly. "My dad always said that fatherhood is a trade off. You trade one thrill for another and most people don't think raising a baby is a thrill. Not at all."

Sam nodded. "It is. It's surprising how thrilling it is to see her smile or see her teeth cutting." He grinned a little before it faded.

"Are you worried? That she will make the change?"

Sam shrugged. "Yeah, but she shouldn't. The Cullens are gone for a couple generations at least. I'm more worried about my great grandchildren."

Samara nodded. "I am sort of glad for that. For my kids, I mean. It's-"

"I understand," Sam said quickly. "I accept this fate, but I would not choose it. Nor do I want it for my children."

"Exactly. It doesn't matter though, I am good at coping."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. We should not dwell on it right now."

Samara nodded again and climbed to her feet. "I'm going to go see if I can help clean up."

She found Sue Clearwater working on sorting threw what was trash and what were leftovers. It wasn't a very difficult job, as there were never many leftovers to begin with.

"Can I help?"

Sue rolled her eyes. "Of course." She pointed to a pile of empty hotdog packages. "Get those in a trash bag please."

Samara got to work.

"Who are you staying with?" Sue asked.

One of Billy's rules in order for Samara to spend the weekends was that she was not allowed to stay at his house. If Jake did not like it, then he could move out and do what ever the heck he wanted. Until then he was going to enforce these rules.

"Sam and Emily's. The baby does not wake up as much anymore, she says."

"Good, good. So, how are you?"

"I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"You seem...troubled and sad."

"Oh," Samara laughed nervously. "Family issues." It was true. She did have family issues, ones she had not told Jacob about. She did not want him feeling bad or anything and she knew he would. She sighed. "I'd rather not talk about it."

"Of course. Help me carry these."

Samara helped her carry a box of leftovers to the pickup truck and set it in the back. Sue brushed her hands together. "Well, that's done. If you need to talk, Samara, I am always here. So is Emily."

"Thanks, Sue, I really appreciate that."

"Is Jacob being a jerk?" a voice said from behind her.

Samara turned to find Leah, dressed only in a light blue summer dress, with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I can kick his ass for you if you want."

Samara raised an eyebrow. "Can you really beat up the alpha?"

"It's painful," Leah said off handedly with a vicious smirk. "But it can be done."

Samara laughed. "Thanks, but it's not Jacob. That's the only thing that does not have any problems...well not many." That was a lie, in essence Jacob was the whole reason she had problems. Well, him and her mother, that is.

"You two have problems?" Leah asked, obviously interested.

"No. And even if we did I wouldn't tell you. I don't trust those telepathy things."

"You know I get images of what you and Jacob do all the time," Leah said as they started walking back down to the beach.

"I try not to think about that."

Leah snorted. "Neither does Emily or Kim, poor Claire will have the problem too. Right now it's just funny to get images of Quil playing Barbie."

Samara snorted in laughter and shook her head. "I can imagine. My oldest brother used to play them with my sisters."

Leah nodded. "Do you miss him?"

"At times." She paused before blurting out. " I don't have a right to miss him, Leah. It's my fault he's dead."

Leah scowled. "It's not your fault some witch summoned a bloodsucker. What could you have done to deserve that?"

"It's-never mind. You're right."

"Yeah. I thought for the longest time I had killed my father, but then the pack helped me come to terms that it was not my fault I made the Change. I could not control it no more then I could control my father's weak heart."

"I never knew that was what gave your father a heart attack."

Leah shrugged. "It wasn't supposed to happen. The leeches were gone. I guess it was because that one returned when she saw Bella jump off the cliff." Her face twisted into a scowl. "Really, it's Bella's fault not mine."

Samara knew Leah was wrong to blame anyone, but she knew no matter what she said Leah would argue. It wasn't worth it.

She and Leah talked a little more, about less serious things before Samara had to leave with Sam and Emily.

She kissed Jacob and hugged him.

"We need to talk," he whispered in her ear.

Samara pulled back, sharply. "About what?"

"What your sister said."

"Jake-"

"Not tonight. Tomorrow. We can go into town."

Samara nodded. "Alright."

He kissed her again and she climbed into the backseat next to the baby seat.

"Something wrong?" Emily whispered.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" she snapped, louder then she meant to.

"Because you're hiding something," Sam said.

"I'm not hiding anything."

Neither one of them protested. It was a tense ride home.