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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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5. Bad At This

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Samara was sitting on the porch when Jacob came to pick her up. She had been up half the night worrying about what she was going to say to him and knew she just had to tell him the truth. She sat quietly next to him as he maneuvered the empty streets and headed to Forks. There wasn't much to do, but it was quiet and a nice walk. He pulled along side the road and turned off the engine.

"Ready?"

She nodded and got out of the car, brushing off her jeans. The car was dusty. He hadn't been driving it much obviously. He linked her arm with his and escorted her down the streets towards town.

They were silent for a few minutes before Jacob said. "You might run into some people who knew me during that whole...Bella thing. I wasn't the best in those days. In fact it was going around town that I was part of a gang. I think you can thank the girls who's mothers happened to be gossip queens."

Samara frowned up at him. "Why are you telling me this?"

Jacob shrugged. "You might hear some things. What do you want to do?"

She looked at him surprised. She had been almost certain he would drag her to a private place and question her fiercely. Obviously, he was trying a different approach. She shrugged. "I don't know. I've never actually been in Forks much."

Jacob nodded. "There really isn't much to do. They have a coffee shop if you're hungry or we can just walk."

"Lets walk a little, I'm not hungry yet."

They walked in silence for a few minutes before Samara said. "What else did they say about you?"

Jacob looked down at her. "Are you sure you want to know?"

She nodded.

"Well, at one point she skipped school and hopped on my motorcycle. It went around that I was some psychopath who kidnapped her. I think it was the leather jacket."

"And your size and the fact you probably had a scowl on her face continuously."

"What?"

"When I first met you, you were scowling. You kept it on for the longest time until a little bit after I moved in. I could see why people thought you were a little weird."

"Gee, thanks a lot," he rolled his eyes.

Samara saw a movement in the woods from the corner of her eye. She turned to look and saw a man standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. She could not see his face, but he looked famlier. Before she could say anything to Jacob, or move closer to the man, a voice rang out across the street.

"Jacob!"

Jacob turned around and Samara saw a balding man, dressed in a police uniform, walking towards them.

"Who's that?"

"Charlie Swan."

"As in, The Swan?"

"That would be him. Chief Swan."

"Getting a little old for that aren't we, Jake?" the man asked, grinning.

"Old habits die hard." He grinned.

"True, true. You must be Samara; Billy's told me all about you."

Samara shook his hand and nodded. "I am. It's nice to meet you."

"Where have you been, Jake, I haven't seen you in awhile."

Jacob shrugged. "I've been busy."

"Is everything alright?"

Jacob's eyes widened and Samara's brow shot up.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I've just been made alpha is all and I need to make sure people will listen to me."

"Yeah, I heard."

Samara looked questioningly at Jacob, but Charlie explained it to her. "There was a...incident at the wedding where I found out all about what my daughter was getting into and what Jake and his friends were. It took a while to accept, but I'm doing fine now."

"What kind of incident?"

"There was an attack, apparently," Jake said. "The Cullens and, Sam who had attended the wedding because Bella invited Emily, had to step in, exposing us to Bella's family."

"And to think you missed it."

Jacob shrugged. "Apparently, we missed one of the newborns or just did not kill it properly."

"Ew." She wrinkled her nose.

Jacob rolled his eyes.

Charlie looked at her, a slightly sad expression on his face. "It saved me from having to mourn her death."

Jacob stiffened at that, as if the realization of what his former best friend was had hit him. He did this often. He was more then happy to talk of the past Bella, but he always got stiff when the thought of what Bella now was crossed his mind.

Charlie shifted on his feet. "Well, I probably should be heading back to work. You kids have fun."

Jacob nodded. "It was nice to see you again, Chief Swan."

Charlie nodded to both of them. "Stay out of trouble." He paused and then tried to lighten the mood. "I'm a police chief it's my job to tell you two that."

Samara giggled, knowing that was what he wanted.

After her left Jake let out his breath loudly. "I still feel nervous around him."

"So he really knows. And he okay with it? Bella I mean."

"He's about as okay with it as I am." He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer as they continued their walk. "I don't think he likes thinking about it much. With good reason."

"I'm kind of glad he knows. It must be hard for a father to loose his daughter. It has to be hard," she added quietly. There, she had done it, she had left an opening for the questions she wanted, yet dreaded, him to ask.

"Samara-" he paused and shook his head. "Where do you want to go for lunch?"

Samara stopped dead in her tracks and wheeled at him. "Why do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what? His voice was infuriatingly calm, while hers sounded almost hysterical.

"Avoiding asking me what you want to know."

"You hate it when I interrogate you," he replied with a shrug.

"Yeah, well, that's never stopped you before."

"Sally mentioned something about you not talking to your father. What happened after I left?"

She had not expected him to give so soon, so she was surprised and hesitated with her answer. "Can we go sit down?"

"That's why I asked you where you wanted to go to eat."

"Oh. Anywhere's fine."

"Right."

He led her to one of the few restaurants in Forks and they took a table in the back corner. Jacob excused himself as soon as they sat down, leaving Samara to stare out the window at the sleepy town and think about the strange man she had seen. She knew him.

"Hey," a female voice said.

Samara looked over at the sour looking blonde standing next to her table.

"Yes?"

"You're with Jacob Black aren't you?"

Samara starred at her warily. "Yes."

"I thought so. You should be careful."

Samara leaned forward somewhat eagerly. "Why do you say that?"

She hesitated. "Well, I don't want to say anything-"

Liar

"But there was something with another girl about three years back. Quite a scandal. Actually it's more her fault then his, but he was not the best guy. I heard he even ran away. Who knows what he did."

"What do you mean?" Damn, this is good.

"Organized crime, gangs, drugs, I don't know. He does not hang around with the best crowd."

"Have they ever done anything?"

She seemed to hesitate. "No, but-but they're just so..."

"I see. Well, I haven't had any problems with him. We've been...together, over two years."

"I thought I would warn you. If he ever hurts you or anything there are plenty of places to go."

"I'll keep that in mind..." she trailed off and starred at her questioningly.

"Lauren."

"Lauren. Thank you for your...advice. I will keep it all in mind. It was nice talking to you."

Lauren huffed and walked off, exiting the restaurant. Jake came out from behind the rather large plant he had been hiding behind.

"She never was a nice person."

Samara grinned. "I think I handled that rather well."

"I was impressed."

She laughed.

After they ordered Jake did not waste any more time. "Listen, I know you don't like to talk about stuff, but this is upsetting you. I can tell, Sam can tell, even Paul can tell and you know how much he cares about other people."

"Yeah." Samara picked at the napkin and lined up her silverware. "It's-I did not want you to feel bad." She sighed again. "I was angry at him. My father. He made you leave and I was being a selfish teenager. So, I took my mom up on the art school offer. I did some things I was not proud of in those two years we were apart. I told my father I never wanted to see him again and I stuck to that promise. Our ways of coping with hurt are the same Jake, we develop hatred for the person who hurt us. So, he hates me and I him. I haven't spoken to him in almost three years. Or Emily. I barely speak with Sally and Brittany. My mom, I completely ignored."

"You don't hate him."

"Of course not. I just pretend I do."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"Like I said, I did not want you to feel bad that I ended a relationship with my father because of what he did to you." She paused when she saw that look on his face again. The hurt one he got when he thought she did not trust him. "I'm bad at this relationship thing, aren't I?"

"You could use some practice. So could I. We won't talk about it anymore, okay?"

"Okay."

They were back on the reservation by three in the afternoon and Samara was accosted by Emily almost right away. Apparently, the woman had taken the threat of Samara and Jacob not being able to feed themselves seriously and was teaching her and Kim to cook. After an afternoon of putting out small fires, Emily finally said practice makes perfect and until then, there's takeout.

Samara and Kim practically ran out of the kitchen when they were released. The smell of charred food must have been really bad, since they found half the pack with there hands over their noses.

"She did it," Kim motioned to Samara.

Samara glared. "Traitor."