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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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9. Well...Yes

Rating 3.5/5   Word Count 1944   Review this Chapter

Jacob was silent on the drive to the hospital the next morning. He was still angry with her. Last night had been filled with him pacing and raging and just being Jake. That was the only way she could describe it and the destruction of the house. She hadn't gone home with Sam no matter how many times he told her it probably was not safe. If she was to spend the rest of her life with Jacob Black, then she would have to be able to handle his temper and he'd have to learn to control the violent wolf inside of him.

She was only talking brave. She had never been so terrified. He had transformed even, lost control, something he had never done as long as she had known him. Sam had told her he was the one boy who had lost control the least. She had barricaded herself in his room, praying he did not break down the door and actually preparing to use magic on him. It had to have been the longest hour of her life. When he had finally cooled down he had been so sorry that his anger had melted. For awhile. Then it began all over again, though he did not transform this time. He shouted, a lot and hit things. Not her, though. She could not imagine how he would have felt if he had hit her. He probably would have run away again.

"They're probably there," he said finally.

"Are you ready? For Bella, I mean."

"No." He spoke so softly she could barely hear him.

"Do you still love her?"

He was silent for a long, long, time. So long she thought he was not going to answer her. "I-it's hard to explain. I love her as I would your sisters or Emily or even Leah. How she loved me. It's different then the way I love you."

Samara nodded. "I understand. It will be alright."

"So you keep saying."

They lapsed into silence again.

"What if it's not alright? What if something's-"

"There's a parking place." Her comment wasn't needed. The parking lot was almost empty, but Jacob got the point. He pulled into the parking place next to a nice black car, starring blankly at it.

"They're here."

She touched his hand, which was gripping the emergency brake tightly. He relaxed slightly and got out of the car. Samara followed him and walked next to him through the hospital doors.

Awkward was not a strong enough word to fit the atmosphere Samara felt when Jacob opened the door to his father's room. She recognized Esme and Carlisle, but the other two were foreign to her. If the way the female was clutching Charlie Swans hand was any indication, she had to be Bella. Samara looked at the man standing beside her, a marble god like any of the other vampires she had met. Edward.

He turned those strange eyes on her and observed her harshly. She swallowed as they eyed each other. He didn't feel threatening to her and she knew he was trying to be on his best behavior, for Bella's sake, and that they shared something in common. Something in common that refused to look at each other.

Her eyes left Edward to look more closely at Bella. She was pretty, of course she was she was a vampire, but Samara could see the human part of her still there. Dim, of course, but she could see the human girl Jake had fallen in love with all those years ago. Edward's face had actually softened a little when he picked up on that thought.

Carlisle cleared his throat. "Jacob. Samara."

"Hi," Samara said with the best smile she could manage.

"It's lovely to see you."

"Thank you Mrs. Cullen."

"Has there been any word?" Jacob's voice sounded tight.

Carlisle shook his head. "None. There is nothing I can see either, except-" he paused.

"Go on."

"The markings, the burns, I have seen them before."

Samara's eyes widened and she tried desperately to squelch the thoughts before Edward picked up on them. Too late. He was starring at her funny.

"Where?"

"It was a long time ago. When I was in charge of the witch hunts. These are curse marks."

Jacob starred at him for the longest time.

"He doesn't believe you," Edward said.

"Not that you're lying," Jacob said quietly. "Just mistaken. Real curses, the kind you are talking about don't exist."

"See," Edward said. "I told you that."

Carlisle shook his head. "You two are the last people who should talk about the impossible."

"You're saying our fathers have been cursed," Bella put in, her voice sounding a little too loud and strange, terrible even and Samara had to resist putting her hands over her ears. Her next words were softer, as if she caught herself. "How can you expect us to believe that?"

Samara was not about to interrupt their civil conversation with her input. She did not want them to think the Carlisle was right, which he was, but she could not bear to give them that news, to confess in front of them all. She did not even want to confess to Jake, who she trusted more then any other person. She knew he would be mad at her, even hate her for a time and she did not want that. She wouldn't be able to bear that.

Edward had been speaking, but his voice trailed off and he was starring at her. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and they met. The battle lasted no longer then three seconds, so short no one in the room was aware of it but them. She looked away quickly, shuddering. That caught Jacob's attention and he looked over at her worriedly.

Bella watched on as he took Samara's hand in his and looked at her questioningly.

"I'm fine," she murmured. "Just got a chill."

He shrugged off his jacket, which he had worn for show, and handed it to her.

"I can't believe in curses," he said finally.

"Can't you?" Edward said quietly.

Jacob shot him a glare. "You were just saying it was impossible, le-" He broke off.

"Then Carlisle reminded me of something."

Jacob's glare intensified, if that was even possible.

"Two and half years ago at a farm in Massachusetts, there was an unexplained attack upon a family. The thing looked vampire, but it smelled different and in the end she admitted that she was not a vampire, but something summoned for revenge."

"Go on."

Samara fought back another shudder.

"According to Alice, her vision was strange. She could not pinpoint anything. That thing and now this. She says it was the same. There is a connection." His gaze fell on the human girl.

"Witches," Jacob said quietly. He turned to Samara. "You told me about them."

"Yes," she whispered.

"And don't you think, it's suspicious that this happened. The only common element in this is the girl."

Jacob growled. "What are you saying?"

"How do you know it's not Jacob?" Bella asked, quickly. "He was around too."

"It would have happened before. There would have been some clue. No, the only answer to this is her."

Samara was nearly to the point of hyperventilating now. She had never been so...frightened, not even during her initiation had she felt like falling to her knees and screaming for it all to stop. He had seen it. He had seen everything and now he wanted her to admit it. He wouldn't tell, she knew that, but he would expect her to. She shook her head quickly.

"We're not accusing her-we're not accusing you have anything, Miss Dawson," Carlisle said quickly.

"I think I need some air."

"Of course."

"I'll be there in a minute."

Samara nodded and left the room quickly. Once she got to the car, she collapsed next to it, hugging herself.

"Why," she muttered. "Why."

"What has she done?"

Samara gasped and jumped to her feet. "A-aunt Sarah. What are you-? Not you too?"

"I won't hurt you, Sammy," the woman said, holding up her hands. "I promise. I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"I'm fine."

"Who's in the hospital?"

She closed her mouth tightly. "Go away, Aunt Sarah. I won't help you either. I refuse."

"I'm not here because of that," she protested.

"How do you people keep finding me!" she cried. "I just want to be left alone. To have a normal life."

"As normal as a girl can have who is imprinted to a werewolf."

Samara expelled her air. "Something like that."

"Look, I was sent to make sure you were okay."

"Is that what Amelia told you? Who'd you come with?"

"Mara."

Samara laughed. "If you had come alone, then I would have believed Amelia wanted to make sure I was okay. No, she wants what Leann and by mother want."

"I don't-"

"You might not, but they do. Aunt you are her pawn, no matter what she says."

"She's a good woman though. She is on the good side."

"The only reason she is ‘good' is because she does not sacrifice the innocent- No, let me rephrase that, she does not cut the innocents throat on the alter for her own power. She just sends them to do work that they can't handle, just because she doesn't want anything out of her control. They are the same, Aunt Sarah."

"Listen, Samara, I just want you to be safe. Be careful."

"I'm being as careful as I can, but it won't stop her from hurting the people I love." She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hand. "I can guard myself, but I can't guard everyone." She sighed. "I have actually thought of doing what she wants, to protect them."

"She'll destroy us," Sarah said in horror. "She'll destroy me."

"They'll be safe."

"That boy of yours, you die and he will too. How is that saving him?"

"He'll have his heart broken no matter what!" she screamed, a sob pushing through. "I've lied to him Aunt Sarah, I've lied and because of that his father lies in the hospital with a Heat Curse. He'll never survive, not unless I can get it broken." She swallowed the other sob that was threatening to come out. "I don't want to deal with you people any more." She looked up at her aunt, eyes glowing red. "Now leave before I do something I regret."

Sarah did not say anything; she just starred at her niece sadly and said, "There are ways." And she quietly left.

Jacob came a few minutes later. His handsome face was tight and his lips set in a line. His eyes looked like coal to her. Hot coal. He was angry and something else. Something she could not place. They got into the car silently and Jacob drove a little faster then normal.

"Please slow down," she said finally.

He did so, a look of surprise on his face, before he sighed. "I'm sorry for what that leech said."

Samara did not answer. What could she say?

"Samara, I'm sorry, but I have to do this. I don't want to, I keep trying to push it from my mind, but it won't go away."

Here it comes. She tensed up, waiting.

"Do you- do you know anything about what is going on?"

Silence. She had to tell him, this had to end there was no way she could keep hiding this. "Yes," she said finally. "I know what's going on."