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Chapter One

Salem State College
End of the Spring 2008 Semester

Sabrina Jones sat on her twin sized bed, studying the "Learn to Speak Latin" book in front of her, hoping that she would pass the finals in a few days. If she did, then graduation was next. A few feet away, sitting at the computer typing her final English essay, also hoping to pass and graduate, sat one of her two roommates, Esmeralda Stephens; Em for short. They both looked up as the third of the trio entered the room. The excitement Tabitha Evans felt shone on her face as she entered the room, the door closing a little harder than planned. "I finally found something," Tabitha said as she shut the door. "Four years of research has FINALLY paid off." She stressed the word finally.

The three girls had first met when they became roommates four years earlier. Tabitha had been the first to arrive at the dorm room, then Sabrina, and finally Em. Tabitha and Sabrina had been in shock when they first saw each other. Both of them identical in every way, except for their eye color. Both tall and lean with ample breasts, long slender body and legs, and long jet black hair. They were idenitcal in not only looks, but in movements and expressions. Tabitha's deep blue eyes and Sabrina's chocolate ones, locked after they had stared at each other in disbelief. They had been in the middle of a laughing fit over looking alike when Esmeralda had entered the room. Again the room went silent as she too stared, with her emerald colored eyes, at her two new roommates in disbelief; she... they... all three of them... looked identical. The shock had continued later that day when they learned that all shared the same day of birth, and the fact that they all were still virgins at twenty-two.

The three girls had quickly became best of friends. After some long conversations, and deep family research, they all discovered that they were actually cousins; seven generations removed. All three the direct decedent of Hester Addams. The history of how they all had come to live so far apart from each other was cloudy, but now that they were reunited, they felt as if something that had been missing all their life was finally in place. When in the same room, they could read each others thoughts with little effort; something that annoyed all those around them.

"What did you learn," Sabrina and Em asked together. Tabitha sat down on the bed by Sabrina and caught her breath. She had hurried all the way across campus just to tell the others. "I found an old, old book, it's actually nearly three hundred years old, in the restricted section of the library," Tabitha said. "The restricted section," the others gasped. "How did you manage to get in there," Em asked. "Only the professors and college officials are allowed in there," Sabrina exclaimed. "I just thought really hard and told the lady, in my mind of course, that I needed to do some research that could only be found in that area." She threw her hands up casually, shrugged her shoulders, tilted her head, and gave that quirky little smile they all gave and said, "She let me in." "How did you get the book out," Sabrina asked. Tabitha smiled and patted her extra large book bag. The room erupted in laughter. Tabitha then retold the legend of their distant grandmother, Hester Addams, filling in all the details that had made everything so cloudy. Once finished, Tabitha said, "And look here girls." She turned the book to them and pointed at a picture of a woman. They stared at it for a moment and then at each other. "Hester Addams," they said in unison. The three once again stared at the picture. It was as if they were staring at themselves; they all were the spitting image of Hester Addams.

Finals came and went. And to all of their surprise, they all had passed and would graduate. They wanted to celebrate. They decided on the one thing that they all would enjoy; a camping trip. And they all knew where they wanted to go. What better place than the very place where it all began; the very place where Hester Addams gave birth to her three daughters.

Jacob Samuels, named for his grandfather seven generations back, sat in his small one room office, going over the books and ordering more supplies for the bar. He had started helping with the bar when he was eighteen; not in the actual serving sense, but learning the behind the scenes aspect of it. He was now glad he had. For the past three years he had taken on the actual running of it when his father suffered a heart attack. And then becoming the sole owner a little over a year ago when he passed.

At thirty, Jacob was far from innocent. He had been with nearly all the girls in his class at school before their senior year had even started. Granted, it was a small town, but there were fifteen girls in his class. And by the end of their senior year, he had known all of them personally at least once; some of them twice or more. He loved women; enjoyed them greatly and took pride in pleasing them.

Walking to the one-way window at the end of the room, Jacob looked down at the bar room below. It was only 4:30 pm, but it was slowly beginning to fill up. In a few hours, it would be so packed, the waitresses would hardly be able to serve customers, let alone hear them enough to take their orders. But, that was the way every Friday and Saturday night went. He turned back towards the desk. The large framed painting hanging behind it was that of the Reverend Jacob Samuels. But everyone, including himself, thought that he looked like the man's twin.

Jacob stood before the painting and stared. The same shoulder length brownish/black hair; the same green eyes; the same clean shaven face, right down to the smallest feature. The tall, lean, yet muscular build was the same. Everything was the same. He then reached for the small photo copied picture he had of Hester Addams. It had been copied from an old book some years back. He could easily see why she had turned his grandfather's head all those years ago.

Jacob stared unseeingly at the picture as his thumb pad rubbed it. He knew by heart the story that had been passed from one Samuels' son to the next. He was also very well aware of the fact that he was the seventh. He looked at the picture now, seeing her fully. He hoped beyond hope that at least one of the three woman that he would be meeting at some point in his life would look just like her. "Was it possible," he thought aloud as he stared back up at his distant grandfather's painting. "I look just like you. Will any of them look like her?"

Deep down inside, Jacob felt something. A feeling like the winds of change were headed for him. "There coming, aren't they," he asked the painting. "There on there way here, aren't they? But where will they go?" He smiled back at the painting and exclaimed, "The cabin where Hester bore her daughters." He closed his eyes and thought of how long he needed to wait. One day... two... a week. He flashed his eyes open on a week. "A week it is then," he said to the painting. "I'll wait a week and then go there."