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Introductions

Name: Gabriela Helen Swan

Born: October 10th, 1986

Intelligent, stubborn, brave, cynical, impulsive

A witch with the ability of biokinesis (ability to affect organic matter on a molecular level. i.e.: increase or decrease heart rate, heal wounds, regenerate, cause aneurysms)

Name: Isabella Marie Swan

Born: September 13th, 1987

Quiet, stubborn, introverted, clumsy, reclusive

A witch with the ability of a mental shield (ability to shield her mind from any outside interference. i.e.: psychics, telepaths, anyone with a power over the mind)

EXISTING MYTHICAL CREATURES

Vampires (i.e.: the Cullens, the Hales, the Denali Coven, the Volturi)

Werewolves/Shifters (i.e.: the Uley Pack)

Witches (i.e.: Brie, Bella, the Downey Coven, the Phoenix Coven)

In this universe, vampires with abilities were most likely witches or had witch’s blood in them while they were human. Alice, as a psychic, was probably one of the most powerful witches alive during her time. Brie is exceptionally powerful, but inexperienced, as is Bella. As a telepath, Edward’s mother was probably like Renee - a powerless witch.

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Prologue

1992; Downey, California

When she was a little girl, Gabriela Swan’s grandmother, Marie, sat her down and told her she was a witch. The first thing Brie did was touch her nose to see if it had grown and started to hook – all of the witches in the stories had big, crooked noses, so was she going to get one like that, too? “Silly, child,” Gran had chided, tapping the tip of Brie’s nose gently. She tried to follow the movement, going a bit cross-eyed. “Being a witch isn’t a bad a thing like the movies make you think.”

“So, I’m more like Glinda, the Good Witch?” Brie tried, head tilting a bit to the side making Marie let out a breathy laugh that turned into a cough. She’d been doing that a lot lately.

“What kind of witch you become is up to you, Gabriela,” she said, using Brie’s full name. “You and Isabella come from a powerful line, but that power can easily be lead astray.” Brie frowned. She didn’t know what that meant. “We all have different abilities, Gabriela. Your Great Grandmother, my mother, was a powerful psychic. There is usually only one of those every few hundred years,” Marie told her.

“What’s a see-kik?”

“Psychic,” Marie repeated slower, letting Brie sound it out a few times before continuing. “A psychic is able to see into the future. My mother was only able to see a few minutes ahead, but there have been others able to see days, years, ahead.”

“Wow,” Brie breathed, in awe. “Is that what I am?” Marie shook her head. “How do you know?”

“If you were, you would already have visions, my dear.”

“Oh,” Brie sighed, disappointed. Marie studied Brie’s face for a heartbeat before sighing softly.
“Gabriela, you and Isabella are young,” she soothed. “There is no rush.”

“I just wanna know my gift, Gran,” Brie pouted, little arms crossing over her chest. Marie smiled down at the six year old, deciding that maybe she could introduce Gabriela and Isabella to her coven without Renee knowing.

Her daughter was unaware of the mythical world that surrounded her as her witch abilities laid dormant inside of her. Marie never understood why, and it troubled her deeply, especially feeling the power that coursed through Gabriela. Renee should have been a force all her own, but instead what little magic she had inside of her seemed to wither away and die. It broke Marie’s heart.

Under the guise of taking the girls for ice cream, Marie introduced Gabriela and Isabella to her small coven. There were only three others besides herself: Gladys Doyle, a woman about five years younger than Marie herself with the ability to grow plants, or chlorokenisis. She was the newest witch to the coven.

Next was Sophia Grant, and she, like Gladys, was around Marie’s age. She had the ability to make someone see an illusion of her choosing, but only for a few moments.

Last was the coven leader, Morgan Jones. Marie would guess she was in her late thirties, perhaps? Morgan had the ability to read minds; telepathy.

Marie’s own gift seemed to pale compared to theirs; all she could do was sense and feel magical abilities, and it honestly made her a bit bitter. She had a great aunt who was a telekinetic, for heaven’s sake! Marie felt like she was given a weak gift compared to the others in her family and was even more upset that Renee was cheated out of one altogether.

There was a warmth that touched her mind, just a light brush, and Marie’s gaze shifted over to where Morgan was studying her with kind green eyes. Marie took a deep breath, tightening her grip on her granddaughters and lead them further into the room to meet the coven members.

Gabriela was staring around curiously, peering at everything in wonder as a six year old would. Isabella, however, seemed more hesitant, wanting to either hide behind Marie’s leg or Gabriela’s body.

“Hello, girls,” Morgan greeted warmly, round face open and inviting with her dark red hair framing it like a flaming halo. “My name is Morgan.”

“I’m Brie,” Gabriela greeted. “And I’m six years old!”

“Wow! Six?”

“Yeah! And this is Bella. She’s five!” At the mention of her name, Isabella seemed to shrink back a little bit more, especially when Morgan’s gaze drifted to her. Marie noticed the leader’s eyebrows furrow a bit in confusion as she studied the youngest for a moment, but she quickly fixed the smile back on her face.

“You both have beautiful names.” Gabriela smiled brightly, a couple of baby teeth missing on the top row. “Now, I know your grandmother has told you some pretty crazy news, huh?” Gabriela nodded, smile fading to a serious frown while Isabella’s brows furrowed. “I want you to understand first that being a witch does not mean you’re bad or evil like the fairytales say. It doesn’t matter what kind of magical abilities you have, you choose your own destiny, okay?” Both girls nodded in understanding. “Now, a group of witches is called a coven. Your grandmother and I are part of one with two other women, right over there. Their names are Gladys and Sophia. Each witch has a special ability. Your grandmother can sense magical abilities, Gladys has what’s called chlorokensis, which means she can make plants grow, and Sophia can make you see any illusion she wants you to see.”

“What can you do?” Isabella questioned in a soft tone, speaking up for the first time since they got there. Morgan smiled down at the young five year old.

“I’m a telepath. I can read minds.” Both girls gasped.

“What am I thinking right now?” Gabriela demanded, chocolate eyes narrowed in concentration. The outburst made Morgan laugh in surprise, and Marie glare down at her eldest grandchild.

“Gabriela,” she scolded. “You are being very rude.” Gabriela’s eyes skirted from Marie to Morgan and back before lowering to the floor.

“Sorry,” she murmured.

“It’s alright, dear,” Morgan said gently. “And yes, my hair is naturally this color red.” Gabriela’s head snapped back up, eyes wide with surprise again.

“You can read minds!”

“I can read surface thoughts, which means that I can hear what you’re thinking in that moment if I concentrate. If I touch someone, however, I can dive deeper into their mind if I choose to.” Marie was always in awe at Morgan’s ability to downplay her own power. Morgan could brush against someone’s cheek with the back of fingers in act of concern and destroy their mind from the inside if she desired, unraveling them from the very core. She never did, of course. Morgan was too controlled, too morally good. There was a reason she was elected leader of their admittedly small coven even though she was half of their age.

“What am I thinking, miss Morgan?” Isabella asked, finally stepping out to stand beside Gabriella, looking now just as curious as her older sister. The confused furrow that Marie noticed earlier came back as Morgan studied Isabella. She kneeled down in front of the five year old, smiling gently.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” she admitted.

“What?” Gladys gasped in surprise behind them, and Marie was shocked, too. Morgan couldn’t read Isabella’s mind? Why?

“Why can you read my mind, but not Bella’s?” Gabriela asked with a head tilt. Morgan shrugged before reaching out a hand towards Isabella.

“May I touch your hand, Bella? I might get more answers with contact.” Bella nodded shyly, holding out a tiny hand. Morgan held her hand for a minute, eyes closed in concentration before releasing her hold and smiling at the young girl in amazement. “You are a marvel, Bella.”

“What am I doing?”

“You’re a shield, my dear.”

“I haven’t heard of a shield in centuries,” Sophia breathed, looking about three seconds away from fanning herself.

“What’s a shield?” Gabriela questioned. Morgan shifted her soft gaze to the other girl.

“A shield is someone who is able to completely cover their mind against telepaths or anyone with mental manipulation abilities. One day, Bella might even be able to shield others besides herself.”

“But I don’t know how I’m doing it,” Isabella countered with a cry. “How do I control it?”

“That’s why covens exist, sweetheart. To help.” Isabella nodded in understanding, taking a step back and looking over at Gabriela who seemed to be almost vibrating in excitement to figure out what her ability was. Morgan kneeled in front of the older girl, holding out her hand. “May I?” Gabriela nodded and almost smacked her hand into Morgan’s. The redhead chuckled before closing her eyes and concentrating. Morgan’s green eyes snapped open with a gasp and she reared back in surprise.

“What?” Marie demanded, concerned.

“Biokinesis,” Morgan mused, studying Gabriela’s eyes closely.

“Bio- what?”

“Biokinesis,” Marie’s leader repeated. “It means that you have the ability to control living organisms on basically a microscopic level,” she explained. “You could, in theory, control someone’s heart rate, their breathing-”

“Give a brain aneurysm,” Gladys interjected.

“Can she go see my ex-husband?” Sophia joked.

“You can also heal wounds, probably regenerate from your own wounds,” Morgan guessed, ignoring Gladys and Sophia.

“What’s an an-u-rizum?” Gabriela repeated slowly, clearly focusing in on what Gladys said. Morgan turned her head to shoot the older woman a dark look, who had the decency to look a bit ashamed. Morgan turned back to Gabriela with her soft smile back.

“It’s something you don’t have to worry about,” she sidestepped. “For you, we’ll focus on learning how to heal first.” She then turned towards Isabella. “Bella, which would you like to learn first; we can either focus on how to throw your shield outward to someone next to you, or on how to drop the shield for a little bit. Your choice, honey.” Isabella thought for a moment, exchanging a quick glance with her older sister who gave her an encouraging smile.

“I would like to learn how to throw the shield to protect others first, miss Morgan, please,” Isabella said. Morgan’s smile didn’t falter as she nodded.

“Then that’s where we’ll start.”

2003; Pheonix, Arizona

Unfortunately for Brie and Bella, they were only able to practice with their Gran’s coven for less than a year. Renee packed them up and moved them to Riverside when Bella was six and Brie was seven, and then to Pheonix, Arizona where they stayed for years after Gran’s death in nineteen ninety-nine. When they went to Gran’s funeral, Brie and Bella were able to meet up with Morgan, Gladys, and Sophia again, and Brie hugged the redhead tightly, glad to see her once more. Renee let them stay for a week while she got her mother’s things in order, and the two pre-teens were able to get some more practice in.

Thankfully, Morgan was able to get them in touch with a coven in Pheonix that was a bit larger than what they were used to, but Brie couldn’t even describe how much it meant to her. She tried to practice on her own, but she scared herself once and didn’t use her abilities again for weeks. She was taking a walk in Riverside, maybe a block away from the house, and a bird pooped on her shoulder. She got angry. Brie glanced up, seeing the pigeon in question, and in her mind pictures appeared. She could see what looked like a map of red tunnels leading its way to something large and pumping. A heart. She imagined one of those tunnels being blocked, and then all of the sudden the images were gone, and the pigeon fell from the branch it was perched on, dead at her feet. Brie felt sick. She killed it.

When she told Morgan what happened, the woman didn’t judge, but did look a bit concerned. She told her of a similar experience she had when she was around seventeen. Morgan had discovered her boyfriend at the time was sleeping with her best friend and had gotten her pregnant. “It was the seventies,” she had explained. “He would have had to have married her. I was so mad that I just – I grabbed his hand and destroyed his mind.” Brie gaped, surprised. Morgan seemed to be so poised, so in control. “He isn’t quite brain dead, but he’s close. I go see him once a week in the hospital and I pay the bill. He can’t speak, he can’t eat by himself, I basically reduced him to a five month old stuck in the body of a forty year old.” Morgan’s forest green eyes were swimming with guilt and tears and Brie’s heart broke for her. “What I’m getting at is, power like ours is hard to control when we lose our grip on our emotions. You have to keep a tighter a hold on that anger, Brie, or accidents like that are going to continue to happen,” she warned.

Brie took her warning to heart for the next three years, making sure to stay as levelheaded as she could, even when things went wrong in her life. The coven that Morgan sent Brie and Bella to were very skilled and helped the sisters out immensely with their powers. Brie’s healing abilities were better than ever, able to heal herself and others quickly and effectively. Bella had learned how to throw her shield to someone standing next to her, protecting them from mental attacks. One of the coven members in Pheonix was able to induce mental pain, something that was apparently a common ability with the woman in her family spanning back generations, and when Bella would practice throwing her shield, Tala, the coven member in question, would attack Brie. Brie would feel a sharp pain in her temple that was agonizing, sending her to her knees before it would stop. Bella would appear next to her, eyes closed in concentration as she shielded Brie’s mind from the onslaught.

The furthest Bella could stand away from her, though, was a foot. They did learn, however, that Bella could shield two minds at once if she was touching them. Tala attacked Brie and another member, Patricia, at once and Bella had a hand on each of their shoulders and was able to protect them both for multiple minutes before tiring. Brie was so proud of her younger sister. She was improving so much, and only at fifteen years old.

It was also that year that Magali, the Pheonix Coven leader, told them about other mythical creatures that Brie didn’t think existed that apparently did. “Vampires? Really?” Brie questioned, skeptical. Bella stayed quiet, listening to what Magali had to say.

“Remember when Billy Black used to tell us stories about the ‘Cold Ones’?” Bella questioned, brown eyes locking on to Brie’s slightly darker ones. Brie raised an eyebrow.

“Well, yeah, but they were just stories, Bells.”

“Vampires are very real, Brie,” Magali interjected. “As are werewolves.” A shiver went down Brie’s spine as soon as the French American blonde woman said werewolves. She’d had a slight, irrational fear of werewolves since she watched An American Werewolf in London when she was eight at her dad’s late at night.

“I’m sorry, did you say werewolves exist, too?!”

Finally, in two thousand and three, Brie decided to make a change. Her mom had met someone, Phil, and married him. Their home felt crowded to Brie, so she made a call to her father, Charlie, and asked if she could come live with him in Washington where she and Bella were born. Charlie agreed, excited for one of his daughters to come home, and then Brie did the hard part – telling Renee. Her mom took it better than she thought she would, thankfully, but she kept hugging her and crying.

Magali, Tala, and the rest of the coven all wished her luck and Magali told her that she would find out if there was a coven either in or near Forks that she could get in touch with so Brie could continue to practice. Bella and Renee drove her to the airport, Renee giving her another tight hug that cut off Brie’s air supply for a moment. Brie and Bella shared a brief, but meaningful, embrace.

“I’ll miss you,” Brie muttered into Bella’s chocolate hair that she was always so jealous of. Brie always seemed darker; darker brown eyes, darker brown hair that was almost black in color, darker power that could kill if she lost control even for a moment. Not that she minded, of course. Bella might have the power to shield, but Brie would protect her with everything she had if the need arose. Bella’s grip tightened around her for a heartbeat before she pulled away.

“I love you,” the fifteen year old said, smiling a bit.

“I love you, too, Bella,” Brie said, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head (easy to do as she was much taller) and hurried to her gate with her carry on hefted over her shoulder. Once she found her gate and a seat, she thankfully didn’t have to wait too long until her plane started boarding.

“Attention passengers boarding flight two-nineteen to Quillayute, Washington from Pheonix, Arizona – we will begin boarding momentarily. Please stay seated until your boarding zone is called.”

An hour later, Brie was looking down from her window seat, her chin resting on one of her jean clad knees that was propped up on the seat. Her dark hair was in a very messy, but thick, braid down the side of her neck and shoulder, and she had a pair of headphones in. Fallen by Evanescence had come out earlier that year, and Brie was obsessed. She was honestly surprised her CD player was still working with how many times she ran it over and over again.

She turned the volume up a bit more, slinking down in her seat and closing her eyes to get some rest. Her hand come up to grip the green crystal Morgan gave her, giving it a tight squeeze. Morgan gave something to everyone in her coven; Brie happened to get a necklace that had two sections attached. One was almost a thick banded black choker that had a crescent moon with a face carved into it dangling from the band. The other section was longer, resting well beneath her collar bones. It was a thin, gold chain with a dark green crystal resting at the end. Morgan told Brie it should help her center herself and gain control of her emotions a bit better. Brie hardly took it off.

She snuggled into her large gray sweater and decided to take a nap for remainder of the flight. Someone would come by to wake her up, eventually.

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Back to Forks

“Miss, the plane is landing,” a high pitched voice cut through Brie’s admittedly nice dream making her groan in annoyance. “Miss, please, you must fasten your seatbelt immediately.” Brie grumbled something incoherently before sitting up, turning her CD player off and slipping the headphones out of her ears. She tucked the CD player into her backpack at her feet, stuffing it back under the seat in front of her before watching out the window as the plane descended.

Washington still looked as beautiful as she remembered. Brie never minded the colder temperature like Bella. Her sister preferred Arizona and California, enjoying the dry heat. Brie didn’t. She loved the cold, embraced it, even, and a part of her desperately missed it and found Arizona unbearable during the hot summer days. She couldn’t wait to hear freshly fallen snow crunching under her boots during winter again.

Once the plane landed, Brie exited the small plane, and she saw Charlie waiting off to the side of the tarmac with his F-250 dark blue truck. He had barely changed since the last time she had saw him. The only difference was his mustache; he

didn’t have that last time she saw her father. The closer she got to him the more she could see his smile and a slight mischievous glint in his dark eyes that both she and Bella inherited.

“Bella!” He shouted, holding open his arms for a hug. Brie stopped, with a playfully deep frown on her face. “I’m kidding, Brie, it’s great to see you, kid!” Brie smiled back, rushing over to give Charlie a hug. She had really missed her dad. Even though he was never as playful and carefree as Renee, he still had a dry sense of humor that Brie always loved and had picked up on from him at a young age. For some reason, Bella took over the nurturing role while they were growing up. Brie supposed it might have had something to do with her powers, but she stepped up where Renee failed. Brie and Bella raised themselves in a lot of aspects, and Bella took care of their mother in a lot of ways. Brie wanted no part of it. It wasn’t her job to take care of her mother, so she wasn’t go to do it.

That attitude was what caused one of Brie and Bella’s biggest fights. Bella was ‘dissapointed’ in the way Brie acted towards Renee sometimes. Brie hated that Bella coddled her and let their mother act the way she did. She was their parent and she needed to act like it. ‘she’s trying,’ Bella had argued. ‘That’s all that matters.’ Not to Brie. She felt Renee was selfish and was only interested in what she wanted. That thought really never left her mind in all honestly. She loved her mom, she always would, but she wasn’t meant to be a parent in her eyes. Charlie was a good dad, he just didn’t fight hard enough to see them. She guessed that it might have been because he was always working, but it wasn’t a good enough excuse.

Maybe she was too judgmental sometimes.

Charlie’s arm wrapped around her as he led her to where the bags were being unloaded from the plane, and Brie quickly snagged her two bags as soon as she was able to. Charlie grabbed them both from her hands leaving her the backpack and carry on. “This is everything?” He questioned, making sure. Brie nodded and they headed over to his truck.

“When did you get this one?” Brie asked, admiring it. Last time she saw him he had some type of Kia.

“About a year ago,” he answered, gently putting one of her bags in the bed of the truck.

“There’s nothing breakable, dad. You don’t have to be gentle,” she laughed, tossing her carry on into the bed beside the large bag he was being so gentle with.

“Maybe I was trying to not scratch the bed of the truck,” he deadpanned. Brie snorted, opening the back passenger door to put the backpack down on the floor to keep it safe as it did have breakables in it, before closing it. “Ready to go home, kid?” Brie nodded with a smile.

“Ready.”

The drive from the Quillayute Airport to Forks took about fifteen minutes, and then it was another five after passing the ‘Welcome to Forks’ sign before they reached the house. Once Charlie pulled into the driveway and tossed the truck into park and shut off the ignition, he turned his torso to face her. Brie immediately felt her shoulders square, expecting something bad.

“So,” he started. “You and Bella used to share a room when you lived here, and when you stayed here.”

“Uh huh,” Brie agreed slowly, eyebrows raising. She wasn’t sure where this was going.

“I don’t know if you remember this, but when you were really little, Renee and I used to find you and the twins up in the attic drawing how you’d want your ‘perfect bedroom’ to be up there.” Brie’s brows furrowed. The twins?

“The who?”

“Rachel and Rebecca Black? They’re the same age as you. You used to play with them while Bella and their younger brother, Jacob, played together.” The furrow became deeper as Brie struggled to remember the kids Charlie mentioned. She obviously remembered their father, Billy Black, as his stories about the ‘Cold Ones’ are what helped drive home the fact that vampires and werewolves were real for Brie and Bella when Magali told them the truth; and wasn’t that funny? A witch who could cause someone to have a brain aneurysm had trouble believing vampires and werewolves were real.

“We’ll come back to the twins,” she sighed, still not finding any sort of face in her memory bank to connect the dots to what he was saying.

“It still does involve them, actually. I decided to clean up the attic, and they picked out some stuff you might like. You have your own bedroom now.” Brie’s jaw dropped open. She was definitely not expecting that.

“Are you serious? That was so nice of them! I can’t wait to see it.”

“Let’s go then.”

They grabbed her things, Charlie carrying her two heaviest bags again after handing Brie her own key to the house. She walked in, looking around. Not much had changed. Not that she was surprised. Charlie liked predictability. Bella was a lot like him in that aspect. While she hated surprises, Brie loved spontaneity and on the spot decisions. She was an admittedly impulsive person who followed her gut instincts more than anything.

She hurried her way to where she remembered the door to the narrow staircase that led to attic was and threw it open, peering up. There was already a soft yellow glow coming from upstairs, either from a light or natural sunlight coming in from windows, she wasn’t sure yet. Brie made her way up the steps carefully, not wanting to trip and was surprised at how nice it looked.

It was small, but cozy. The walls and ceilings were still the wooden base, but the floors looked sanded, finished and smoothed. There was a white, faux fur carpet that was slightly under the queen sized bed that looked soft and fluffy. There were some large lounge pillows placed on the floor, with some decorative plants, and the wall the bed was placed on had a wooden nightstand on the left side, and a bookshelf to the right side of the bed and above it.

The room looked incredible. Brie not be able to remember the twins, but they sure somehow remembered her taste. It kind made her feel like an asshole. She’d have to give Bella a call in a little bit to see if she had any recollection of them. Maybe she’d be able to jog some memories.

“You like it?” Brie jumped, startled at Charlie’s voice. She turned her head, seeing him at the top of the steps with a smile on his face and her bags in hand.

“I love it. They did amazing,” she sighed, and then turned fully to wrap her arms around Charlie’s waist. Neither of them emotional people, but she felt in this moment it would be allowed. “Thank you so much, dad. I really appreciate this.”

“I’m glad you like it, Brie.” He pulled back, looking around for a moment. “I’ll leave you alone to get settled. Pizza sound good for dinner?” Brie nodded and Charlie headed down the steps, the door at the bottom shutting softly behind him. Letting out a tired sigh, Brie fell forward onto her bed, groaning at how soft it was. She really had to go thank Rachel and Rebecca in person. Maybe bake them a cake.

Ha, what was she thinking? She can’t bake. She’d buy them a cake.

Reaching over to her backpack, she snagged her cellphone out of one of the side pockets, turning it on. After a few moments, the phone booted up, and she immediately dialed the home phone in Pheonix.

“Hello?” Bella’s soft voice flooded through the speakers of the flip phone making her smile.

“Guess who’s still alive!” Brie sang jokingly.

“Gabs!” Bella was the only person Brie let call her Gabs her any variation of Gabby, just like Brie was the only allowed to call Bella any variation of Izzy. It was sister privileges. “I’m glad to hear you made it okay. How was the flight?”

“I guess it was fine. I really remember, like, thirty minutes of it. I slept.” Bella burst out laughing.

“How did you manage to sleep on that tiny plane? There wasn’t any turbulence?” Brie shrugged even though Bella couldn’t see her.

“No idea, and no idea. Didn’t feel a think. I blasted some Evanescence and just snoozed.” They gossiped for a bit longer, Bella informing her that Magali was still looking around for a good coven her in the area. Apparently, there were a couple around, but they were either fake witches with no actual abilities, or they didn’t have anyone strong enough to help Brie with her own abilities. “Hey, quick question. Do you remember Rachel and Rebecca Black?”

“Jacob’s older sisters? They’re your age, right? Twins?”

“How do you remember that?” Brie muttered.

“Jealousy,” Bella answered immediately, much to Brie’s surprise. “Rachel was your best friend in Forks, and I was so jealous. I attached myself to Jacob after that every time we went back. How do you not remember?”

“Good question,” Brie mused with a sigh, throwing herself back on her bed. She explained how Charlie cleaned out the attic and Rachel and Rebecca picked out her bedroom items.

“So, if I decided to come to Washington to visit, I’d have the bedroom all to myself. Good to know,” Bella teased. There was something off with her tone; something sad, almost.

“Is mom there?” Brie questioned.

“No,” she sighed. “Phil apparently came back in town literally ten minutes after you left, so we picked him up, and they’ve been out on a date day ever since.”

“I’m sorry, Iz,” Brie sympathized. “I hate that she left you alone right after I left.”

“It is what it is,” Bella replied in a way that sounded more like Brie than it did like Bella. “Anyway, you start school next week, right? Are you excited?”

“Surprisingly, yes. I am excited. The National Park allows Forks High to offer an Honors Biology program that I’m really looking forward to.” They talked for a few more minutes before Charlie shouted from downstairs that the pizza had arrived.

“Tell Charlie I said hi, please.”

“Tell mom I said to do better,” Brie shot back.

“I’m not telling her that.”

The next day, Brie asked for directions to Billy Black’s house in La Push so she could go thank Rachel and Rebecca in person. Charlie scribbled out some directions on a piece of paper before he left for work and let her borrow his truck. After eating some eggs for breakfast, she got dressed in a pair of ripped black jeans, an AC/DC t-shirt, and a pair of black converse. She did her make up in a light brown color, lining her bottom lid in black before doing her hair in two braids that stopped at the nape of her neck and let the rest of hair hang loose.

She grabbed her phone off of her night stand and traveled down the steps to the front door, grabbing her bag and Charlie’s keys on the way out. La Push was a little less than thirty minutes away according to Charlie, so she wasn’t looking at too long of a drive, thankfully. She turned on the radio, an oldies rock channel playing, Led Zeppelin blasting through the speakers. She hummed along, glancing at the directions Charlie gave her every so often to make sure she wasn’t lost.

After about fifteen minutes, she pulled up to a red house that looked familiar, and Brie had the memory of running around, playing with a little girl with russet skin and black hair, both of them laughing loudly. Rachel, she thought, shifting the gears into park and turning off the truck. The front door opened as she was climbing out, and a man wheeled out, coming down the ramp.

“Billy?” She questioned, starting to recognize him. He studied her for a heartbeat before his eyes widened and he smiled at her.

“Brie! You’re all grown up! How have you been?”

“I’ve been good,” she replied, smiling back. “I actually came to thank Rachel and Rebecca. I heard from dad that they helped helped a lot with my room. I really appreciate everything they did.” Billy nodded.

“Sure, give me a moment.” He rolled back up the built in ramp and disappeared inside for a couple of minutes. Two girls appeared out the door, twins, and the only difference in their features was their hair; one had wavy hair and the other had straight. Brie knew immediately that the one with wavy hair was Rachel, and the one with straight hair was Rebecca.

“Brie!” Rachel shouted, running towards her with long, thin arms outstretched towards her. Brie caught her easily, laughing. She smelled like strawberries, and the scent brought back even more memories of playing with the twins at the beach and both of their houses. If she remembered correctly, Rebecca smelled like peonies. Another set of arms wrapped around her; yep. There were the peonies.

“It’s so good to see you!” Rebecca’s voice joined Rachel’s. All three pulled back, and Brie grinned at the twins, happy to see them. Rachel and Rebecca were beautiful, standing a couple inches shorter than Brie with russet tan skin, black hair, and eyes darker than hers. Their faces were slightly oval shaped, with high cheekbones, sharp jaws, and full lips. She could tell that both of them were studying her own features as well, maybe cataloging her similarities and differences to when she was a kid.

“I believe I owe you two a thank you and dinner.” Rachel waved a dismissive hand.

“Think nothing of it.”

“We were happy to help,” Rebecca finished, her smile a bit softer than Rachel’s wilder grin.

“Still, let me buy you both dinner sometime as a ‘thank you’, please,” Brie offered.

“I mean, if you insist. We would be stupid to turn down free food, right Becca?” The other girl nodded seriously, fighting a smile.

“Definitely stupid.”

The three of them talked for a bit longer on the front porch, catching back up, before Brie had to leave. She had promised herself that she’d go shopping for school supplies that day as school started back up that following week and she needed to be prepared. They promised to meet up for dinner the following night, and said their goodbyes. Making the drive back to Forks, Brie thought about how nice it was to see the twins again, especially Rachel, and she couldn’t believe that she let those memories just slip through her fingers so easily. She kind of felt like a bad friend.

After crossing back into Forks, she pulled into the parking lot of a small convenience store, hoping to get her school supplies there instead of tracking a Walmart down on this side of the Olympic National Park. A flash of red caught her eye and Brie looked over to see a red BMW convertible exiting the parking lot, and all she could see of the driver was blonde hair.

“Nice car.”

Chapter Text

First Meetings

Brie and Charlie’s truck were beginning to become best friends with how often she was driving it. Charlie mentioned he was glad he had the cruiser, so they at least had two vehicles around. Brie jokingly asked if she could drive that to school on her first day, and then quickly backtracked when it looked like he was considering allowing it. The last thing she needed was her first day at a new school to be marred by the fact she decided to drive a police car. She had met up with Rachel and Rebecca over the weekend for dinner, meeting at a diner in Port Angeles, the three of them promising to meet back up the following weekend again.
On Monday morning, Brie stood in front of her closet, hair and make up already done, trying to find an outfit to wear. Her hair was curled, pulled back into a low chignon with a braid on the left side pinned into it with a few loose curls framing her face. Her make up was done in soft browns, getting darker towards the outer corner of the lids. She surprisingly only had to redo her make up once. She decided on a pair of tight low rise washed out jeans, a dark purple sleeveless blouse, a cream colored cardigan, and a pair of tan opened toed wedges. She slipped in some purple triangle earrings, and her normal necklace before triple checking that she had all of her supplies for school.

The day before, Brie had received an email from Morgan. Her previous coven leader mentioned that she had made contact with a small coven in Port Angeles that were willing to meet with Brie and see if they were a good match. There was apparently a larger coven in Seattle that was interested, but it was a long way to go for weekly coven meetings. The Port Angeles coven leader was named Julia Jayne and she was a medium. Brie could admit that she was excited about meeting Julia; mediums were rare, almost as rare as Morgan’s telepathic ability. From what Morgan described, the small coven was full of rare abilities. One of them could teleport, apparently?

Brie thought that was awesome and she was not afraid to tell the woman to her face when they met that she was jealous.

She sent a brief reply, making sure to let Morgan know that she was on her way to school and would send a longer reply when she got home. Brie practically skipped down the steps to hear Charlie getting ready in his own room before going down the remaining stairs to get to the ground floor and into the kitchen. Brie grabbed a bottle of water from fridge before snagging Charlie’s truck keys from where they were hanging on the wall.

“Have a good day at school, Brie.” She jumped, startled at Charlie’s sudden voice. She turned, smiling at her dad.

“Thanks, dad. Have a good day at work.” She slipped past him, pressing a light kiss to his cheek as a ‘good bye’ and made her way out the door. She spent a minute flipping through her CDs in the large case she had put in the back of the truck, and choosing the new-ish Let Go album from Avril Lavigne. During the short drive to the High School, Brie listened to Complicated and Skater Boi, probably singing along too loudly as she found a parking spot somewhat close to the school.

Brie could see people staring as she parked, slipping out of the truck and grabbing her bag from the back seat before making her way inside. Her heartbeat picked up as her dark eyes skittered around the area, seeing the amount of people watching her. They must really not be used to new people in this town. She found the office, seeing a group just leaving the room and making their way down the hallway, backs towards her. She could see that there were two blondes, one with bronze hair, and two with dark hair. The dark haired girl was the smallest of them all and Brie thought that it looked like she was almost floating as she walked. The other dark haired one, a male, was tall and broad; much larger than his companions. He had an arm resting along the shoulders of the blonde woman, her long hair bouncing gently with each step she took.

Brie shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Was she really just checking a couple out? Bad, Brie, she scolded herself mentally before tugging the office door open and making her way to the woman behind the desk. She had a friendly, round face and smiled at her.

“Hi, are you also a new student? I can’t believe how many we have this year!” Brie nodded.

“Yes, I’m new. My name is Gabriela Swan,” she replied. The woman nodded, flipping through some papers on her desk before she made a little ‘ah ha’ noise and handing Brie a piece of paper.

“There’s your schedule, sweetie. Make sure you get all of your teachers to sign it, and then bring it back to me at the end of the day.” Brie raised a dark eyebrow when she said all of the teachers needed to sign it. Did they have trouble with kids skipping, or something?

“Will do, thank you,” Brie smiled, leaving the office. She stopped in the hallway, looking over her schedule and seeing her locker number written down in the upper left corner with the lock combination scribbled under it. She looked around to see the locker numbers in the hallway she was at, and realized that hers was probably down the next hallway.

It only took her a minute or two to find the locker, looking at the paper as she spun the lock. It finally opened after three attempts and she sighed in relief when she heard the click. “Sometimes they like to stick.” Brie turned her head to the left, seeing a beautiful girl about her age with dark hair that was in natural tight ringlets down her back, dark brown eyes that were almond shaped, and golden colored skin. She was absolutely gorgeous, and Brie had a sudden thought that she has now checked out two women in a fifteen minute period. Brie had known she was bisexual for a couple of years at that point, but she had yet to date a girl. She had only dated guys, and even then there were only a few. “Sorry, how rude of me; I’m Ada Okiro.” Brie shook the outstretched hand.

“I’m Gabriela Swan, but you can call me Brie.”

“Can I see your schedule?” Brie nodded, handing over the paper as she took out a couple of folders, a notebook, and the first textbook for her first period class; History. “We have a few classes together,” Ada mused, looking up briefly from the paper to smile at Brie before glancing back down. “We split after lunch, but I think you have AP Biology with my friend, Ryan right after lunch, and then- wait, no fair, your elective is Greek Mythology? That was an option?” Brie snorted, allowing Ada to lead her to their History class.

She learned during their short walk that Ada was mixed; her father was black, and her mother was white. Kamari, her father, was of Nigerian descent, but her mother was the most Irish looking woman she’d ever met, which was saying something because one of her other friends was a redhead. Kamari got a promotion and they moved so he could take his leadership position over a prominent section of the Olympic National Park.

“We were hoping he would need to be placed in Seattle, but I guess they wanted him on the not so populated side of the park,” Ada explained, sounding bitter. Brie’s lips twitched as she fought a smile. The slightly shorter girl sounded like she absolutely hated Forks, but seemed to like the few friends she’d made after the move. “I think you’re going to love Heidi,” the redhead, apparently. “She can be a little mean, though, so heads up. You aren’t going to see her until lunch, though. Same with Ryan.”

When they finally made it to the room, Brie immediately went up to the teacher, getting him to sign by his course so she could then take her seat. “Welcome to Forks,” the teacher greeted. “You can have a seat next to mister Hale.” He motioned towards a seat near the row of windows, and Brie’s gaze met the golden eyes of a pale blonde. He was beautiful, but Brie could see the slight tightening of skin around his eyes, almost like he was in pain. Brie nodded, making her way to the blonde and sitting down next to him.

As she was gathering her things and placing her textbook and notebook in front of her and grabbing a mechanical pencil. “Hi, sorry he decided to place the two new students next to each other.” His eyes slid to hers, and she could almost swear that they looked a bit darker.

“Not a problem,” he muttered, and Brie caught the southern accent slipping through.

“I’m Brie,” she greeted, keeping her voice soft and low. He seemed like he was a few seconds away from bolting, and she was trying her hardest not to spook him. Maybe he was shy?

“Jasper.” Old-fashioned, she mused, liking his name.

They stayed silent for the rest of the class, Brie trying to focus on her notes and making sure to write down important dates that the teacher told them. When the bell rang, Jasper was up and out of the door as quickly as possible. Brie didn’t have her pencil put away by the time he reached the doorway. She shrugged, not truly bothered by the blonde’s strange behavior. She knew she didn’t smell; she had showered that morning, making sure to put on deodorant (she had forgotten once; never again).

“What did you do to the new kid?” Ada questioned, appearing at Brie’s elbow. She shrugged again.

“Said ‘hi’,” she joked, standing up.

“Did I mention that I love your shoes?” Ada asked, lightly tapping the side of Brie’s wedges with her own converse clad foot.

“Maybe I’ll let you borrow them sometime.” Ada weaved her arm through Brie’s free one, practically snuggling into Brie’s arm.

“This is the start of a beautiful friendship – I can feel it.”

After History was Calculus, and then after that was English, which she also shared with Jasper. They sat on opposite sides of the room in that close, though. After English was Gym, and then finally lunch.

Ada led her to a table near the center of the room where a tall looking boy with light brown hair and glasses obscuring his face was located, leaning in close to a pretty redhead, both of them laughing. “Hey, guys! Meet Brie, she’s one of the new students,” Ada explained, sitting down next to the redhead.

“Hey, I’m Ryan Stark,” the boy said, smiling at Brie.

“I’m Heidi Reed,” the redhead followed, her green eyes studying Brie closely. She nodded, sitting down in the empty spot between Ada and Ryan. They pointed out some other Juniors in the lunch room, a few of them Brie recognizing from classes. There were two girls at a different table that kept looking over at Brie with squinting eyes. “That’s Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stantley. They’re both Sophomores, but seem to know almost everything about everyone. I’m not sure how they do it, to be honest,” Heidi explained, noticing that Brie had clocked the two younger girls’ staring.

“A little creepy,” Brie muttered, raising an eyebrow questioningly when her gaze met Lauren’s. The blonde’s eyes simply narrowed before she turned away, dramatically swiping her hair off of her shoulder in the process. Brie rolled her eyes before a chill went down her spine and she felt the familiar brush of someone touching her mind. She knew that most people, most witches, wouldn’t be able to feel a telepath read their thoughts, but Morgan thought that Brie’s own biokinesis helped her sense these type of things. She turned her head, searching around the room for the possible telepath.

Her gaze landed on the other new kids, the guy with the bronze hair was staring at her, handsome face morphed into a confused frown. Oh, he knew she knew. She let her gaze look over the rest of them before someone leaned down in between herself and Ryan.

“Those are the Cullens,” Lauren Mallory said, a smirk gracing her pale, but admittedly pretty, face. Her blue eyes were cold and sharp as they met Brie’s. “The new doctor in town, Doctor Cullen, and his wife adopted them. The one you were just undressing with your eyes is Edward.”

“‘Undressing with my eyes’?” Brie repeated in a hiss, eyes narrowing at the Sophomore that just invited herself to their table to gossip.

“Yes,” Lauren replied, her smirk getting crueler. “Back off, though. I have my eyes on him.” Brie looked back over at the bronze haired Cullen who’s name was apparently Edward, and saw him looking over at his adopted siblings, obviously fighting a smile. While Brie was definitely not undressing the telepath with her eyes, he was handsome with his golden eyes and tall, lean frame.

“He’s too pretty for me,” Brie sighed, bored already with the blonde now leaning closer to the group.

“Fine with me. Anyway, the little dark haired one is Alice. She’s a sophomore just like Edward. She’s apparently dating the blonde guy next to her, Jasper Hale.” Alice was small, probably even shorter than Bella. She had short, dark hair that was styled in spikes, making her look almost pixie-like. She had the same golden eyes as her boyfriend and adopted brother. “The other two are also dating; Emmett Cullen and Rosalie Hale. As far as I know, Jasper and Rosalie are actual siblings.” Brie looked the remaining two over and felt her heart skip a beat.

Holy shit, they were gorgeous. Emmett was the tall and broad one that Brie noticed earlier. He was smiling over at his girlfriend, dimples appearing in his cheeks. Fuck, he had a great smile. Rosalie, though, was quite possibly the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. Her blonde hair was styled perfectly down her back and over her shoulders, her golden eyes wide and round, framed with long, dark lashes. Her lips were painted red and they were ticked upwards as she looked back over at her handsome boyfriend. They were a beautiful and intimidating couple. Emmett looked like he could take on ten men and win without breaking a sweat, and Rosalie seemed to stare coldly around the room as if everyone around her wasn’t worth her time.

“I’ve learned all of that about them in half of a day, yet no one knows a damn thing about you,” Lauren continued. Brie’s shoulders squared in defense.

“Go back to your own table, Sophomore,” Heidi sneered, leaning forward. “Or I’ll tell the whole school about how over the summer, you and Tyler Crowley got stuck while-” Lauren straightened up abruptly, lip curling a bit at the redhead who met her glare head on. The blonde huffed, spinning and heading back to where her friends were, tilting her head towards Jessica Stanley and the two whispered quietly to each other while glancing over at their table.

“I think you pissed off the Sophomore Queen Bee,” Ada laughed. Heidi smiled sweetly.

“Doesn’t matter, she needs to learn her place.” Brie took a sip of apple juice, already tired of the drama. She now remembered why she didn’t hang with many people her own age. Or people in general, really. When the bell signaling the end of lunch rang, she threw her trash away, making her way to her AP Biology class. Like Ada said earlier, Ryan was in that class, and so far it was the one that Brie knew she’d be the most in to.

Her final period class was a study hall, something that she wasn’t able sign up for before. Apparently, it’s mostly for Juniors and Seniors. She had Emmett and Rosalie in this class with her, and she noticed that Emmett was looking at her curiously while his girlfriend looked like she was imagining crushing Brie’s head under her stilettos.

Since study hall was more of a free period than anything, Brie got to work on some homework that her History teacher assigned, but someone sitting in the chair next to her grabbed her attention. “Hi,” the newcomer said, and her breath got caught in her throat when she realized it was Emmett. His dimples were out in full force as he smiled at her. “Nice to see there’s another new kid besides us. Gabriela, right?” Brie nodded slowly, almost as if in a trance. Fuck, he even smelled good.

“Yeah, I go by Brie,” she corrected once she was finally able to breathe.

“I’m Emmett, and that’s my girlfriend, Rosalie,” he introduced, motioning to Rosalie behind him. Brie gave a shy wave and a timid smile to the gorgeous blonde, her heartbeat fluttering again. What the fuck was happening to her? She faced towards the front, closing her eyes for a moment. She focused all of her attention inward, picturing her own heart in her mind. She could see and feel the way her heart was beating strangely, nervously, and forced the pumping to slow.

She hardly ever used her ability on herself unless it was to heal superficial wounds like scrapes or bruises, but she had noticed that sometimes her heart beat kind of funny when she got anxious. She chalked up to anxiety and would basically do a manual override of the most important organ in her body. Once she got it under control she opened her eyes, glad to see that only a handful of seconds had passed.

Emmett was still sitting next to her still, but now both he and Rosalie staring at her like they knew what she just did to her own heart. That was impossible, though, right? “So,” she started after a too long silence. “Where are you from?”

“All over,” Rosalie answered, her voice sounding like bells. How in the world did Brie already have a crush on these two perfect human beings? She talked to the two of them for a bit longer, Emmett talking to her the most with Rosalie throwing in comments cooly here and there.

When the bell rang signally the end of the day, Brie gathered up her things, making sure to keep the slip of paper that all of her teachers needed to sign stayed out so she could drop it off to the office and stood up. Emmett passed her, and he was a good half foot taller than her. “See ya tomorrow, Brie,” he smiled. Rosalie followed, but she paused her eyes locking with Brie’s for a moment.

“Purple is a good color for you,” she commented, looking Brie up and down before sauntering away after the largest Cullen. Brie’s knees felt a little weak as she leaned against the table for stability. After a moment and more kids piling out, Brie finally followed, going to her locker and grabbing her bag before making her way to the front office to drop off her slip.

Once in the parking lot she saw Rosalie behind the wheel of the red BMW convertible she saw over the weekend, Emmett’s large frame in the passenger seat. They pulled out of the parking lot quickly, a Volvo following. Brie quickly got into the truck, and drove home. Charlie’s cruiser wasn’t in the driveway, so she assumed he was still on shift as she made her way into the house and up the stairs to her room. She fell onto the bed, grabbing her cellphone and dialing the house phone in Pheonix.

“Hello?”

“You will never believe how my first day went, Iz!”

Chapter Text

Port Angeles Coven.

The next morning Brie got dressed in a pair of high waisted black jeans, a long-sleeved black v-neck shirt, and slipped on some black high heeled ankle boots. She did her make up in neutral brown tones, and pulled two thick strands of her hair back and braided the strands down her back in a fishtail braid. She slipped on a pair of stacked rings onto her right middle finger, grabbed her black wrist watch, and then finished off her look with a pair of earrings that dropped down into a point near her jaw.

Slipping her phone into her bag, and then hefting it onto her shoulder, Brie made her way down the steps from her room and continued into the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

“Making a fashion statement there, Brie?” She jumped, startled, turning her head to see Charlie leaning on the door frame sipping his own cup of coffee. Brie turned back to the coffee pot, pouring some into a travel mug before screwing the top on. “The only pop of color I see on you right now is your necklace.”

“Am I not allowed to wear black, dad?” She teased, taking a sip out the mug, grimacing a bit at the bitter taste.

“Want some cream or sugar?” Brie shook her head.

“No, I like drinking it black,” she responded. Charlie made a face at her before turning and grabbing the keys to his cruiser.

“Color me surprised; have a good day at school, kid!” He made his way out the door and Brie grabbed the keys to Charlie’s truck and slowly made her way out of the house behind him, locking the front door, yawning the whole way. She and Bella were talking for hours about Brie’s first day in Forks, probably using up all of Brie’s minutes all of cellphone. She’d have to check to see how many she had left later. Bella’s own first day of her Sophomore year wasn’t until the following Monday, so her younger sister didn’t have any news for Brie yet, unfortunately. Well, besides the fact that Renee was away more often than not with Phil, leaving Bella on her own, and Brie understood to a point; Renee and Phil were still technically newlyweds in their first year of marriage. This was the time to be away, enjoying their time together.

On the other hand, no matter how much Bella mothered Renee, Renee was still their mother. She was the adult, and Bella was still a damn child. She was still fifteen for a couple of more weeks, for shit’s sake. Just because Bella had more maturity in her little finger than Renee seemingly had in her entire fucking body, didn’t mean she could just abandon her. Brie had half a mind to beg Bella to move to Forks, but knew that her younger sister would be miserable in the cold just like when they were kids, and would never ask her to do that.

Brie did get a message from Bella letting her know that Renee finally got around to boxing up her desktop computer and shipping it out to her. She had gotten one of the newer models of the iMac desktop computers the year previous in grape, of course, as purple was her favorite color. She was very excited to be getting her computer back, as email was her main point of communication with both Morgan and Magali. She should thankfully be receiving the desktop computer by the end of the week.

The drive to school went just as smoothly as the day before, and Brie parked somewhat close to the red BMW convertible that she remembered Rosalie and Emmett driving off in the day before with the silver Volvo parked next to them again. As soon as she stepped out of her car, she noticed that yet again all eyes of the student body of Forks High School were on her. It was annoying, to be honest, and pissed her off a bit. Was this how the whole first week was going to go for her?

She found herself in front of her locker within minutes, placing her large coffee mug on the ground between her feet so no one kicked it over, and stuffed the books from her bag into her locker and then slid her now empty bag in, slipping the handle on the one of the two hooks resting at the top so the bag wasn’t crushing her books or notebooks. Brie grabbed her books for History and was about to make her way to the class when she was stopped by a head of dark curly hair again. Ada had a bright smile on her face that dimmed when she saw the large coffee mug already in Brie’s hand.

“Aw,” Ada pouted, looking down at the two styrofoam cups occupying both of her hands. “I got you a cup of coffee this morning; I didn’t think you would have one.”

“You can give it to Heidi or Ryan?” Brie suggested, taking a sip out of her mug, savoring the bitter taste of the black coffee. As much as she appreciated the kind gesture Ada did, she could smell the over abundance of sugar and cream that the other girl poured into both cups from her stance next to her.

“Heidi hates coffee, she only drinks tea or hot chocolate if she needs something warm,” she confided. “Oh, and Ryan gets super spacey after he drinks coffee for, like, an hour and then gets really hyper and then crashes for the rest of the day. It’s bad news bears.” Ada shook her head slowly, eyes looking dark, traumatized, as if remembering a time or two where the exact thing she described happened. Brie was suddenly glad she had missed it. Ada snapped out of it easily, her smile back as she took a large gulp of the scalding liquid with a happy sigh. “Oh, well. More for me, I guess!” Brie hummed in agreement as they stepped into the classroom. Jasper was already in his seat next to the window, and while he sat just as rim-rod straight as the day before, he didn’t seem as stiff.

Brie took her seat next to him, placing her books down, and getting her notes out. “Good morning,” she greeted.

“Mornin’,” he greeted back, sounding much more at ease than the day before. She glanced up at him in surprise, her dark eyes meeting his golden ones – wait? Gold? That didn’t seem right. Brie didn’t want to think too much on it, just smiled at him before adverting her gaze back to her notebook in front of her just in time for the teacher to walk in and greet them and get class started. Yesterday was more of a ‘get to know you’ day, so that day, he went over the syllabus. Brie was most excited about covering the Civil War. She wasn’t entirely sure if this was accurate, but she figured that Arizona, a state that was part of the Confederacy during the Civil War, might cover the topic differently than Washington.

“Let me know if you have any questions or need any help,” a voice said close to her ear. Brie stiffened in surprise, not expecting to hear someone speak so suddenly.

“Are you good at history?” She questioned, realizing after a heartbeat that it was Jasper who spoke. A small smirk graced his way too handsome features.

“I’m very good. It almost feels like I lived through it,” he joked lowly. Brie chuckled.

“Impressive. I will probably be asking you for help, then. I’m actually not that great at history,” she admitted. “Biology is what I’m good at.”

“Are you in the AP class?” She nodded. The two talked a bit more before they had to pay attention to the teacher again as he continued to go over the syllabus. Once class was over, Brie said her goodbyes to Jasper, thanking him again for his offer of assistance in the class. “No need to thank me, Brie,” he drawled out with a smile before making his way out of the classroom at a sedated pace that he

didn’t have before. Ada appeared at her elbow, only holding one cup this time so she must have finished the first one during class.

“You two seemed to be getting along better this time,” she mused as Brie finished organizing her books and gathering them in her arms.

“Yeah, he seems like a cool guy,” she agreed as the two of them made their way out of the classroom and to their lockers. Brie exchanged her books for her next class, said her goodbyes to Ada, and hurried along to calculus.

The first half of the day went by quickly, but Brie was upset that she had finished her coffee by the end of second period and had to exchange it for water. She’d have to find a bigger mug somewhere. When lunch rolled around, she grabbed a sandwich and a bag of a chips with a water before scanning the room to see if Ada, Heidi, and Ryan would be at the same table as before – they were. As she was making her way over, she caught Emmett’s eye, and the large man gave her a wave with a big grin. Brie smiled back, giving a shy wave in return. Of course, everyone in the vicinity noticed and began gossiping like the hens they were, but Brie blocked it out, continuing her way to her table.

As she sat down, Heidi was already staring at her, one perfectly plucked eyebrow raised in question. “What?” Brie asked, taking a bite of her sandwich, grimacing at the taste. “Ew.”

“Yeah, don’t eat the pre-wrapped stuff. It never tastes right,” Heidi commented offhandedly before her green eyes stared into Brie’s dark ones again. “Now, what was that?”

“What was what?”

“That? That wave?”

“It was a wave, Heidi,” Brie sighed, exasperated. “We have study hall together and talked yesterday. He’s fun.” Her eyes narrowed as if searching for any hints of a lie before she backed off.

“Yeah, alright. That’s cool, I guess.” Brie let the corner of her mouth tick upwards in amusement as she snacked on her chips, pushing the sandwich to the side to be thrown away later as she talked with her friends about nothing and everything.

“How’s school going for your sister?” Ryan questioned.

“Her school doesn’t start until next week,” Brie sighed.

“Jealous,” Ada commented. “On the other hand, though, we’ll get out before she does, so, that’s kind of awesome and sucks for her.” Brie didn’t have the heart to remind Ada of the snow days that Washington prepared for that Arizona didn’t, so their last days normally were around the same time. She just nodded in agreement.

“Snow days, Ada,” Heidi said, picking at the sides of her freshly manicured nails. Whelp, nevermind.

“Ah, fuck, forgot about that.”

After lunch, Brie and Ryan walked to biology together and then, because it was Tuesday, she had her elective Greek Mythology. Brie was a little dissapointed that she wasn’t going to be able to see Emmett and Rosalie in study hall, but she’d able to see them three days a week. Her Mythology class was only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and there were only about five other students in the class with her; all seniors. She didn’t recognize any of them.

The teacher, Miss White, was really laid back, and one of the first things she talked about was the fact that almost all of the conflicts in mythology were caused by Zeus and the fact that he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Literally her words, not Brie’s. Brie loved her already. Miss White was soft spoken, but confident. It was obvious that she knew her shit and was meant to be a teacher.

Unlike her Calculus teacher.

When the bell rang signaling the end of the day, Brie’s head shot up in surprise as she glanced at the clock. How was it already the end of the day? She packed up her things, hearing a couple of the other students groan in protest as they did the same thing. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who like the class. “I’ll see you guys on Thursday,” Miss White commented before they reached the door, smiling crookedly at them, sandy brown eyes gleaming as she tucked a piece of her light brown hair behind her ear. “We’ll be discussing my personal favorite topic; Hades and Persephone!” Brie felt her own face light up in delight; that was one of her favorite topics, too.

She quickly made her way to her locker, grabbing her backpack and tucking the books and notes she needed for homework in it before shutting the door and slipping her bag over her shoulder. She twirled the keys to Charlie’s truck lazily between her fingers as she weaved between talking students and into the parking lot. She came to a halt when she saw a figure leaning against the truck, standing when he noticed her. Emmett. A smaller body moved out from behind him smoothly, her blonde hair pulled back into a perfect side braid, gold eyes gleaming, and painted red lips tilted down in a displeased way.

“Hi,” Brie said as she reached them.

“Hey,” Emmett said. “Saw you at lunch, but not in study hall. Everything okay?” Oh my fuck, was he worried?

“I had Greek Mythology,” she answered. “Tuesdays and Thursdays. I’ll be back in study hall tomorrow.”

“See babe, I told you she was fine,” Rosalie sighed, one of her hands caressing his abnormally large biceps in a calming way with her long fingers. Fuck, they were perfect. Emmett smiled a bit sheepishly, dimples flaring to life.

“My bad, Brie. See ya tomorrow!” His sheepish smile turned bright as he said his goodbyes and Rosalie gave her a nod before they made their way to the convertible. The other Cullens were waiting by the silver Volvo, and Brie noticed that Edward was looking at her with that quizzical look he had the day before. Not that it really surprised her. Brie was ninety percent sure that he was the telepath she felt brush her mind during lunch, and since she wasn’t a shield like Bella, the telepath would know that she knew.

Brie climbed into the truck, starting it up and flipping through the stations until she found one that she liked. Charlie had them pre-set to the most boring ones and it killed her inside, honestly. Right when she was about to shift the truck into reverse, her phone started ringing. She put it back into park and saw that it was Magali that was calling. Anxiety quickly filled her, fearing the worst.

“Magali? Hey, is everything okay? You never call,” she answered.

“Hi, Magali. How are you? I’m doing great, Brie, thanks for asking. How are you doing?” Magali sassed drily. Brie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Hi, Magali. How are you?” She parroted.

“No, don’t even try. It’s too late for that,” the other woman spat with no real heat. “Seriously, though, you aren’t busy, are you? I didn’t catch you at a bad time?”

“No, I was just about to pull out of the school parking lot. Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s great. I found a coven.” Brie froze. Magali and Morgan both had been searching for one that was powerful enough for Brie to join, but they were struggling. “They aren’t a large coven, and honestly, I think you’ll be the most powerful witch there once your powers fully develop, but the leader is a medium.”

“Wow, seriously?” Any type of necromancy was an advance form of witchcraft that most didn’t mess with. There were a lot of older witches, Brie’s grandma was one of them, that thought necromancers and mediums were evil; demons wearing human skin. Brie honestly thought the ability was pretty cool. She herself could literally make someone’s aorta explode if she so desired – talking to the dead was no less evil to her to than her own gift in her own opinion.

“Yes, seriously. I’ll be emailing you over the details. They usually meet on Wednesdays. Can you get to a computer?” Until her desktop arrived, there wouldn’t be one in the house. She wracked her brain, trying to think of a place where should go go to print off the details really quick, when it hit her.

“Oh! Library! Duh.”

“Okay, great. Shoot me an email back when you’re there so I can let them know that you’ll be there tomorrow.” Brie and Magali spoke for a bit longer before disconnecting, and Brie finally backed up out of the now empty parking lot and made her way Forks Avenue to the Library.

As soon as she walked in, there was a wall of about five desktops lining the side with only one in use, so Brie snagged on and logged into her email quickly. She found the email Magali sent detailing the meeting plans for the Port Angeles coven and printed it out, grabbing the paper and tucking it into her bag quickly before anyone saw the information. Not that there were a lot of people in the library, but, oh well. She looked through the remainder of her emails at a more sedated pace, deleting the unimportant ones, and responding to the ones that she needed to before logging off and grabbing her bag, heading back home.

The next day, school went by quickly. Brie’s only highlight of the day was study hall where Emmett decided to ask her to sit at the desk right in front of his and Rosalie’s. He pestered her with questions about her day and her life, not that she minded, of course. He was handsome and incredibly charming. There was something tugging at the back of her brain, something trying to warn her, maybe? It might have been from his size, but that didn’t feel right, either. Brie got that feeling from all of the Cullens and Hales.

“What are your plans after school?” Rosalie questioned, surprising Brie out of her musings. She met the blonde’s gaze, her sharp eyes looking less cold than usual, but just as calculating as the last couple of days. Right, she asked her a question.

“Oh, uh, I’m heading to Port Angeles to run some errands,” she answered.

“Not waiting for the weekend?” Emmett asked. Brie shook her head.

“Nah, one of them is a bit time sensitive, so it has to be today.” Rosalie hummed, but Brie could tell the blonde didn’t believe her for some reason. The final bell rang, and she gathered up her things quickly, excited to get to the meeting as soon as possible. She had left a note on the kitchen table for Charlie letting him know that she would be in Port Angeles for the afternoon and would be home late, leaving her cell phone number scribbled at the bottom in case he didn’t have stored in his own – which, knowing him was a possibility. She said her goodbyes to Emmett and Rosalie and made her way to her locker to get her bag and then hit the road.

It took about a little over an hour to get Port Angeles, and about ten more minutes to get the meeting spot. Brie glanced at the printed paper in her hand, pulling up to an empty parking spot in front of a little shop tucked in between two much larger stores called Enchanted. Brie made her way inside, a little bell sounding as the door opened signaling that someone walked in. Brie looked around in amazement; it was a store for witchcraft. Like, actual witchcraft. There were crystals of different shapes and sizes and colors lining one wall, and herbs along another. Before she could look further, a voice sounded from the back.

“I’m so sorry, we’re now closed!” Brie looked over to see a woman a little bit shorter than her with straight, black hair, and dark mocha skin. She was wearing a pastel pink dress that flowed in the arms and at the hips, with a pair of white flats. Her eyes were just as dark as her hair. She was incredibly beautiful.

“Hi, sorry, I’m not a customer, I’m-”

“Oh!” The woman cut her off, holding out her hand to shake Brie’s. “You must be Gabriela. I’m Samantha Haner, but you can call me Sam. I’m one of the coven members, and I own this shop.” Brie smiled.

“Hi, Sam, it’s really nice to meet you. Yes, I’m Gabriela Swan. I go by Brie.”

“Well, follow me to the back, and you can meet the others.” Brie nodded and followed Sam to the back. They went through a doorway that had beads hanging instead of a door and she instantly knew she was at the epicenter of their coven’s power. There were lit candles along the wall, the only light sources technically, and up against one of the walls was a worn, opened book up top of a dark wooden pedestal with a matching lectern. The room felt very early Charmed days to Brie, not that she was minding it.

“Welcome to the Port Angeles Coven.”

Chapter Text

Draining

“Gabriela Swan, welcome.” Brie’s gaze lifted to a tall woman with dark auburn hair and dark green eyes. This must be Julia Jayne, she thought. Sam gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze before taking up a spot behind Julia. The two others, both blondes, one was a woman in either her late thirties or earlier forties, and the other was probably around Brie’s age. They were both also looking at her. The older blonde was gazing at her curiously, but the younger looked hostile, glaring. It definitely set Brie on edge – she didn’t know this girl, didn’t know her power. She was an unknown and could potentially be a threat.

“Brie,” she choked out, and then cleared her throat. “I go by Brie.”

“I’m Julia Jayne, leader of this coven and I am a medium.” Julia motioned to Sam. “I know you’ve already met Sam, the owner of this shop, and she has photokinesis – the ability to manipulate light.” Sam smiled, holding out her hand to demonstrate her ability as the fading sunlight filtering in through one of the small windows behind her bent into a curved arch. Sam’s hand fell and the light dissipated back into the natural angle. “This is Rhiannon Purnell,” the older, tall blonde. “She can teleport.” Rhiannon disappeared from her spot and appeared directly in front of Brie with two loud pops. She yelped in surprise, stumbling back. Rhiannon grinned, disappearing again with another pop and appearing back in original spot.

“I need to see where I’m going,” she said suddenly. “So, I can only teleport short distances. If I try to go somewhere I can’t see, I run the risk of leaving something behind – like an arm or a leg. Maybe even my head.” Brie’s jaw dropped, surprised. That would be horrifying.

“And lastly, we have Maisie Eaton,” Julia said, placing a hand on the younger blonde’s shoulder. Maisie didn’t look as if she appreciated the touch, but continued to glare at at Brie. “Maisie here can talk to animals.” Okay, so not a real threat, then. “Ladies, Brie has biokinesis.”

“You could theoretically heal wounds, right?” Rhiannon questioned, intrigued. Brie nodded.

“Yes, I can.”

“You can or you could?” The blonde questioned, eyebrow raised.

“Can. Would you like to see?”

“I believe that would be most intriguing,” Julia agreed. Looking around, Brie noticed the glint of a blade and reached for the knife.

“May I?” She asked Julia, making sure it wasn’t ceremonious or anything similar. Julia gave a nod, allowing her continue. Brie held the blade to her forearm, dragging the edge down in a quick slice. She flinched a bit, watching as a deep cut appeared on her arm and placed the knife down next to her. Julia, Rhiannon, and Sam walked closer to her, wanting to get a good look at the cut healing. Maisie, however, stayed back, studying her nails instead.

Brie took a deep breath, her right hand hovering near the cut, making sure that the others could see. A light flared above her, and her dark eyes flickered upwards to meet Sam’s equally as dark eyes for a moment before she looked back down. Her eyes closed, and in her mind, Brie pictured the cut. She imagined the muscles and vessels knitting back together, and then she did the same with the skin. When Brie’s eyes opened back up, there was no longer a cut, only a raised, red scar left in it’s place.

Julia handed her a napkin, and Brie wiped away the blood on her arm. “I’m still working on not leaving a scar. It might just be part of the process, though. It’ll be completely gone in a month or two.”

“That’s incredible,” Rhiannon noted, reaching out to gently run a long finger along the scar. “We could see your body stitching itself back together. Can you heal others, or just yourself?”

“Yes, I can heal others, as well.”

“You could just as easily kill, too, right?” Maisie piped up as she sauntered forward. Brie paused for a moment before she nodded slowly.

“Yes, I could.” Maisie’s arms crossed, the leather of her jacket squeaking loudly in the sudden quiet of the room. Brie guessed it was faux leather – if Maisie could talk to animals, there was no way she’d be wearing something made from them.

“Would it be just as easy for you?”

“Maisie!” Julia snapped.

“It’s okay,” Brie interjected, her dark gaze staying locked on Maisie’s glaring blue one. “No, it’s not easy. The heart, or the brain, is a lot more complex to navigate through than muscle and skin. Knitting a cut back together is child’s play for me. Trying to work my through a brain? It’s a map of vessels and arteries, and you have to find the perfect spot, the one most likely to end a life instead of causing a stroke. The same for the heart. It’s not easy,” she repeated. “And I can’t say I’ve had enough practice in the art of murder to make it easy.”

“The way you described it, though,” Maisie pushed, crossed arms tightening over her chest in a protective manner. “You have killed before.”

“I accidentally killed a bird once,” Brie sighed. “I was having a bad day, and it shit on me. So, I stopped it’s heart.” Maisie certainly didn’t like that answer. Her arms dropped and her eyes widened. Maybe Brie shouldn’t have mentioned killing an animal to a witch who could talk to them. Dumbass.

“We’ve all had slips with our gifts,” Julia intervened before Maisie could start up again. “You have a very powerful gift, Brie, and you seem to have mastered only one element of it. You must focus on other parts of your gift, even the ones you don’t enjoy.”

“You want to let her give someone a heart attack or brain aneurysm? Oh! I know! You’re going to let her test it out on some more fucking birds! Is that it?”

“Maisie, dear, your eyes are starting to turn green,” Rhiannon simpered. The younger blonde’s eyes shot to her in blazing anger.

“I am not jealous!”

“Sure you aren’t,” Rhiannon scoffed with an eye roll.

“Enough! Brie, are you alright with practicing on your control of heart rates?” Brie nodded.

“Yeah, that’s fine with me.”

By the time Brie made it home, she was exhausted and completely drained. Julia Jayne might have a sweet exterior, but she’s a drill sergeant on the inside. She made Brie practice her control until she could feel herself slipping and anymore would be dangerous. Rhiannon was a champ, letting her practice on her, and the blonde had to stay at Sam’s for night as she was just as exhausted. Brie made sure her heart was functioning properly after she messed with and manipulated it, but thankfully it was doing fine.

She called Charlie on her way home, asking him if he ate yet and if he wanted her to grab dinner. He said yes, so she stopped by a burger place before heading home. As soon as she opened the door, Charlie was on her, quickly taking the food from her and making his way into the kitchen. “You have fun today, Kid?” He questioned after she followed hm into the kitchen. She nodded, placing some other bags down on the floor before grabbing her own portion of food. It’s not like she could come home empty handed after saying she’d be running errands in Port Angeles.

“I did. There are a lot of nice shops in that area. I might have to head that way more often,” she answered, hinting at the fact that this definitely wouldn’t be a one time thing.

“Sure, just maybe give me more of heads up than a note the day of, yeah?” She nodded in understanding.

“Sorry, I’ll let you know beforehand the next time I decide to go.”

“Much appriciated.”

After she ate, Brie cleaned up and then went up to her room, plopping down on the bed as she pulled out her cellphone, flipping it open. She dialed the house phone in Pheonix and waited a couple of seconds for someone to pick up.

“Hello?” A voice she hadn’t heard in a while answered. Brie blinked in surprise, glancing at the phone screen to make sure she dialed the right number.

“Phil?”

“Um, yes? Is this Brie?”

“Yeah! It’s nice to hear your voice! How are you? How’s mom?”

She talked to Phil for a little bit, learning that he wasn’t staying for too long as he had training soon in another state. Renee was apparently upset that he would leaving again almost as soon as he arrived, but she understood.

“It was nice talking with you, Brie. Here’s Bella.”

“Nice talking with you, too, Phil! Have a good time training.” She only had to wait a moment before Bella’s voice came through the speaker.

“Hey, Gabs.”

“Hey, Iz. You ready to hear about the shitshow of a coven I’m now in?”

“Oh, yes. Do tell,” Bella answered, and Brie could hear her walk around the house, presumably to her room.

“Well, the leader had me practicing my control over heart rates today, and one of the others, Rhiannon, who can teleport, allowed me to practice on her.”

“That seems dangerous. Wait, teleport?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty awesome, but she can only do it for short distances. Says she might accidentally leave behind a body part if she doesn’t know where she’s going.”

“Yikes. Okay, continue.”.

“I showed them my healing ability first, and Sam, who’s photokinetic and owns the shop the coven meets at, was pretty impressed and made sure to shine a light on my arm as it was healing so everyone could see it come back together,” she explained in a rush.

“Have to admit, Brie, I’m not seeing where the shitshow comes into play,” Bella said.

“I’m getting there, Bells, hold your fucking horses. Anyway, the last girl, Maisie, who I definitely thought was going to try and kill me with her power when I first got there with how much she was glaring at me, but her gift is talking to animals. Unless she sends a bear or a cougar after me, I think it’s safe bet that I’ll be alright.”

“That’s mean, but why was she glaring at you?”

“No idea. So, I heal my arm, right? And Maisie asks if I can kill as easily as I can heal.”

“She did not!”

“Oh, she did! I explained to her that, no, killing is a lot harder as the brain and heart are more complex than muscle and skin, and she accuses me of murdering before because of how detailed my explaination was. I told her about the bird, which in hindsight wasn’t a good idea to admit to someone who could talk to animals, so I’m probably going to have birds shitting on me every time I’m in Port Angeles around her. So, yeah, shitshow,” Brie finally finished, taking a breath after saying the last bit in one go.

“Alright, shitshow. I’m in agreement.”

“A part of me is dreading going back next week,” Brie admitted. “I like Sam and Rhiannon, but Maisie is borderline aggressive, and I almost feel like Julia is trying to use me.”

“Don’t go back, then,” Bella said as if it was the most simple solution.

“I have to,” Brie sighed. “Magali put a lot of effort in finding this coven. I owe it to her to stick it out for as long as I can, right?” Bella was silent for a few moments before she agreed.

“I suppose you’re right. Just be careful, okay? I really don’t like how hostile this Maisie girl is being.” Brie stayed quiet for a minute, a soft smile crawling across her face.

“It feels weird, doesn’t it? Not having each other’s backs with coven matters.”

“Yeah, it feels wrong. I don’t like not being there with you,” Bella admitted with a soft sigh.

“Me, neither. Enough about me, though, how are things going with you? Is Magali helping you?” Bella was silent. “Bells?”

“I haven’t really be going much. I don’t like being there without you.”

“Bella, you can’t stop living your life because I’m not there.” Brie made sure her tone stayed soft, not wanting her younger sister to get angry or upset.

“It’s not because you aren’t here,” the younger huffed. “I just feel alone right now, Gabs. Mom is always gone, to visit Phil, you’re in Forks. It’s just me.”

“She leaves you alone?”

“Yes and no. I worded that wrong. She’s here during the week but is gone on weekends. Just like before.” That made Brie feel a bit better. She was getting concerned that Renee was leaving her.

“Bells, I love you, but it sounds like you’re doing that self-isolation thing we’ve talked about.”

“Am not! I hang out with friends, sometimes,” Bella fired back, sounding more like herself that she had for the past couple of minutes.

“Uh huh, sure,” Brie teased lightly, wanting the conversation to get less tense and heavy.

“Speaking of hanging out with friends, what about the cute people at your school? Have you spoken more to them?” Brie told her how Emmett asked her to sit in front of them in study hall earlier that day, and Bella let out a laugh. “Half of the couple seem interested in you, at least,” she joked.

“I don’t know if I’m interested in being in a throuple,” Brie laughed. “Also, they don’t seem to keen on adding a third. Besides, it would be way too much hassle to be part of relationship that clearly has so much history between them. I would feel like I’m third-wheeling on my own relationship and that doesn’t sound like a good time.”

“You never know until you try. Some relationships can be healthy, even if there’s a lot of history between only half of it.”

“Okay miss ‘never had a boyfriend’, I’ll listen to your advise.,” Brie shot back with a snort.

“That’s mean!”

Brie talked to Bella for about ten more minutes before they finally said their goodbyes and hung up. She got ready for bed, showering quickly and then slipping on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that she was halfway convinced was Charlie’s at one point before Renee stole it, and then Brie stole it last year. Hopefully, he never wants it back because it was one of the most comfortable shirts she owned.

She climbed into bed, shifting further under the comforter before she fell into a deep sleep.

Two weeks had gone by in what felt like no time at all. Brie went to Port Angeles every Wednesday to meet with the coven, and then went to La Push every weekend to have lunch or dinner with Rachel and Rebecca. The easy friendship she had with the twins made it seem as if they’ve never gone without contact. Just like when they were younger, though, Brie and Rachel gravitated towards each other. Rebecca never seemed to mind, interjecting herself into the conversation when she felt it was necessary, but for the most part she was quiet. Rebecca reminded Brie a lot of Bella in that regard. Both were silent watchers more than anything. They would both rather listen and speak up when needed. It was refreshing in a way to have Rebecca near. It almost felt like Bella was there, too.

A body leaning against the locker next to her broke Brie from her thoughts as she looked over to the side. Heidi was there, red hair piled on top of her head and there was a frown on her face. “Are you okay?” She questioned.

“No,” was Heidi’s clipped response. “I need your help.” Her small hand reached out, gripping Brie’s forearm tightly and dragging her into an empty classroom. Brie let it happen, taking a sip of her coffee as Heidi shut the door and then let out a groan of frustration.

“Heidi, what’s happening right now?” She spun around, green eyes looking a bit wild.

“Ada asked me out on a date and I think I’m having a gay crisis,” she rushed out. Brie almost spit out her mouthful of coffee in surprise. “You’re the only bisexual I know, besides Ada now, obviously, and maybe me? I don’t know! Am I bisexual? Am I gay?”

“Heidi, you need to take a fucking breath,” Brie said, placing her coffee on a desk before gripping the redhead’s shoulders. “You’re panicking right now, and you need to calm down.”

“It’s not every day your best friend, your girl best friend, asks you out on a date,” Heidi snapped back. “I think I’m allowed to panic!”

“Is it Ada making you panic, or the thought of going on a date with a girl?”

“I – I don’t know,” Heidi stammered before taking a deep breath. “Ada, I think.”

“Okay, are you feeling disgusted that she asked you out?” Brie tried. Heidi had never shown any signs of being homophobic, and she seemed completely fine with Brie herself when she told them about her crushes on Emmett and Rosalie.

“Of course not! Ada is amazing and funny and sweet, and – oh fuck. I need to talk to her.”

“You do,” Brie agreed. “Just remember that your friendship comes first. Nothing else matters as much as that.” Heidi nodded in agreement.

“I think I’m going to say yes. See what happens, you know?” Brie smiled, watching as Heidi steeled herself and squared her shoulders before turning on her heel and walking out with purpose.

“Good luck!”

Chapter Text

Secret’s Out

It was a couple of weeks later where her infatuation with the couple took a turn. A turn Brie was honestly not expecting. She was sitting in Mythology, reading along to a chapter of The Odyssey when she felt it, that familiar push into her mind. She finally decided to give in.

May I help you? She questioned in her mind and the presence faded. She was well aware that whoever the psychic was, though she strongly suspected Edward Cullen since he was looking at her that one time, wouldn’t be able to answer her. She’d only be able to get her point across that she was aware of what he was doing and made sure he knew without a doubt that she was on to him. That she could feel him.

The brush against her mind came again, and she let out an internal sigh. Look, I know you can hear me, I know you have always been able to hear me. If you have questions, meet me by my truck after school and I’d be happy to answer them as best as I can. The feeling faded once more, and Brie was able to focus on her book.

When the final bell rang, Brie packed up her things and made her way to her locker to grab her bag. She made her way outside, giving a wave to Heidi and Ava as they were walking to Heidi’s car holding hands. She was very happy for them, even though it took Heidi a while to be comfortable with PDA. Ava was always understanding and patient, though, which was good for them both. As she approached her truck, she saw Edward standing there, the rest of his family loitering around. “So, it was you,” she commented, opening up her door and tossing her bag in.

“How did you know?” Edward questioned lowly, an intense tone to his voice as his dark eyes bore into her own. Brie hesitated for a second, eyes glancing around at the others and then further out to make sure there was no one around to overhear. Their eyes met once more and she let a small smile creep across her face.

“A psychic taught me how to feel the intrusion of another psychic,” she answered. Edward blinked, clearly surprised as he took a step back from her.

“You’ve met a psychic?” Brie nodded.

“Yes. Noticing and defending against mental intrusions and attacks were part of my training.”

“Training?” Emmett questioned, taking a step forward, his golden eyes holding hers. “Training for what?”

“I’m a witch.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so surprised. Don’t you have witch blood in you, too?” It had only been ten minutes since her reveal and she had been shuffled into her truck as Rosalie slid into the driver’s seat and took her to their house. Well, mansion was a more apt description. The place was massive and sleek and modern in a way her house was not.

“Why would I have witch blood?” Edward questioned.

“You can read minds,” Brie supplied. “Usually anyone with abilities like ours are either witches or have witch blood in them. Your mom was probably one.”

“You have abilities, too?” The little dark haired one, Alice, asked excitedly, sitting down next to Brie, facing her.

“Yeah, I’m biokinetic,” Brie answered. The Cullen patriarch, Carlisle, he had said, looked at her in surprise.

“You can control the human body.” Brie nodded.

“Not just human. Any living creature if I so desired.”

“When you say control…” Jasper’s question faded, leaving the ending open.

“I’m pretty good at healing, and I accidentally stopped a bird’s heart once. I can control my own pretty easily, too.”

“The heart is a very delicate organ,” Carlisle interjected, a hint of worry seeping into his golden orbs as he studied Brie. “Why do you find the need to control your own heart?”

“I have an irregular heart beat,” she responded. It wasn’t something she liked to talk about, as she was the only one in her family that had it. Well, Charlie’s mom had it, too, and Brie was pretty sure it was what killed her when Charlie was young. “When I feel it’s off, I use my gift to – reboot it, in a way.”

“That seems-”

“Dangerous? Stupid?” Brie supplied with a tight grin. “It makes it easier when its my own heart. I can sense the smallest changes within my own body.”

“I was going to say beneficial,” Carlisle smiled back before a curious frown overtook his way too handsome features. “How have I never heard of witches before? You clearly aren’t part of a newer human subspecies.”

“Over millenniums, I’d assume,” Bre answered, and then Carlisle’s wording struck her, as her head tilted curiously allowing her dark hair to tumble down her shoulders. “Newer human subspecies? That’s oddly specific wording.” She watched him exchange a glance with his wife, Esme, and her conversation with Magali and Bella came back to her. As did Billy Black’s old tales about the ‘Cold Ones’. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Brie watched as Edward’s shoulder’s straightened and his golden eyes narrowed in on her. “Oh,” she breathed, realizing what they were.

“‘Oh’? That’s it? ‘Oh’?” Edward questioned. “You just realized that we’re vampires and your response is ‘oh’?”

“It’s not like I wasn’t aware of the existence of vampires and werewolves to begin with,” Brie interjected, leaning back into the couch she was sitting on. God, that must have been an expense couch. Her body practically melted into it, it was so soft.

“Have you been tested for ADD?” She shot Edward a dark look.

“Get out of my head, Professor X,” she snarked.

“You aren’t scared of us?” Emmett questioned as he leaned against a wall, arms crossed over his burly chest.

“Do I have a reason to be? You all are around humans daily, so you clearly have at least a bit of a grasp on your thirst. Besides, it would be nice to discuss all of this with people who aren’t in my coven or my sister, and – and you aren’t alone now, either.”

“There’s a coven around here?” Alice asked, quickly flitting to her side and grabbing Brie’s hand in her much colder ones. Her golden eyes were gleaming curiously, and Brie smiled with a nod.

“Yes, I’ve recently joined one based in Port Angeles. It’s small, but the leader has a powerful gift.”

“What’s her gift?” The vampire questioned with a head tilt.

“She’s a medium.”

“She can communicate with the dead?” Esme gasped, her own golden eyes wide with surprise and Brie nodded.

“You mentioned your sister,” Carlisle started. “Is she a witch as well?”

“Yeah, Bella is a shield.”

“A shield?”

“She can completely close off her mind to any mental intrusion. She can even shield the minds of people next to her,” Brie explained.

“I wouldn’t be able to hear her thoughts?” Edward asked curiously, and Brie could easily read the intrigue in his dark golden eyes – much darker than the others, she noted.

“No. A mind reader tried and failed. Any mental attacks don’t work, either.”

“That’s incredible,” Alice laughed, clapping her small hands together excitedly with a bright grin on her beautiful face. “I would love to meet her some d-” Her sentence trailed off, her hands stilled in her lap, and her gaze settled on a spot over Brie’s shoulder. She had never seen a psychic in the throws of a vision before, but she had heard it described by members of her old coven. It was a bit unsettling, almost like she was seeing someone have an absent seizure. Alice’s gaze suddenly drifted back to meet Brie’s dark eyes, an excitement in them she wasn’t expecting.

“Alice, no,” Edward said suddenly, voice tight, shoulders stiff. Brie wondered briefly what Alice saw that made her so excited and put Edward so on edge, but the smallest vampire just gently patted her hand with a knowing smile before standing and flitting over to Jasper with a slight skip in her step.

“Must have been some vision,” Brie muttered, eyeing Alice’s movement warily. Esme sighed gently before smiling at the only human in the room.

“Are you hungry, dear? Would you like me to make you some dinner?” She offered. Brie shook her head.

“I appreciate the offer, but no, thank you. I’m meeting some old friends for dinner later,” she explained and then glanced at her watch sitting on her wrist. “I should probably get going, actually, or I’m going to be late. Thank you for having me over.” Brie stood from the couch, allowing the woman to bring her into a gentle hug.

“You’re welcome any time,” Esme said as she pulled back. Carlisle smiled at her before Emmett stepped up and placed a large hand gently on the small of her back.

“I’ll walk you to your truck.”

Rosalie Hale watched as her husband led the human girl out of their house and to her truck. She knew, without a doubt, it wasn’t just him being chivalrous. No, Emmett Cullen had feelings for the human. Feelings that Rosalie couldn’t deny she herself felt, too. At first, she thought it was something about her blood. God, she smelled so good. She smelled like the earth right before it rained – fresh like rainwater, slightly floral, alive. She smelled just as good to Emmett, he told her, and they could both pick up her scent easily while in school. Knew exactly where she was based on where that rainwater scent was coming from.

But, no matter how good she smelled, it wasn’t mouthwatering. Neither of them had the urge to taste her anymore than they did any other human. Rosalie likened the situation to wanting to smell a rose while taking a walk, versus wanting to eat a pie you smelled cooking. Gabriella Swan wasn’t a pie, she was a rose.

For the first time in decades, Rosalie Hale cared about a human. When Emmett made his way back inside and claimed his spot next to her, she leaned into his side after he draped one of his large arms across her shoulders.

“Witches,” Alice mused after a brief silence. “Did anyone else know about them?”

“Nope,” Emmett chuckled, whole body quaking gently with the movement. Carlisle also shook his head negatively.

“There were no mentions of witches while I was with the Volturi.”

Right, the Volturi. The most powerful group of vampires in the world, and basically their government. They made sure all vampires followed their laws and didn’t reveal themselves to humans, which, Rosalie reasoned in her mind, they didn’t break because Brie wasn’t technically human. She was a witch. A species all their own. The rules for humans wouldn’t apply to her, right? They were back in silence before Emmett broke it.

“I wonder if she was having dinner with some of her friends from school,” he mused. Alice’s gaze went blank like it always did when she had one of her visions, and Rosalie looked down at her nails, pretending to be uninterested until she zoned back in.

“She’s having dinner with twins,” Alice answered, confused. “I don’t recognize them. Dark hair, dark eyes, tan. I don’t think they’re from Forks.” Rosalie glanced up before sharing a frown with Emmett.

“Maybe they’re from her coven in Port Angeles,” Esme reasoned with a small smile as she eyed Rosalie and Emmett. Damn it, she thought. She clocked the glance. “I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t remember anyone saying they were worried,” Rosalie responded cooly, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, challenging anyone to say something against her. Jasper, sweet, sweet Jasper – the twin of her soul let his golden eyes slide to her eyes, and she watched as the corner of his mouth slowly ticked upwards in a lazy smirk.

“You didn’t have to say anything.”