Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Bewitched. I just like messing around with stories and mixing them together.
Be Warned. Be ready.
It was an ordinary rainy day in the small town of Forks, Washington and Isabella Marie Swan a young American teenage girl that was everything but typical, was flying on a broomstick above the streets and in between the clouds holding a yellow umbrella outstretched right above her head. After minutes of searching, finally a white house that stood out from the house that had a small porch, a garage, and an elegant water fountain on the entrance caught her eye. She smiled to herself and planted her feet on the ground lightly with such swiftness that knocked you breathless. Bella placed her brown bag on the ground and with a switch in her hands, the broomstick made itself disappear from her palms. She searched inside one of her chest pockets on her purple sweater and pulled out a card that was no longer than an inch. She placed it in front of her as it floated for a second and then became a for sale sign in front of the house.
Proud of her work, she followed the rocky path into the house when she stopped and tilted her head to the side when she looked at the for sale sign once more. She twitched her nose and another small sign appeared that read OPEN HOUSE TODAY followed by another sign that said FURNISHED across from it. She straightened up and walked up into the house where she knocked three times. The door flew open and a woman named Angela with a friendly smile, pale skin, black curly hair, and dark eyes stood leaning against the door frame.
"Hi, my name is Bella. I was walking down the streets…" she answered pointing behind her back. "When I noticed your house was for sale and I believe this house is perfect for ME." she gushed.
"Oh really. Well, my husband Ben and I were planning on moving, although, we're going to need some references…" she trailed of suggestively.
"But I don't have any." replied Bella with disappointment clear on her voice.
"Geez, I'm sorry dear. I hate to break it to you, you seem like such a lovely girl, yet, I'm afraid this isn't going to work out for us if you don't have any references." Angela answered pointing at her petite figure.
Bella was already shaking her head before she was even finished. With her left hand she pulled on left earlobe and magically another sign appeared: NO REFERENCES NEEDED. Bella pointed at the sign and Angela suddenly looked mad. "Ben…" she murmured under her breath in an acid tone.
"Well then. Goodbye now…"
Angela took the sign of her grass where they were rooted to the ground and lifting the trunk placed them inside her red Volkswagen. She waved at Bella and exited the car from the garage, but, not before hitting the mailbox when she left.
Bella sighing dramatically felt a warm pleasure rise inside her lungs as she took the remote control from her bag and open the garage door. A red truck was then exposed. Happily, Bella went over and got inside. When she turned on the car a loud noise appeared and Bella jumped back into her seat surprised at the sound it delivered. She laughed at her own idiotic response towards the car and drove to the nearest and only supermarket in town.
Once Bella had parked her car safely she grabbed a cart and walked inside. She was on the dairy section when her father, Charlie Swan, was their on the end of the aisle waiting and staring at her while she chose what brand of milk to buy. She couldn't decide which brand so she ended up buying one of each. After that she bought a fairly good amount eggs that she dropped on her cart. Bella was about to turn around when her father tapped her on the shoulder.
"Daddy!" Bella whined.
"What are you doing here, Isabella?" Charlie interrogated.
"I just moved here." she informed him.
"To Forks?"
She nodded her head proudly.
"But you hate Forks." he said his eyes then narrowing in confusion.
"I just want to live a normal mortal life." she paused.
"What? That is nonsense, Isabella, an insult in our world. To who we are." Charlie nearly screamed in outraged.
"I know, I know." Bella repeated as if she had thought of this situation over and over before she moved from Phoenix.
They both turned towards the fruits and vegetables section where Charlie Swan was following Bella hot on her heels. She was about to grab some apples when she noticed a woman standing in front of her holding a crying dimpled baby that she was trying to calm down. She was also arguing with her husband about not feeding the baby in the morning.
"They're arguing." Bella told her father.
The woman was gorgeous and tall, Bella noticed, she had blonde wavy hair up to the middle of her back and had blue eyes that were covered in beautifully curled eyelashes. She was two inches above six feet tall which is very tall for the average woman. Next to her, stood a man with prominent muscles that stood from underneath his tight shirt and had short curly black hair with dimples covering his face.
Bella looked at her father and pointed at the baby. "I want a baby."
Charlie looked at his daughter like she had just lost her head. "Are you insane? With who in this world do you want to have a baby with?"
"With someone." Bella responded in that "it's-kind-of-obvious" tone. "And I want somebody to fight with in the morning for ridiculous reasons."
The man that was standing next to the pretty lady turned to look at her and burst out laughing. "No you don't." he responded.
The woman next to him, whom Bella assumed as his wife, smacked him in the shoulder and shouted in his face. "Yes, I do want you to feed the baby!"
"Not you. Her." The man pointed at a shocked Bella. The woman turned to look at Bella with a glare. "I will not let a stranger feed our baby. Has that new shampoo you bought last night fried your brain permanently? I knew I couldn't trust you shopping alone! Emmett!"
"See." Charlie pointed at the couple in front of them who kept bickering and insulting one another. "Wouldn't you rather go out with a warlock?"
"No." Bella answered. "I will not go out with warlocks. I am done with them, including you. Your life is instant ingratiation. How are you supposed to know if they truly love you or if they just casted a spell on you. Is like rich men who never really never share why women sleep with them."
"But, women sleep with them so it's not really a problem." Charlie sighed.
"I want a man who needs me." Bella explained.
"Needs you? For heavens sake, sweetheart…"
Bella groaned and aggressively turned her cart around to the grain section. "Yes, that is exactly what I want and need."
"Oh no. You are talking about true love aren't you?" Charlie guessed and was confirmed by a smiling Bella when a small endearing giggle escaped her lips.
"What do you supposed it must feel like?"
"You love someone, then you get married, and then when things get out of hand you tell them you don't know them anymore, then get a divorce." Charlie concluded.
Bella rolled her eyes at him and stood in line at the cash register. "Ugh. Your impossible."
"Isabella, let's have an open mind about this. Honestly, I'm not the man for the job; that much is evident. Have you spoken to Renée about this?"
Bella let out a heavy sigh. "She disappeared again."
"That will be $200.00." The boy behind the cash register replied staring straight at Bella's cleavage. He had acne all over his face, blue eyes, and blonde spiked hair.
"Umm…" Bella trailed off. Touching the back pockets of her jeans.
"Money." hinted Charlie.
"Oh…right. I knew that." she chuckled nervously and took out a small thin wallet from her pockets. She unfolded it and took out a card from the deck of poker cards she had. She slide the car through the machine that Bella considered funny looking as it turned into an actual DEBIT Card with golden lines across from it.
Charlie raised his eyebrows at her. "That was my last thing as a witch." she nodded her head in a final gesture. "U-huh." was his smart response.
They went out the automatic doors when Charlie started complaining. "And yet you encourage them. Do me a favor and wear something more appropriate for the weather."
"Excuse me?" Bella looked down at what she was wearing. A navy blue long sleeve shirt with jeans and converse. "I'm not wearing anything inappropriate. I'm not a hooker."
"I never said you were. I sai-"
"I know what you said daddy." she cut him off.
"Bella, I am not trying to insult you if that is what you think that is what I am doing. I love you and let me tell you that I am trying to protect you. Men in the mortal world are not the same. They usually tend to be perverted animals."
Bella crossed her arms across her chest while he spoke. She didn't like to be talked down. "I know how to take care of myself, daddy. I appreciate your concern though." she assessed in a nicer tone. "Now if you will excuse me, I have some groceries to put inside my car." she answered matter-of-factly.
"Oh yes that piece of red junk." he reminded her.
"For your information that is not a piece of red junk. It is my car. My truck." she defended.
"Okay." he shrugged.
"See you later, daddy." she walked of towards her truck.
"See ya, doll face." Was all he said before he disappeared.
Bella stopped and looked at her truck. Maybe her dad was right. Maybe it was a piece of junk. If she could just snap her fingers….no, no, Bella scolded herself, I am not a witch. I am through with witches. She started lifting and pulling her groceries at the back of her truck. She got inside her truck and drove away back home with only one thought in mind.
Be warned. Be Ready.
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