Chapter 1

A/N: all of the fan fictions for a witchy Bella were either crossovers, too short, or incomplete. My goal is to give Bella powers of her own, without the involvement of other universes. I am team Jacob. Edward will be in this story but not in the usual way. This is strictly twilight. I do not own the characters, places, scenes, or scenarios you recognize. Stephenie Meyer owns it all, unfortunately.

Deadward fans may not like my stories. This is your chance to leave... But I welcome you to stay.

I look forward to reading your reviews. Tell me if I can improve! I would love to hear your suggestions. This is not an ordinary Twilight story, and pairings may not be cannon. This story is set as Bella unboards the plane from Phoenix.

~xoxoxo~

*BPOV*

The only solace during the longest plane ride of my life were the clouds lazily passing by the small windows of the plane. This was what I had waited so long for. To be reunited with my father, and it was finally happening.

The last time I had saw Charlie was when I was four years old. We had gone to Billy Black's house for the day. Billy has three children; Rachel, Rebecca, and Jacob. Rachel and Rebecca were the sneakiest set of twins. I always preferred the company of little Jacob, and his sunny smiles. We had spent the afternoon making mudpies, and judging who's was the best. Jacob always let me win.

The chain of events that day changed my life for good. At the time, I didn't understand what was happening. Right about the time we stood to show our fathers our champion mudpies, Rebecca screamed 'crybaby' and she pushed Jacob into the mud with an audible thump, and he began to cry. At that moment I felt a surge of anger and before I knew it, my palms were hitting her chest and Rebecca was flying through the air as if a grown man had thrown her with a warriors strength. I was just as shocked as everyone else. My mother jumped up from where she sat with Sarah Black, and screamed until she eventually fainted. The magic in the Swan family line was unknown to her.

It had been years since I had returned to forks. Thirteen years to be exact. My mother made sure of that. Seeing the incident with Rachel shook her to the core and she decided to wisk me away to Phoenix, Arizona. She left Charlie after discovering he knew I may be affected by the gene. He begged her to stay, begged her not to take me, but no amount of pleading would make headway with Renee. No matter how much Charlie begged, she never let me return to Forks.

The tapping of my foot had earned me irritated glances from nearby passengers, but I couldn't help but but continue with the useless coping mechanism. My nerves were shot after the last few days. I finally had enough of Renee confining me to the house. I rarely had the opportunity to eat or rest. She was so terrified that I would accidentally reveal my supernatural abilities to the human world, so I was hidden away. I wasn't allowed to have friends or do any extra curricular activites. I wasn't allowed to attend school like a normal kid, instead forced to homeschool myself. Afterwards, Renee always kept me busy with a list of chores, and the punishments were severe if incomplete.

It still feels odd to consider myself anything other than human. I feel human.

The attendant announced that the plane would be landing shortly, and my heart climbed to my throat. This was it. I wiped my clammy hands across my faded jeans and braced for landing.

~xoxoxo~

Upon exiting the plane, I ran to baggage claim as fast as my body would allow. After a few minutes, my light blue suitcase made its way around the conveyor belt. I held onto it like a life preserver, my anxiety threatening to pull me under.

'Stay calm, Swan. You're almost there' I told myself internally.

As quickly as possible, I exited the SeaTac Airport, and began the hunt for my father. Spotting a police cruiser in the crowd, and hearing the familiar voice cry out "Bells!" I took off at a sprint and dropped my luggage as I launched myself into my fathers waiting arms. He wrapped me in the tightest hug I'd had in a long time. I couldn't remember how long it had been since someone actually hugged me.

"I can't believe you're actually here, sweetheart! I've missed you so much!" Charlie practically shouted as he pulled back to look at me.

A guilty expression flashed over his eyes, but he quickly buried it. Tears threatened to spill over my eyelashes as I studied my fathers face. "I've missed you too, Dad." I whispered, as a few lonely tears began to silently glide down my face. On any other day I would be embarrassed at the thought of crying in public, but today was not one of those days.

An odd silence fell over us as we packed the cruiser with my belongings and started the journey home. The both of us sat pondering what to say to the other. I could tell that Charlie was close to approaching the subject, as was I, but at the last moment he thought better of it. Answers of my heritage could wait for now.

"So Dad, how are things going in forks? Anything new?" I asked with curiosity.

"Well, things aren't that much different from when you.." He trailed off, careful not to say 'you left'. That dark look cast through again and his mustache twitched on the edges. He never stopped hoping that Renee would let me come back. Life had not been fair to either of us.

Suddenly, Charlie smiled. "I'm the Police Chief in Forks now!"

I could see the pride in his face as his chest puffed out. His eyes sparkled as he spoke of his accomplishments.

"Wow! I'm proud of you dad. When did that happen?" I couldn't help but smile back at him. "Well, a couple years after Renee took you. She didn't tell you?" He frowned.

"No, she very rarely spoke of anyone from Forks or LaPush. Every once in a while I snuck out to put letters in the delivery box at the post office. Mostly I wrote to you and Jacob, but she intercepted anything addressed to me. I had to beg for the slightest information.." I said in a small voice, feeling my frustration rise. I trailed off as his eyes grew dark with anger as I spoke.

Charlie's hand rubbed down his face, and I could see the years he had gained since I had been gone. Deep wrinkles were etched into his face and dark circles were under his eyes. "There are a lot of things I want to tell you, Bells. But I think we should wait until you've settled in. Let you unpack and decompress... Have you eaten? We can drop off your bags and stop by the diner, if you'd like?"

I groaned as my stomach growled at the mention of food. "That would be great. I'm starving." He chuckled at the monstrous noises coming from my body. I felt my excitement build as we passed the welcome sign to forks. Soon after, we made our way up the driveway of the two story white house from my childhood. Charlie took my bags and ran them inside, jogging back out to the cruiser. I gazed at the house in wonder. It was exactly as I remembered it, minus the fresh coat of paint.

"I have a surprise for you when we get back from the Diner. It should be here around 4, so that gives us about an hour or so to eat and get back here. Some old family friends will be coming by to see you and welcome you home. I know it's pretty soon, with you just gettin here and all, but I think you've waited long enough.. you remember Billy Black, don't you?"

Anxiety rose in the pit of my stomach at the mention of the Black family name. "Wouldn't... Wouldn't they hate me? Why would they welcome me back? Rebecca..."

"Bells, they could never hate you. I explained what happened that day in the yard. They don't blame you. It wasn't something you could control. You didn't know. You probably still don't with that demented mother of yours. You might have scared the pants off of the twins, but after a while they matured, and they don't blame you either. You became Jacobs' idol that day. Even still, he always asks about you. But don't tell him I said that," he chuckled, "He and Billy will be stopping by."

My heart swelled at the mention of little Jacob Black. He was and still is, the only friend I had ever had. With homeschooling and chores, Renee made sure that there was no possibility of my having any kind of relationship with anyone. I couldn't wait to see him. My eyes grew misty as emotions overtook me. "I missed him. I wrote to him all the time. I never knew if he sent anything back. Renee.." I trailed off again, my shaking voice was unable to continue.

"He did. Eventually he stored the letters in a drawer. He kept every single one. He never gave up hope that you would find your way back. The boy was ecstatic every time he heard from you. I figured Renee was stealing our letters. I noticed your letters became like journal entries. That blasted woman has taken so much time from us, but I swear by it, Bella. Renee will not take you from me again. If she so much as put a toe in forks, I'll have my whole department after her." He exclaimed as he pointed to his badge and made a cross my heart gesture with a raised eyebrow.

Peace washed over my mind. For once in my life, I was home. And I was loved.