Hello Everyone,

What can I say? It has been a while.

Welcome back to all those who followed the story since I started writing it. It has been on hiatus for a long time but I am happy to announce that I am back and ready to complete it. So, thank you for being so patient.

To all new comers, welcome to Thorns and Magic. Thank you for taking a interest in the story.

Every hit, visitor and review I get helps encourage me to continue writing.

I hope you enjoy and please remember to review.

The characters in this story are slightly OOC.

In this story, the Cullen's and Bella belong to the supernatural!

Also I wanted to say a massive thank you to Tarah, who not only was my beta when I first started this story but has returned to help me complete it. Thank you so much.

Chapters 1 to 5 have been reposted on the 8th January 2014.

the first new chapter will be posted on the 10th January 2014.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters or locations from the series.

Chapter One-

Alterations

I stared out the small round window of the plane, watching the wings shake with the wind. The clouds looked thick, fluffy and soft, yet strangely beautiful. I could see how cold it was outside as small flakes were frozen on the bottom of the window. I shivered slightly just thinking about how cold it was out there.

"Ladies and Gentleman, we are now beginning our decent into Port Angeles airport, May I ask you to please fasten your seat belts and prepare for landing. On behalf of International Airlines we would like to wish you a very happy stay and we hope to see you all again soon."

A happy stay? That was unlikely.

I released a breath that I didn't know I was holding, as I returned my attention to the clouds outside the window. Oh well there's no going back now, not that I could even if I wanted to. Wow that sounded dramatic jeez, anyone would think that I had been tied up and dragged onto the plane by my hair. Honestly my life isn't that bad, it's definitely complicated but it's not terrible.

I was born and raised in London, England. The only child to Renee and Charlie Swan.

I went to a private primary school; I ate chips and ran through puddles, like every other child did at that age. However, deep down I knew something was different about me. There were so many incidents throughout my 'normal' childhood that raised suspicion within me. For example when I was seven years old I remember climbing up onto the counter to reach the chocolate cakes Renee had left there. However, the tops of the counters were wet. I slipped, lost my grip and fell. However, I didn't make contact with the ground. I was sitting safely on the floor, a chocolate cake in my hand.

Or the time Tracey Williams had shoved me into a cupboard and left me there until a passing teacher heard my sobbing. The next day at school when Tracey opened her maths book, hundreds of spiders crawled out. I have never heard someone scream so loudly in my life.

I never questioned any of my weird incidents; I just pretended they never happened. Nobody else did, so neither did I.

It was only when I was ten years old, and trying to choose my secondary school that my life turned upside down.

I had been feeling sick for weeks and the doctors had no idea what was wrong with me. Plus, I seemed to be having more incidents than usual. On Saturday morning, I received a letter. This letter was an acceptance letter to a school I had never heard of and never applied for. I freaked out as the letter listed the equipment I would need for the school year. After reading the letter I felt a surge of energy pass my body causing me to scream and set fire to the living room before I passed out for two days. When I finally came around, it took three hours for Renee and Charlie to calm me down enough to explain everything.

It turns out, I was a witch.

Yes you heard me correctly. I was a witch, who had just gained her magical power and was accepted into one of the most prestigious schools of magical learning in the world.

So instead of attending a normal secondary school, like every other normal teenage girl on the planet, I attend Rose and Thorn Academy of Magic. The second I walked through those grand doors, in my red and black uniform, I was hooked. There was so much to discover, so much to learn. I found myself immersed in the world of magic. There I have been taught the history of my kind, how to handle a wand, how to control my magic, how to fly a broom, how to make potions, to the different species the populated our planet. You name it; I've learned it or am learning it.

I had just finished my seventh year, literally I had just finished today, and school was out for the summer. Most teenagers love the summer holidays, I was hardly any different. However this year I had been dreading them.

Last July, before the start of the academic year and before I returned to school to start my seventh year, my parents dropped a bombshell. They were bored of The London Eye and The Houses of Parliament and wanted to move, naturally I completely disagreed. I loved London. I loved the over populated streets, the noisy city, the red double decker buses, London was my home. Needless to say, my parents and I had a huge argument two days before I left for school. They ignored my pleas to stay in England and moved to America in December, while I was at school. Just to prove a point, I refused to go home for the Christmas holiday and chose to stay at school instead. I was being childish and I knew it but they were being unfair. So here I was sitting on a plane, this was going to be the first time I have seen my parents since last September, and it wasn't only the Christmas holidays I refused to go home for.

To be honest, I would have probably gotten over their move if they had moved to somewhere like New York or Los Angeles but they had chosen to move to a small town called Forks in Washington, which inhabited 3,170 people and rained constantly according to my research.

I sighed again, running my hands over my face. Why was I still trying to fight this move? Clearly nothing I said or did was going to change. It was simple.

I live in America.

As that last thought ran though my head, the plane touched down on the runway. It wasn't a smooth landing. I had to brace my hand on the chair in front of me. I waited until most of the people had left the plane before getting out of my seat. I really didn't want to move and it seemed like staying on the plane was the only way I could pretend that this wasn't happening. Eventually I gave up and dragged myself off the plane and through Port Angeles airport to collect my luggage.

As soon as I had walked outside the automatic doors of the airport and into the rain, I spotted my parents. They were both standing by a shiny black car, my father's arm wrapped around my mother's waist, clearly trying to hold her in place as she waved excitedly at me. I couldn't help the large smile that grew on my face as I walked towards my parents, pulling my suitcases with me. They both looked the exact same as the last time I saw them.

My mum looked youthful. Her medium length hair had returned to its naturally brown colour (giving the last time I saw her she was in the process of dying it ginger). Her deep blue eyes held so many emotions and a slight playfulness. My mother had always been very eccentric and had a slightly childish personality. However, she was a very caring and passionate person. Her hobbies and interests changed and shifted on a regular basis. Renee had always lived under the motto that 'life is too short for misery and upset'.

My dad stood next to Renee, smiling brightly at me. Charlie was taller than Renee, he had curly brown hair, a moustache (My mum had convinced him to grow it years ago and he hadn't gotten rid of it) and we shared the same chocolate coloured eyes. Like Renee, he also lives under the same motto. However, Charlie takes things a little more seriously. He is strong minded and once he has made up his mind about something, he never changes it. He has fast reflexes and protected Renee and I like his life depended on it.

They are complete opposites but they balance each other out. They are perfect for each other. They're always smiling and radiating happiness and love. You couldn't help but smile when you were in there presence. Renee pulled me straight into her arms the second I was in close range.

"Bella! How are you? It's so good to see you. I missed you so much" Renee squealed into my ear as she hugged the life out of me.

I may be upset with my parents but I really did miss them both. Especially my mum. I missed her bubbly, loud, caring personality. As soon as her arms wrapped around me, I broke down. Tears sprung to my eyes as I hugged her back with as much strength as I could muster.

"I missed you mum. I'm so happy to see you." I sobbed softly into her shoulder as she gently rubbed my back.

As soon as we both finished sobbing, I pulled away, smiling brightly. I really had missed her.

I looked at my dad, who held his arms out for me. I wasted no time in running into them and snuggling into his embrace.

"Hey dad," I whispered as my eyes were watering once again.

"Hello sweetheart," Charlie whispered into my ear as he hugged me tightly. Charlie had never been one for emotions so his emotional state took me slightly off guard. After a minute or two he let go.

"How was your flight?" that one question brought my mood back down to a depressed state as I remembered that I was standing on American soil.

"It was ok," I replied while snuggling more deeply into my coat. I could feel a slight tension growing between us.

"Well let's get going should we?" Charlie said also sensing the tension.

"Yes let's get out of this rain," Renee said walking around the other side of the car, holding her bag over her head. I sighed, climbing into the car as Charlie put my suitcases in the back.

I stared out the window in silence, taking in my surroundings as Charlie droves us away from Port Angeles.

Thirty minutes into the drive we passed the 'Welcome to Forks' sign. All I could see was green. How could there be so much green in one small town?

So this was Forks.

I wouldn't deny it was beautiful; I had spent my life surrounded by buildings that I had forgotten what Mother Nature's idea of beauty is.

Soon we pulled up to my new home.

It was a modern three storey house, secluded, surrounded by a forest. Different from my home in London. Our home in London was modern and luxurious. Our new home was sophisticated and elegant I guess.

"What do you think?" My mum brought me out of my musing. I could hear the hope in her voice. I couldn't be a bitch, and I've only just been reunited with them.

"It's different," I said quietly, trying not to upset them.

"I knew you would like it," she said happily wrapping her arm around my shoulders.

"Why don't you show Bella her new room Renee? I'll bring the bags in," Charlie said.

"Sure." Renee smiled and led me up the stairs and into the house.

I had to admit my parents had done a lovely job of the interior. Everything was modern and well furnished. My mum led me through the house showing me the living room and kitchen before leading me upstairs and showing me their room, mums office and dad's office. She then proceeded onto the third floor, coming to a stop at one of the doors.

"Your father and I thought you would like to have your own space. The whole third floor is yours. This is your bedroom." I could practically see the excitement radiating off her. I sighed to myself and forced a smile. Renee opened the door and allowed me to enter.

My new room was lovely. The walls and floor were white. Red and black furniture scattered around the room, a large double bed in the middle of the room. It was clear that my parents had a conscious. They knew I wouldn't be happy when I got here and they were pulling out all the stops to make me happy.

"I'll leave you to get settled then." Sensing my sour mood, Renee decided it was time to make a getaway.

"Ok." I whispered as my mum closed the door.

They left me alone to unpack and get settled. It was nice to be alone, to have time to think. I removed all my clothes from my suitcases and place them in the wardrobes and drawers. I put most of my school stuff in the storage chest at the end of my bed; this included my school books, potion kit and ingredients, anything that would raise suspicion if it was found. I couldn't take the risk of anyone finding out what my family were.

After unpacking, I lay down on my new bed and stared at the ceiling.

Summer. It was just for the summer and then I would be back at school. I only had to make it through the summer holidays.

However, I had the feeling this was going to be a summer to remember. I just didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

No matter what. It was going to be a very long summer.

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xxx Red as a Rose xxx