Disclaimer: If you recognise it, I don't own it.

Summery:Follows the same story as the books but with a twist.


I AM NOT NOTHING

CHAPTER 1

Phoenix; the valley of the sun. Population 4,281,899. Well at least until this plane takes off and I move to Washington. No, not somewhere fun, like Seattle but a rainy miniature city with a population less than a thousandth of Seattle. It would be even more humiliating to be invisible there. I moved in my seat. This was the short more pleasant part of the journey or would be if I didn't loath flying. When the plane arrived in Seattle just under three hours from now I'd have a three and a half hour (if traffic is good) car journey with my father to his home… my home now as well I suppose. I leaned my head on the seat in front feeling a wave of nausea and desperation hit me.

"Your not going to barf are you"? I turned my head to look at the man, more boy, next to me. He had bright blue eyes, so bright I surmised that he was wearing contact lenses and bleached blonde hair.

"Of course not". Not yet anyway. Flying was never good for witches. I'm assuming that since our energy is derived from nature, being up in the air in a giant lump of metal (something that was in no way natural) interfered with our mojo. No one had bothered investigating why it happened but we use so many anti-sickness pills we should buy shares in the company.

"You look like it". I scowled at him and sat upright in my seat. "I mean if you're going to puke, could you not sit next to me. I paid well for these seats and I want to get to Seattle barf free". What, did he think I'd just stumbled upon these plane tickets in my slum? Did he not think I was worthy of sitting in business class. I felt my anger boiling away the nausea I felt. The boy was glaring at me and I felt the need to vomit on him just to teach him a lesson but my vengeance was already on its way in the form of a buxom, heavily made up stewardess. The woman swayed up the aisle gaining the attention of a few business men, those who wouldn't miss their wives whilst away, and made a beeline for me. A smile spread broad across her face. I spotted a small silver necklace hanging around her neck, she had taken off her regulation scarf, and the necklace was her invite to talk to me since I was wearing a similar one.

"Miss Swan", I nodded curtly. She was the granddaughter of one of my grandmother's friends and a part of our extended coven. "I think we can move you into first class, a passenger hasn't arrived and we have a free seat. You would have been moved much sooner had we known you where coming". The cheery grin had slowly turned into smirk as she eyed the boy sitting next to me.

"That would be amazing".

"Of course, we can't have you sitting in here can we". I felt like laughing. Sometimes being me had its perks. I wasn't, you see, just any witch. Witch hierarchy, unlike most of the modern world, is not patriarchal. Instead it's matriarchal and my grandmother is the second in command of all of the witches on the western hemisphere. She'd be first if it wasn't for her elder sister, Magdalene. Magdalene was the mother of witches. She was also childless, therefore putting me in the position of third in line to head the western witches. I had the power. I let out a small giggle and the stewardess patted me on the shoulder.

"Idiot, what an idiot he is. Thinking he can speak to a witch like that because his daddy has money. Should we hex him"? I thought about it for a second as I looked into his future. Peroxide boy wanted to be a model.

"I think he should learn that over bleaching destroys your hair follicles". The stewardess (or April I believe her name was) laughed. I made my way to my new comfier seat and sat back trying to figure out why April was a stewardess. I remembered a conversation with my grandmother about how a person; human, witch or other could overcome obstacles of there nature if they focused intently enough on what they wanted. When April returned she had her scarf back on, necklace tucked away, a glass of water for me and a hair off the boys head. Where would I get this type of treatment in Forks? Where would I really be without my extended family?

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When dad picked me up he did so, as I'd expected him to, in his police cruiser. He placed a light kiss on my cheek and welcomed me with a hug and the words "I've missed you princess". I realised how much I missed him as soon as he called me by my childhood nickname.

"How's your mother been"? A sore subject, dad couldn't be with a witch so they'd split amicably and I went to live with my mother who could raise me as a witch.

"She's good, a little less flaky would you believe". Dad grinned, even though he couldn't be in a relationship with her I still felt his heart swell to hear she was doing well. He loved her but wasn't in-love with her.

"Phil", I snorted.

"I didn't realise witches could be jocks but he's proving me wrong. Grandma thinks he's horrific", mimicked my grandmothers voice "No decorum, not maturity, look at the way he holds himself. Thinks he's a witch does he pfft". Dad laughed.

"And how is she? Still second to the mother of all witches"? My father's limited knowledge of witches warmed me. I felt like I wasn't taking a leap into the unknown, maybe just a little hop.

"Of course. Although I think Magdalene is thinking of abdicating her role. She said she's too old to solve the problems of mindless idiots without proper schooling in the craft".

"She's a little old now to be mother isn't she"? My grandmother was sixty and her elder sister a little over twenty years older than her. My great-grandmother Mabel was crone of all witches and thirty years older than her. Mabel, who now lived in Eastern Europe, was roughly one hundred and eleven years old if my maths was correct but didn't look much older than sixty. We witches age well. Great-grandmothers fifth husband had thought she was thirty something when he wed her and produced my grandmother.

"Until Mabel dies none of us can move up the hierarchy". Mabel wasn't doing very well lately. My mother had called my father to let me stay with him so she could go out there. It dawned on me that great-aunt Magdalene wouldn't want to be crone, so it would be my grandmother, my mother would be mother to all witches and I would be maiden. The thought struck me with horror. I had to bite my lip from swearing. It was likely that this shift in power would happen at some point within the next year, if not sooner.

"Are you ready for what that would mean"? No. I was sure of that. I can barely meet a decent guy as it is; I'm going to die a virgin. My brain snapped at the direction it had gone. Thankfully dad didn't know about the suitors and hopefully none would turn up here.

"I don't know. I've had all the proper training and I'm powerful enough to lead but I don't know if I'm ready yet… I'm still a child". Her father nodded.

"I've got you a present".

"What? Why"?

"We live almost on the outskirts of town and the high school is twenty minutes away. It rains a lot and I didn't want you getting wet..."?

"Did you buy me an umbrella or a car"?

"It's not technically a car".

"Dad". I'm not a whiney person but I felt like whinging. Sometimes I wish I could see my own future so I could stop awful things from happening, like getting gifts, I hate that. Sadly, I cannot see my future of that of my nearest and dearest.

"Remember Billy Black"? Not specifically. Dad must have seen my face, "He's from the Quileute reservation"? My brain stopped dead. I remembered the Quileute's. Of course I did. I could still taste there magic. Transformation magic ran in there blood and I was insanely jealous of it as a child. I spend so much time with Billy's son Jacob, at first to memorize the magic patterns but soon I became friends with him. I still managed to work out how to weave there magic upon myself. Something that I was smug about. It's when I had first met Mabel. Shed been told that I'd managed to learn non-witch magic and recreate it for our own. That was something she was smug about. She'd actually presented me as her future. I may love the old bat but she's an ego maniac.

"I remember. Jacob and I used to play down at La Push".

"Yeah well he had an accident and he can't drive his pickup anymore so I bought it off him".

"He can't drive it"?

"No. He's getting an adapted jeep so he can drive using his hands". Sometimes I can be so dense.

"He's in a wheelchair"? As I said it I saw Billy as he is now in my mind. I could fix his legs I'm sure but that would be more wrong than right. His wheelchair would be part of what made him who he was and of course I could see his future and I could see what trouble my interfering would cost. My father nodded an answer to my question.

"Billy and Jacob are coming round to join is for dinner tonight. Do you mind? There's a game on". I smiled and nodded at my father.

"Of course I don't mind". Now I just had to remember if Jacob and Billy's shifting magic had still entranced me after I figured out how to work it.


AN/: Bella is obviously going to be behaving ooc in this story because she's been raised differently. It's easier that I explain to you because there I no one she can explain it to.

Mabel Felon - Crone

Magdalene Felon - Mother / Ileana Felon - Sister to witches

Renee Dwyer Felon - Maiden

Isabella Marie Felon Swan - Daughter to witches

Bella is the future Maiden, Mother and then crone since her great aunt can't have anymore children. Because of this she's honoured among withes. She's also special to the witches because she has a gift of learning the workings of non-witch magic and making it available for witches. Bella grew up sheltered and was home schooled to ensure she was the best she could be when she became maiden.

In the next chapter (if I get good reviews) Jacob and Edward.