A/N: Hey guys! This is one of my first dabbles into the Twilight world. I've been playing around with the idea in my head so I thought, what the hell?, why not? Here are the musings of my insanity. I own the witches but everything else - nada.
The Midnight
Moving – sorry for the lack of a better word – sucked. There was no other way to sum it up. I not only had to unpack and make a new home seem like home and get to know the town, but I had to make new friends. That was hard to do when I was deemed one of the oddest people in my last school. That wasn't shocking but at least there was someone like me who went to the school. It was odd that two covens would live in the same town but it occasionally happened. Launce's family and my family didn't get along so well, but Launce and I were friends. The reason we moved was because my parents and his parents has started a full on magical feud and my father let them have their way.
So here we were; Forks, Washington. It rained a lot, I heard, in Washington, but that wouldn't be too bad. All I had to do was think dry thoughts and I would stay dry. Being a witch was useful in certain aspects but not when we came across another of our kind. Unless they weren't power hungry, but most witches and warlocks were. Power was always hard to get, but what one had to do to tap into another person's power was to steal their word. How a witch's magic worked was by a word that could be used at our will in our minds. Of course, we had to have control a bit. Subconsciously, the word is always there and if there was something we wanted bad enough, we would get it no matter what the cost. I hated that aspect of magic sometimes. If I wanted someone's head to be split open bad enough and didn't control that word in my subconscious, I could kill someone, and I didn't want that.
Another way that another witch or warlock could steal power was to de-nail another witch or warlock. That was the source of our power. Our nails, or Vies as we called them. They were jewel like and different for everyone. I hid my jewel like nails underneath a thin coating of matte black nail polish, but they were a beautiful red color otherwise. I think mortals would ask too many questions if my nails were always sticking out, especially at school. They look like normal nails, not manicured ones, so I couldn't use that excuse. They were just a little longer than a normal person's nails – good for scratching – and as strong as actual jewels. They came in handy for opening things with or getting knots undone but other than that they just stored our power.
I hitched my book bag up my shoulder and stepped out of my car. My father had tried to butter me up a bit, to get me to be happier for the move, by giving me his old '67 Camaro. I knew it was his favorite (and mine too, I couldn't deny that). He spent a lot of time and hard work on it fixing it up. Fixing stuff was his specialty and the mechanic in town needed some competition, so dad was planning on building another shop here and continue his business. My mother was a surgeon and was welcomed at the hospital with open arms here. She always found work no matter where she was. Doctors were in high demand.
I sighed and looked at the school. It was a bunch of different buildings, and it seemed very very tiny. I wasn't shocked at all since the town was small as well. I headed up to the front office and got a map and my schedule from Mrs. Cole. As I memorized the map on the way to my first class (I used a very quick memory spell to make it easier on me. I didn't feel like thinking that morning), I felt a tingle shoot down my spine. The hairs on the back of my neck rose and I paused. I sensed power. Lots of power. There was another witch or warlock in Forks!
I thought mom and dad had taken care of that? My eyebrows furrowed and I blocked my mind quickly so it couldn't be read by any mind spells. I didn't want them to find out where I lived or my word. It was easy to create a barrier with magic to block them just in case. I searched around for the source of the magic but I couldn't put my finger on where it was.
I sighed frustratingly and entered my first class. It was still early and there were a few people sitting there. Sitting right in front of me, I could sense overwhelming power coming off this teenage boy with bronze hair and sort of gold-ish eyes. His skin was as white as a sheet, but that wasn't surprising in places where the outside wasn't so appealing. I looked down at his nails and noticed they were normal. I raised my eyebrow at him as he stared – almost glaring – back at me. I quickly took a seat at the table just left of him since there was a girl with brown hair sitting right next to him. I stared ahead at the chalk board and reached out with my magic, trying to read his mind, using my word. Solnon.
-Bella. I should just take her and go. Victoria wouldn't catch us. As much as I hate it, the dogs could get rid of her. But Bella wouldn't approve of that. What else… There's always Denali. I could take her to Denali. I'm forgetting Charlie-
"What are you thinking, Edward?" I heard the girl next to him ask.
My Bella, his mind spoke. "Nothing much," he said. I rolled my eyes.
He's thinking of whisking you away and doing – who knows what? - with you, I thought amusedly and dug deeper into his mind, looking for signs of magic. I paused and ground my nails into the top of the desk. He could read minds. Lots of minds. He's old. I stole a glance toward him and tapped out of his mind, not seeing any other magic. I couldn't even read his word. I sighed silently and he looked over at me, his eyes narrowed.
I grinned. "Hi," I said nicely. "I'm Anna Collins."
"Edward Cullen" – I already picked that out of his mind – "and this is Bella Swan." He sat tilted back to show Bella, her long brown hair covering part of her face. She tucked part of it behind her ear.
"Nice to meet you, I remember what it was like to be new," she said with a faint smile. "Welcome to Forks."
"Thanks," I replied, not knowing what else to say. I glanced back up at Edward who was peering down at my curiously. I shrugged it off. Something definitely was odd about him. Very odd.
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