Disclaimer I do not own twilight or Witches of East End
This story is loosely based off Witches of East End. There will probably not be any characters from the show in this story. I'm just kind of borrowing some plot lines and such. It is not necessary to have watched the show to understand this fic. However, It is a fantastic show and I highly recommend it :)
"Family Meeting!"
I rolled my eyes. I had already taken my seat at the dining room table, reading Alice's plan in her mind hours ago. I was instantly joined by my family. Emmett on my right, and Rosalie on his. Alice sat across from me, with Jasper next to her. Carlisle took the head of the table with Esme on his right.
Alice has been hiding something from me for days, mentally translating the constitution into Korean. Whatever it was it was important and I had to admit my interest was piqued. This feeling didn't seemed to be shared by my siblings. Emmett and Rosalie had been about to engage in, what Emmett deemed as "more enjoyable activities". I suppressed a shutter and quickly removed myself from their minds, not wanting to get any images. Emmett flashed me a grin. Jasper was just there for Alice, always happy to support his wife's eccentricities but not really seeing any enormity of the situation.
"You have the floor, Alice" Carlisle said kindly, sweeping his hand out and giving his daughter a small smile.
Alice stood, her mind oddly silent and she sent me a warning glare. I grumbled and removed myself from her mind as well. As much as I tried to be polite to my family regarding their privacy, my curiosity was getting the better of me.
"I had a vision" Rosalie snorted. Shocker, she thought. We all ignored her. Alice continued after a beat. "Of a woman."
Emmett shot me another look, waggling his eyebrows mischievously.
I rolled my eyes again.
That got everyone's attention. "Who is she?" It was Esme who spoke this time. "Do we know her?"
"No" Alice answered. "I don't think so. All I know is she's important."
My brows furrowed. Important? What does that mean, important? Important to what? To who? However, my sister's mind remained blank. Besides maybe Carlisle, Alice was the best at hiding what she was thinking.
Carlisle voiced my thoughts.
"I don't know!" A note of frustration slipped though Alice's voice. It wasn't often Alice said those words, something I was able to sympathize with.
"Well what does she look like?" Our father asked.
That did it.
That was the question that made Alice slip up. For a split second I saw what Alice saw, I saw her face, the woman from the vision. That's all it was, a face. But as soon as I saw it I knew this face was special. She was beautiful. A soft face, big brown eyes, and long mahogany hair. I was entranced, enraptured. She was smiling and I was almost blinded by its brilliance. Her eyes were shining. She looked so happy and I wanted, needed, to know what brought her such happiness, so I can make sure she never is without it ever again. That she is always happy…
And just like that she was gone. Alice had blocked her face from her mind and I was left with just an echo, a fading memory. It didn't matter that vampires had a perfect memory, it wasn't enough. I was like a dying man who had just had his last drink of water snatched away. I blinked. Then blinked again. This had all happened in a matter of seconds and most of the family seemed oblivious to my psychotic episode.
What is wrong with me? It's just a girl…
Jasper seemed to be thinking along the same lines because he was looking at me strangely.
"Here, I drew a picture" Alice extracted a folded piece of sketch paper from her pocket and passed it to Carlisle. I straightened slightly, eager to see the girl again, even a drawing of her through the eyes of my vampire father.
Carlisle unfolded the drawing curiously, the rest of us waiting on bated breath. Esme even leaned in a bit to get a peek.
But I was in for another shock. Carlisle knew this girl. When he unfolded the paper his pale face turned white and his golden eyes widened to saucers. Once word sprung to the front of his mind like a rocket, and then a face. The girl's face, but different from Alice's vision. For one, her hair was pulled back into an elaborate up-do. I was surprised to see it was a fashion popular in the early 1900's; both simple and elegant.
The difference that really disturbed me, however, was that Carlisle did not immediately remember this girl being exceedingly happy. The woman in Carlisle's mind seemed panicked and anguished. She seemed to be pleading for something, her beautiful face twisted into a mask of extreme earnest and marred by thick tears.
And that once word that came to Carlisle so suddenly wasn't really a word, it was a name. A very pretty name.
Bella
And it wasn't even a second later that the air around them ripped open and a gash in the fabric of reality barreled into the Cullen's dining room. The Cullen family only had time to stand up and rush back before something was spit out of the gash and thrown on to Esme's designer dining room table.
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