2017 AUTHOR'S NOTE
HELLO to all readers who have clicked on this story. I would like to apologize for the rough writing that you will experience throughout this story. I recently came back to FanFiction and started re-reading my stories, which I found some (particularly this one) to be very cringe-worthy. It was published almost 8 years ago and I almost considered doing a revision/updated version of this story, but it would take quite a bit of time. I considered deleting the story all together, but couldn't bring myself to do it because at one time or another (even if I was only thirteen) this was a project I grew very fond and proud of.
In the mean time, please excuse any grammatical errors, typos, lack of characterizations, or in general careless humor.
La Push.
That's all the sign said. La Push. Not even a 'Welcome to La Push.' Just, 'La Push'. That's how small this town is. Pathetic. I guess it's better than that city named after a utensil that I passed.
I flew past the sign as I made my way to the small town that I would be living in until I'm eighteen.
The Uley's. The only relatives that were willing to take me in. My step-aunt is Emily Young, soon to be Uley. The rest of my relatives have been suspicious of my family that was killed by a sorcerer attack . After all the family gatherings, they are just now finding out there is something different about us. Yup, I'm related to a bunch of Einstein's.
My other 'family' thinks that my mom, dad, brother, and me are freaks just because we have magical powers! Crazy right?
If you haven't guessed by now, I am a witch. Not the kind with broomsticks, caldrons, or potions. It's so E! Hollywood if you ask me.
When I want to do big stuff, I need a spell (that rhymes). Other than that, I just focus really hard or snap my fingers and I can do anything I want. Except mind control. I have to earn that later on in life. My dad was not even there yet.
I sighed inwardly. Mom, Dad, and Steven were killed by a sorcerer attack. Steven was my twin brother. The cover story is that we were in a car accident. Mostly because I woke up in a hospital three weeks after the attack not remembering a thing. We were just at the WCW (Witch Coucil of the World) Convention, and BAM! Sorcerers come up and go all Harry Potter on us.
Any who, I walked up to the front steps of the Uley home. It looks really…homey.
"Bree!" Emily greeted me before I could even knock on the door.
"Hey Aunt Emily," I tried to pick up my bags. Without magic, it is extremely hard. But since these mortals don't know anything about my world, I am guessing they would be a little freaked if I came in here with my luggage floating up to my room.
I chuckled. That would be funny.
She engulfed me in a hug. "I missed you so much! How old are you now?" Well, yeah she has not seen me since she left the Makah Reservation, and…NEVER CAME BACK!
"Thirteen," I replied politely. These people are taking you into their home, be nice.
After the hug, I noticed she had three scars on the right side of her face. They are pink and old, but still noticeable. I have seen worse. Hell, I've been worse. You should have seen me after that attack.
"Come on, I will show you to your room," she waved me toward the stairs, but I think I ran into a wall.
I looked up from the ground, and saw a huge, Quileute with black hair, brown eyes, big muscles, at least 6'6. Sam. Well, now I know why she never came back.
"You must be Sam." He looked surprised, then helped me up.
"Uh, yeah. You must be Bree." He shook my hand, while I choked back a gasp.
His hand was unnaturally warm. I don't know if it was just me, but it took me by shock. I am usually warm to everyone else. My temperature is 102.8°F. He must be really hot to regular mortals if he is usually like this.
He must have been thinking the same thing because he looked down at our hands that were still shaking, and back up to me with a mixture of shock, confusion, and suspicion on his face. I have gotten those faces a lot.
"Nice to meet you," I smiled sweetly, pretending I didn't notice a thing.
"Likewise," he squinted his eyes at me, and let it go.
Emily, who was totally oblivious to the whole exchanged, urged, "Come on Bree, let me show you your room. Dinner will be done soon and we have a lot of guests coming." Great, just what I need. More of those faces.
Sam was still looking at me with the face. "Okay," I nodded and followed her up the stairs.
The walls were bare. I would fix that later. I had a queen size bed on the left side of the room. My window was in the middle of the back wall, it had a great view of the forest. There was just a dresser, closet, and a vanity on the other side of the room. You could tell that before I came, it was a guest room that was never touched.
I shrugged. I could grow to like it.
"Do you need me to help you unpack?" she asked even though I knew she had stuff to do.
"No, that's okay. You go finish making dinner." I plan on using magic to unpack anyway, I don't need her seeing things fly across the room.
She beamed. She must really like to cook.
Once she was out of sight, I snapped my fingers, and everything was going into place. My bed spread on the bed, clothes in the closet and drawers, toiletries on my vanity, books on the shelf. It looked like a mad house with everything flying across the room. Kind of like that scene from Matilda.
My room was complete in a matter of fifteen minutes.
Then, I 'sensed' footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly dashed out of my room, acting like it was a coincidence that Sam was about to walk into my room.
He looked surprised again. "Oh, uh, dinner is ready and everybody is here."
We gestured with his hands for me to go down the stairs. "Ladies first," he smiled cheekily and innocently. Yeah, right. I know what he's planning. As soon as I'm out of sight, he's going to check in my room and see that I'm already unpacked. Bam! Cover blown. Tsk, tsk, tsk, dear Samuel, I'm not an idiot.
"Age before beauty," I did the same gesture with my arms, smiling the exact same way.
He must have noticed that he was not going to win because of the protective stance I was in, in front of my door. He was about to protest, but must have thought again. Instead, he just narrowed his eyes and glided down the stairs, with me hot on his trails.
The kitchen was packed with people. There were a lot of tall people. They looked similar to Sam, to each other basically. There were six of them I didn't know, and one girl who was under the protective arm of another man.
All eyes turned to me when we walked in.
Oh joy. This is gonna be fun.
