This story follows the story of both Sweeps (or Wicca) and Twilight. It happens after the last book in the series Breaking Dawn so there are SPOILERS, there aren't any in this chapter so don't worry but please dont ruin it for yourselves if you haven't read the last book yet.

Prologue

I opened the fridge and pulled out the remains of yesterday's marinated chicken, stuffing a few bits in my mouth while throwing the contents of a can of Fanta down my throat.

"That's disgusting." Complained my little brother Luke. He can be such a pain in the butt sometimes and is always complaining about my breakfast arrangements. I needed all the chicken I could get if I was meeting with the new guy at school. I rushed outside and got into my dad's beat up van turning the ignition on and forcing the reluctant gearbox into first, the car shuddered and cried in mechanical pain before starting with a comical CERplunk. I always felt embarrassed when I was in dad's van, he wouldn't let me drive his other car not that I was a bad driver, or so he said any way. We couldn't really afford another car for me so this was all I got, not that I was complaining, the van's a gas guzzler and in a year I could probably have bought two cars and filled them up once a fortnight but dad needed the car for work end of discussion.

I pulled up outside the park with people staring at me, well the car due to the horrible squealing noises coming from somewhere deep within. I jumped out of the drivers seat, ignoring the looks I got from people. I would have liked to be one of those gorgeous girls who could do something like this, get out of the car and have everyone instantly love her. I wasn't ugly in anyway I was just… unexciting or maybe what I should say is mediocre, I had nothing really to look at, my hair I admit was long and had positive qualities to it and my eyes were strange but they were not things guys round here looked for. My personality wasn't much better, I am a being of solitude, I lack social skills but I suppose that's a positive too, and I don't care what anyone else thinks. Suddenly I saw him there standing at the gate in all his god like glory and I thought I would pass out. He looked back at me and smiled his warm smile; I grabbed the cold handle of the car to keep from falling. He walked over to me calm and collected his shaggy black hair blowing in the subtle wind. Is there such a thing as love at first sight? If there is then Cupid has just shot me.

"Sorry I'm late." I said trying to sound cool and collected instead I just squeaked out words that sounded like that.

"It's okay…" His face scrunched up, he couldn't remember my name. I felt pain inside I was sure he would remember me and yet he never told me his name so I was safe.

"Phoebe Sebestre." I replied still a little breathless despite my knock of confidence.

"Sorry Phoebs." He replied offering an apologetic smile as I subtly melted against the door of my dad's ugly van. "What a beautiful name." He said loud enough for me to hear but as though he was speaking to himself. "Your named after the Goddess of wild things, right?" He asked as if I might know. Who knew? My parents never spoke of my birth or the first year of my life, their stories only consisted of me in my terrible twos attacking the next-door neighbours cat and that was when I was almost three. I smiled at him after a while wondering why I was given such a name, I was the least wild person ever. "I was wondering if you would like to come meet my mom and dad." He said. Wait! His mom and dad, a second ago he didn't even know my name. He seemed to register the panic in my voice and soothed me by saying "It's just that today's very special to us and I thought you might enjoy it too." I almost melted with admiration again, he thought I would enjoy this day and then we'd get married and have five children sending them off to college when they were the right age and what the hell am I doing, answer him, honestly I couldn't take myself anywhere.

"I would love to." I replied sweetly.

His home was not massive by any means but it did look like one of the smaller houses that might be built on 'Extreme makeover: home edition' It was a beautiful sight and I told Damen (his name, I'd asked it on the way over, not the perfect name for a god but I could live with it.) that his house was a palace. His mom and dad looked nothing like him at all in fact I would say they weren't even married to each other, there was no love in their eyes for each other but they did keep giving each other meaningful glances. There was something strange and uncomfortable about the two of them so I stayed away. The special day was something I did not recognise 'Mabon' I had no idea what that meant to me.

"You stand here and hold my dad's hand." Damen said to me, flashing me a god smile. Great just what I needed creepy and creepier holding hands with me. "I'll hold your other hand." He said as if he knew I was frightened of the tall silent man that stood next to me. He reminded me of Lurch from the Adams family however I would have preferred to hold hands with Lurch. The 'Circle' as he called it was a rather strange affair, he was thanking the God and goddess (I thought we only had one God) for what they had given us as thought it was like saying grace except it was longer with more poetry. Then we were told to say something we wanted while spinning in a circle, I felt so stupid and felt so glad Luke wasn't here to laugh at me.

"I want trust that lasts forever." He said looking at me with something that was more lustful than loving

"I want freedom to do as I wish." Cozbi (Damen's mother) said in barely a whisper but I caught it on the wind.

"I want to gain what is rightfully ours." Damen's dad half shouted and was given a stern look by both Cozbi and Damen. We were still dancing in a circle with me thinking 'what do I want?' I felt as though this was significant in some way. We went round three times before I whispered:

"I want knowledge and wisdom." We broke apart and as we did I felt something so powerful surging through me like electricity but it did not hurt, it felt like I was a powerful goddess, it felt like I could do anything. That's when I saw it, all around me there were thousands of butterflies but they weren't real they were sparkling light, made out of the very essence of light and as I touched them they turned into burning stars and collapsed to the floor turning into flowers. I felt the need to do something else, something more beautiful but what?

"Stop now my love and rest." I heard Damen say to me as he touched my hand and lead me to the floor, I did not want to lose my power I wanted to keep it but somehow I could not refuse, I had to trust him!

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The next morning I woke with a killer headache knowing only two things: one I was a blood witch, I was not who I thought I was (A blood witch, as Damen had explained to me is a witch who has powers by blood rights, a witch is deamed more powerful if bother her parents are blood witches but this is not always true.) and two I was in love with Damen, unable to separate myself from him, I needed him no matter what. I stumbled off to the shower after this major revelation. It was only in the shower that I began to realise something, I could hear everything, the singing of the birds outside, my mom talking to dad about the bills, Luke singing in his room to some new band. I could hear the CD turning and how many times it spun, the electricity and where the wires were under the floor, every drop of water, every insect, every leaf and finally something more, a nagging in the back of my mind, I tried to listen but I could not understand.

"It looks like it might rain." My mom said unhappily to my dad later as we sat at the table eating dinner. I sighed agitatedly for no reason and then said:

"Oh I hope not because then Mrs Hareson will slip on the stupid sidewalk and break her collarbone." My mom, dad and Luke all stared at me as though I was insane; it took me a moment to process what I had just said. 'Stupid, what an overactive imagination I have' I thought to myself. Later that day however Mrs Hareson was rushed to hospital by my dad because she had slipped on the sidewalk due to wet leaves and broken her collarbone, spooky, well these things happened all the time.

A week later I stood in a book shop looking for a new release that I was dying to read when I saw one of my best friends Annabelle, she was a fantastic ballet dancer and was going to try out for one of the top colleges and get a scholarship for her dancing.

"Hi Phoebe." She said chirpily to me. I smiled in return and we began to talk about our applications, we only had half a year until we left high school, I'm not sure what I'm going to do so we ended up talking about her scholarship.

"Well I've got to go Phee." She said smiling at me after we bought our books and left the store. "I've got practice with Davine in ten minutes so…" I looked at her for a second before saying:

"Davine's not going he's going to be stuck in traffic." I did the same annoyed smile and she looked at me as though I was mad, after all I had never spoken to Davine in my life and I couldn't understand Italian (the only language he could speak.) However later that night she rang asking how I knew. Coincidence was my reply. There was no way I could know the future, right? But things started to unfold that told me it might be more: knowing that there had been a train wreck before even the train knew, knowing my dad's best friends new girlfriend was a nurse before we were told. Knowing the weather even when the weatherman said differently. They were only small things but they scared me and so I went to Damen the man I could trust with my entire being.

"Do not worry there is so much more I can teach you." Damen had said. I think over the next few months I fell so deeply in love with him I wasn't sure how to get out until…

Please read and review. This is just the prologue but next chapter there will be people you know. Tell me if there's anything you think is rubbish or needs changing, I don't mind constructive criticisms.