Sweets to the Sweet and Twilight idea
Hey everybody! I'm back with another Twilight story. A little info for this one: It's kinda based on 'Sweets to the sweet" by Robert Bloch. If you don't know the story, I'll tell you the basics. It's been awhile since I read it, so if I'm a little off in my description, I'm sorry. Also, you should know that Robert Bloch wrote horror stories. (He's the guy who wrote phycho.) Sweets to the sweet is considered horror. The M rating is because I'm a bit paranoid.
Anyhow, in 'Sweets to the sweet', I believe there was a little girl who lived with her dad. Her dad never paid any attention to her and always called her a witch. Over time, she began to believe that she was a witch and started to practice witchcraft. Eventually, her dad became sick. I think his brother came to visit to help take care of him, and found the little girl with a doll that looked just like her dad. When he asked her to give him the doll, she said that it wasn't a doll, it was candy. Then she bit the head off. Slightly different in my story. There may be a voodoo doll (or two), but someone just may be able to save Bella from herself before anything too bad happens.
One more thing, this is a tribute to the best holiday EVER!
LONG LIVE HALLOWEEN!
BOO!
-Vampiremoon22
"GET DOWN HERE YOU LITTLE WITCH!" My dad screamed at me. Charlie Swan, police chief of Forks Washington. If you don't recognize the name of our town, don't worry. It's just a little speck on the map.
I hurried down the stairs and into our small kitchen. "Hey Ch- dad."
He raised a brow at me. "What have I told you about calling me Charlie?" He asked.
"I know, I know." I replied. I walked over to get dinner out of the oven.
This was all we usually said to each other. After we ate, and after I washed the dishes, he'd go in to watch tv. I'd go to my room and do homework or read or whatever.
Lately though, I've been having thoughts. Why did he always refer to me as a "witch"? Could it be that I truly was a witch? Perhaps he was hinting at something beyond my comprehension. Was I destined to become a witch? I smiled faintly. This was something I could do. If I studied hard and learned the craft, I could excel at it. Perhaps then he would finally be proud of me.
CHAPTER 1
I drove to school the following morning, thinking. I was positive our school library didn't have any books on witchcraft. I'd read all the books worth reading there several times. I would have to go to the town library or perhaps the booktore if I wanted information. I would check online too. Perhaps I could find something useful. For now, I had to put up with another school day.
I knew we were getting new students at school. I didn't even catch a glimpse of them though until lunchtime. They were supposed to be adopted. All of them. The family had just moved here from Alaska. There were five of them plus the parents. Good thing their dad was a doctor.
At lunchtime I saw one of them looking in my direction. When our eyes met, he turned back the other way.
My friend Angela caught me looking at them. "Have you talked to them yet?" She asked.
"No."
"I was able to talk to two of them for a while." She went on. "Let's see. The tall one, kinda big with muscles. That one's Emmett. And the guy with blonde hair? Jasper. The girls' names are Alice and Rose. I forget which is which."
"What about the other one?" I wondered. The one who'd been staring at me.
"Don't remember. Sorry Bell."
Of course. The bell rang then and we had to get to our next classes. For me, that was biology. I walked down the long hallway toward the class, thinking about what kind of a witch I'd make. I smiled inwardly. I knew witches weren't good by nature. I could be a bad girl. A part of me doubted I'd be strong enough to follow through with my plan. But I would be strong. I told myself. I had to be.
I stepped in the door just as the bell sounded once more. I breathed a sigh of relief. I sat down at my lab table and opened my notebook to a clean page. Our teacher began talking about plant cells. The door opened again suddenly, and someone stepped in. "Sorry I'm late." He told the teacher.
"That's okay." He said. "Everyone, I'd like to introduce Edward Cullen. He's one of our new students." He turned back to Edward and said, "Why don't you take this empty seat here next to Bella."
I looked up and saw the same guy who had been staring at me in the cafeteria. "Hi." He said. "I'm Edward." He extended his hand.
"Bella." I told him, taking his hand. So his name was Edward. I'd have to remember that. He took my hand, but didn't shake it. Instead, he bent slightly and kissed it. I blushed s little. Luckily, no one had noticed.
"Bella." He repeated, slowly letting each letter of my name roll off his tongue. "Is that short for something?"
His voice was like velvet. Rich and smooth. "Y-yes." I stammered. "Isabella."
"Don't you like your full name Isabella?" He asked, curious.
"No." I least I hadn't until he'd said it with that velvety voice. "I-I prefer Bella."
"Then 'Bella' it is." He slid easily into the seat next to me. I'd been without a lab partner for most of the year due to the odd number of kids in my class. It was going to be tough to re-adjust. I glanced over at Edward. Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
When I got to my last class that day, I met another new student. It was kind of embarrassing though because... Me plus gym class plus basketball equals "ouch"! Or some variation of "uh-oh"! But the smallest of the Cullens had a good sense of humor about things and offered to help me out. We got to talk a bit when the teacher gave us a five minute break.
I found out her name was Alice. And although she was small and reminiscent of a fairy or pixie, she was fast. She was also very friendly and told me that someday soon, she was taking me shopping. That hadn't been up for debate. After class was over, she offered to take me out for a snack.
I told her that I'd have to take a rain check because I had other plans. She seemed sad for a minute, but perked up instantly and hugged me, saying, "I just know we're gonna be great friends!"
Before she left me alone, she asked for my phone number. I watched her leave. She hopped into a shiny new car and took off in a flash.
I drove to the far end of town, where the only bookstore in Forks was located. It was a good sized store with a decent selection. Surprising for such a small town. I browsed through several shelves before selecting three books that seemed interesting. They were 'Modern Witchcraft', 'Witchcraft made easy', and 'Spells for the Apprentice Witch'. I made my way to the front of the store and paid for my books. I couldn't wait to get started. I drove home quickly.
It was still a few hours before Charlie would get home, and I didn't have any homework that night. So, I opened a book and started to read. 'Modern Witchcraft' gave a short history of Wiccans. The word "witch" stemmed from the word "Wicca". Wiccans were good people who believed in natural healing methods.
I read about the Salem witch hunts. And about why people feared witches. And how black cats came to be associated with them.
As I delved deeper into my books, I discovered that to become a witch, you had to tap into your own natural powers and abilities. This would make it easier to handle any magic you may gain along the way. When I finished this book, I turned right away to 'Witchcraft made easy'.
I lay sprawled across my bed, reading the pages over and over, absorbing every word. Once I thought I'd memorized a spell, I ran downstairs to try it out. I needed a light bulb, a match,a candle, and a scrap of paper. It was only a beginner's money spell, and I didn't recognize the publisher's name on my book, but what did I have to lose?
I'd have to hurry though. The pizza I'd ordered for dinner would be here soon. As would Charlie. I held the bulb in my right hand and lifted it toward the ceiling. "The bulb produces light." I chanted. "As does the candle and the match." I held up each of the items as I said the name. Then I lit the match and used it to light the candle. "Light my luck ablaze." I touched a corner of the paper to the lit candle. "And let it burn." I finished.
I heard the doorbell ring and rushed to answer it. It was the pizza guy. I paid him, grabbed our pizza and hurried back to the kitchen. I walked over to the candle and gasped loudly. The bulb was there, as was the burned match, but in place of the paper was a one hundred dollar bill.
(A/N: I know, who doesn't wish this would work, right? I'm sorry, but it won't. :( It's not from any spell book or anything. It's just something I made up for the story. Please, please do not try it, you'll get nowhere.)
I stared at the bill in shock. It looked real. I reached down tenitavely to touch it. It felt real. I picked it up and examined it. If I were to try the spell again, would it produce the same thing, or would the bill be different? I know that counterfeit bills, for example, often had the same serial number.
I glanced at the clock above the stove. It read 5:50. Charlie would be here in about ten minutes. Plenty of time to try my spell again.
Four minutes later, I opened my eyes that had been tightly squeezed shut and saw a second bill on the table. The spell had worked again! I picked both 100s up to compare the serial numbers. The one on the left read 432... the one on the right... 674... I stared at them in amazement.
I heard the back door open then and Charlie stepped into the kitchen. "Well, witch, what's for dinner?" He asked.
I smiled, hiding the bills behind my back. "Uh, pizza." I replied. "I got your favorite, pineapple!"
He sat down and dug in. I told him that I'd be right back and ran to my room to hide my two hundred dollars.
Later, after Charlie had gone to bed, I tried the spell a few more times. Each time the result was a 1 hundred dollar bill. And when I compared them, the serial numbers were always different. I looked over my money and realized that I could become a millionaire in a few weeks time. I shook my head clear. Wealth was not my only intent. I wanted to learn more.
I looked on the internet and found a spell to change the weather. This would be interesting. I chanted the incantation and pointed. "Make it snow." I said. I looked out the window but there was nothing. I decided that this was enough for one night. I counted my hundreds again. There were 15 of them. I stuffed them under my pillow and went to sleep.
I pulled my blankets up a little further. Damn, it was cold in here! I sat up. When I let out a breath, I saw it as it hung in the air for a second. Strange. It usually only did that in the winter. When it... Snowed? I pulled back my blankets and ran to my window. Sure enough, there was a thick blanket of snow on the ground. I danced around in a little circle... and fell on my face.
This was so awesome! The spell had worked! Before school, I went back to the web site I'd gotten it from and noticed the note at the bottom: Please wait 30 minutes after casting the spell to see a change in weather. I checked outside again. There must've been at least 3 feet of snow. They wouldn't call school off though. Forks saw more than this every winter, The fact that this was August and technically still summer would be the most surprising thing though.
I knew it was evil, but I couldn't wait to see the look on the bitc- I mean "cheerleaders'" faces when they found they couldn't go to the beach this weekend. As if they weren't burnt enough already. I'd never been able to ruin their plans before. I was going to have fun with my newfound powers.
So... Please review and tell me if you like it. I'll try (crosses fingers for luck) to update at least every 3 to 4 days. Remember, your reviews keep me going! : )
If I take longer to update, don't worry, I'm probably just busy, but I do intend on completing this story! :)
One more thing. If I said anything that wasn't true about witches or Wicca, I'm sorry. If you let me know what it was, I'll correct it in the next chapter or two.
-Vampiremoon22