A/N: Hello. Chapter 4! WH-HOO! xD Sorry, I felt the need. So, I'm not sure if I'll write more often than usual or less. My grandpa died last night and usually I read or write to get my mind off of things. But I'm not sure what's going to happen, so I just thought I should let you know. Hope things are going okay for you at the moment. :) And man am I glad there's only less than a quarter of school left. =P

Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine, sad as that is. But this little twist? Aaaaaaaaaall mine *hordes the rest of the ideas* MWAHAHAHAHA!!!

Chapter 4: Don't you just love familial inheritances?

Naturally, after that little chat, I went and googled witches. I came across this website called amiawitch(dot)com (A/N: Not an actual website. In case you were wondering. ). You put your name, and your parents names, into the spot provided and BAM! It looks up your ancestry and anything that might be funny with it. Of course, just because there was or was not something there, didn't make it final. Anyway, I typed in all the necessary info and.......There was a name. Helena Blinquist. But..who was Helena Blinquist???? Says here she was burned at the stake (A/N: Hey, yes, I realize that in the second chapter I said 'burned at the steak.' Sorry about that. =D) to 'dispose of the witch-like powers.' She had a daughter named Adrianna who was only 3 when her mother died. Adrianna was adopted by Katherine and Henry Bellistair.

"DAAAAAAAAAAD!!!"

"Yes, Bella? Something you need? You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I said that all really fast, and it sounded like one word. I made sure I slowed down a little to ask him this, "Dad? Who's Helena Blinquist?"

"Dunno Bella. Who is she?"

"That's why I asked you." I muttered under my breath and sighed. Louder, I added, "How 'bout Adrianna Bellistair?"

"That's your great, great grandmother, Bells!"

"Thanks Ch-dad!"

Huh. Well then. Maybe I WAS a witch. So, like any other curious teenager with nothing better to do, I decided to test it. The website said Helena had powerS. Maybe that meant I did too? I walked over to by bag and took out my pen.

"Yo, um.....Mr. Pen? Hello? Yeah, hi, I'm Bella....which...you already know, becaue you're MY pen. Um...are you there? Anyway, can everything talk, or is it just you?" Goodness I sound insane. Here I am YET AGAIN talking to my pen. And sort of hoping it talks back. Yes, I have definitely gone off the deep end. "Oh, and I'm sorry I was rude before!" I added quickly.

"Hello Isabella." The pen said stiffly. Obviously he was still mad at me for my previous behavior. "And my name is Licorice, not Mr. Pen. By the way. Thank you for apologizing. And yes, EVERYTHING can talk. Why, am I not good enough for you?"

"No, sorry Licorice, that's not it. I'm just trying to see if I'm crazy. I mean, I TALKED to inanimate objects before. They just never talked BACK. And I was just wondering if I was 1.) a witch. 2.) completely mental. Or 3.) had one random 'power' that I got....randomly."

"Well, incontrovertibly, you are mental. That much is undeniable. BUT, I also think you are a witch."

"Like my great great great grandma?"

"If she was a witch." You could tell if he could stick out his tongue, he would have been.

"Alright, well, I've got to go. Sorry, bye!"

"Bella! Wait, I--" That was all I heard, as I was already out the front door.

"HELLO!! Inanimate objects??"

"Hello, child." Said a low, raspy voice. Much like that of an old, old man. Was that a tree?

"Tree?"

"Very good. Now, what is it you would like?"

"So I really AM talking to you? I'm not totally bat-shit crazy?"

"No, Bella, we knew there was something special about you since we first saw you, figuratively of course. Heard you? No....well, maybe. Even I don't know what to call it, what we objects do (A/N: although trees aren't really inanimate objects, are they? They're living things...), and I am 187 years old."

"Am I a witch, do you know?"

"That....may be correct. It feels like the appropriate description. Don't you feel that? The wind, it thinks you are one too."

"Thank you....."

"Herald, and you are very welcome bairn, little one."

"I must be off, Herald, it was nice meeting you." That conversation didn't really make me feel all that much better about the not-insane thing, but at least I wasn't stuck talking to just the pen. I might as well believe it for now, right??

R&(not , like I just typed) R s'il vous plait! Wow, I interrupted quite a few times in there...I'll try for less next time. :D

P.S. How many people like the books but sincerely dislike the movies (Twilight, I mean)?

Story is still not very long, but getting longer each day! Probly these A/N, but...... =P Other powers to be seen soon(hopefully)!

That's all, folks!