Disclaimer: You have no idea how sick I am getting of writing this sentence over and over again; I do not own Twilight. It's pretty much a given; If me, or anyone else for that matter, owned Twilight, then what the hell would we be doing writing about it here when we could just be adding to the series and making money from it? Anyway, I also don't own anything that looks familiar or sounds familiar. A lot of it belongs to the show Charmed and everyone who created, wrote, directed, and all that other junk for the show.

Rated: T.

Author: Paige Turner.

Summary: AU. '…' Honestly, I can't think of a summary to write for this. Just know that if you like my other stuff, you like supernatural, and you like A/B, then you should definitely give this a read. It's my favourite of all of my stuff right now. ^^

Bella.

Tanya.

Kate.

BELLA

Tanya opened the door and the smile on my face fell. No one was there. Just the front step and porch, then the walkway to the driveway, the yard on the other side of the driveway, then the forest at the yard's edge. Nothing was there at all. Tanya huffed, stepping out onto the porch to have a look around, see if she could spot any giggling adolescents running away, in case this was some sort of game.

There were no giggling kids.

"I could have sworn I heard someone knock." Tanya muttered, walking back into the house and closing the door behind her. "Didn't you hear it?" She asked.

Nodding, I frowned. "Yes. I wasted a perfectly good jump up now. I won't do it again next time; I'll take my time pulling myself to my feet." I harrumphed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Did you not hear it too?" I asked Kate.

Only, when I turned to look at her, she was sitting on the couch frozen. She was even more pale than usual, her green and brown eyes wide. Her breathing was shallow, very shallow and quick, like she was trying not to breathe at all.

"Kate…?" Tanya asked, walking back over to the couch with me as we watched our sister. "Kate, are you okay?"

Kate's eyes flickered up to us, full of panic and terror.

…Terror.

"Son of a bitch!" Tanya and I cursed at the same time. "Alright, we can deal with this. Her worst fear…uh… spiders, right?" I asked, looking to Tanya.

She nodded absently. "Yeah. How do we make her think it's not real, though? Spiders are real."

Good point. Okay; think. Hm. Think. "What if we squish the spiders then?" I asked curiously, looking back to Kate who didn't even have her eyes open anymore. "Would that help her?"

Tanya shrugged, looking around. "It's worth a shot, but I can't see them."

"I've got an idea. You go keep a look out though in case everyone shows up and we're not done yet." Tanya nodded and went to the front door, opening it up and leaning against the frame. I turned back to Kate, trying to rearrange words into an incantation, making sure they rhymed just for that extra boost. I wasn't so good with creating them, so rhyming was a sure way to make sure it worked. Kate, who could create them from the top of her head, didn't even have to throw in rhymes anymore. Alas, she was the one who needed it now though. "Okay, uh… In this tween time, this darkest hour, I call upon the sacred power. Here on this floor I stand alone, and command the unseen to be shown. In innocence I search the skies, enchanted are my newfound eyes."

Tanya snorted from the door. "Nice one Dr. Seuss; 'darkest hour' and 'In innocence I search the skies'?" She scoffed. "Even I could have come up with something better than that."

But I couldn't answer. I was too busy internally screaming my lungs out as I, too, froze completely still.

Spiders.

Not just a few spiders here or there in the corner of the room. Everywhere. Everywhere. Crawling on the walls, the ceiling, the floor, the TV, tables, chairs, couches. Even up my legs, which is why I hadn't ran screaming from the room yet. Kate was covered in them and I understood now why she was hardly breathing and not moving or even had her eyes open. Let me tell you, these weren't any ordinary spiders you'd find in your house either. These were damn african jungle, jurassic era spiders. Some of them the size of my head nearly, and they were all kinds. Black, white, black and white, black and red, all colours and all sizes and all species.

"Bella?" Tanya called when I had no witty remark. "Do… do you need a broom?" She asked.

My eyes flickered up to her, seeing the spiders crawling up her legs. I'm fairly sure I squeaked.

"Seriously, Bella. Talk to me here. Tell me what's happening." She said, getting down to business. "What's wrong?"

Gulping, I glanced down at my legs, the spiders now up to my waist and still crawling. I grimaced. "S-S-Sp-S-Sp-" I couldn't even say it.

"Spiders…?" She asked, waving her hands around, trying to get me to elaborate.

"Ev-Ev-Every…Every…wh-wh…ev-very."

"Everywhere…" She continued, furrowing her brows.

"Big." I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. I couldn't look at them anymore. They were hairy and crawling and twitching and drooling but since spiders don't drool that was probably venom which meant that some were poisonous and oh my gosh.

"Gah!" I yelped, my head turned to the side as I squeezed my eyes close. My cheek stung like a mother and I glared at Tanya who was in front of my with her hand raised up still. "Why the hell did you slap me?" I cried.

"That's why. To get you to function. Now, yeah, spiders are creepy and scary but they're a hundred times worse for Kate who needs your help right now!" She yelled, pointing to Kate who had silent tears running down her cheek.

Crap. Right.

Seeing Kate crying got me jump started and over my little fear. I hadn't seen her cry since the funerals and I just couldn't handle it.

So, with that in mind, I clenched my jaw and stomped over to the couch again, smushing as many of those crawlies I could. It wasn't as easy as it sounds either, 'cause some of those suckers where big and it felt like crushing hands and small cats. Great, now I had that picture in my head. I felt like a freaking monster, I can't believe I compared that to crushing little cats. "Bella focus!" Tanya said, standing by the front door again.

Right.

Since everything was covered with spiders at that point, which reminded me of myself so I jumped up and down a few times, gagging as the spiders fell and pooled around my feet, and had to start picking them off of Kate. I silently screamed in the back of my throat with each spider I had to pick up in my fingers and drop on the floor, but soon there was a big enough space to place my hand on and sweep them off her in one quick movement. I pulled her to her feet and started brushing the rest off of her, stomping on them as they landed on the ground. "Tanya, there's too much to squish!" I yelled, watching more and more crawl in from other rooms of the house and the open windows.

Kate was staring at me with wide eyes that were red and puffy from crying. "Help." She whispered, clinging desperately to me and looking around and around at all the spiders. She began to hyperventilate, her face getting red.

"Tanya!" I cried, still stomping on the spiders.

"Let me think!" She said, grabbing her head and started pacing. "Uh… you could, you could try taking her outside."

Looking out the window, I shook my head furiously. "That's where they're coming from."

"Attic." Kate mumbled against my shoulder.

Yes! The attic! "You're a genius!" I sang. The attic had crystals placed in all the corners, protecting the room from spells and evil and ghosts and such. Not that ghosts were common or could really hurt you, but they were freaky to look at; all transparent and dead looking. "Okay, to the attic, just follow me to the stairs…come on, Kate… you can do it…" I said, trying to pull her along with me.

She was frozen though, looking at all the spiders crawling down the stairs and the railing and walls. She wouldn't budge, and I wasn't sure if it was because she didn't want to or because she couldn't.

Huffing and grimacing against the pain in my hands, I hauled her onto my back, piggyback style. "Jeeze, what have you been eating; bricks?" I got a good grip on her and then went for the stairs, stepping on and squashing all the little spiders I could. I paused at the stairs, looking to the wall beside them at the exceptionally large, rain forest dwelling looking spider on it that I'd have to pass. "C-C-Close your eyes, Kate." I whispered.

With a final breath, I surged forward, racing up the stairs as fast as I could. I suddenly hated the fact that the attic was on the very top floor and the living room was on the ground floor. At least we hadn't been in the basement.

I was gasping and panting and sweating by the time we got to the top; my hands felt like they were burning again, and my back was going to give soon, but at least there were no more stairs.

Yeah, no more stairs, only a giant spider up in the corner of the hall right in front of the attic door. No big deal…

"How in the hell are we supposed to get by that?" I complained, shifting from foot to foot in the middle of the hallway.

"Bella, hurry!" Kate cried, looking down the stairs behind us at the mass amount of spiders following us. Big ones like the one in the corner were there as well and I jumped a little.

Raising my hand back behind my head, I hurled a flashing, sparking ball of energy at the spider in the corner and ran after it with Kate's hand in mine, pulling her along. The spider exploded, showering us with guck, and the wall had a big hole in it like someone had thrown a bowling ball through it, but at least the spider was dead. We smashed through the attic door, landing on the floor on the other side, panting.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow…" My hands were throbbing in time with my pulse.

"It worked!" Kate gasped, looking back out the broken door of the attic.

"Lovely." I grumbled, turning onto my back. "Oh gosh do I hate spiders."

And then I was wrapped up in Kate's arms in a big hug. "You saved me, Bella, !" She cried.

'Guys, they're here! Get back downstairs!' Tanya said through the link.

"Crap; we need to change out of these guck covered…clothes…from… oh." I mumbled, looking down at myself.

"It's not actually real; remember?" Kate said, helping me to my feet. "But you could use some straightening out. Tuck in your shirt and button up the vest, don't want to look like a slob, do you?" She said, smoothing out any wrinkles in her own shirt and skirt. For someone who was just in a state of complete terror, she sure got over it quickly. I glared at her.

Grudgingly tucking in the white blouse and buttoning up the black vest, I followed Kate back down the stairs, cleaning my glasses on my sleeve. I glanced at my hands again, not sure if I liked the look of the bandages that kind of looked like fingerless gloves from far away, or if I didn't like them. That started getting me wondering if they had coloured bandages, like black and stuff. Although, why would they? It's not like this was a fashion statement, they were what they were. Bandages for wounds.

"Good evening, girls." Carlisle said from the living room as we entered. I was suddenly glad I hadn't just thrown on anything, though even my anything was kind of fancy, because they were all semi formal too. Carlisle smiled, getting to his feet to come take a look at the bandages and frowned. "Have you been using your hands since you left the hospital?" He asked.

"Bella was at the hospital?" Alice's face whipped up to look at us as she darted over from the couch to look. "What happened?" She asked, gently taking my hands in hers.

Looking from Carlisle to Alice and back again, I tried to remember the story I told him. I think it had something to do with appliances or something. "Oh, well I…uh, the t-toaster…" Alice's big golden eyes were full of concern as she looked up at me, waiting for an explanation. I don't think I could lie to her.

'Guys, I don't think I can lie to her!' I repeated to them, starting to panic.

'You can't tell the truth, you have to lie, Bella! They can't know… if they know they might leave… they'll freak out. You have to lie, please. Please!' Kate said, clinging to Jasper's arm like he was about to walk out of her life forever. He frowned, looking at her curiously and held onto her free hand, smiling reassuringly at her. How odd…

"Bella?" Alice prodded.

"Oh, right. Um, there was the toaster and the pop tarts were done so I…" I bit my lip, trying to force out the lie. "I… I mean, Kate, went and pulled the cord from the plug in and a spark flew off at her. She wasn't burnt or anything when we went to go check on her, but when she touched my skin, I was. It was a real freak accident." I said, not lying but not including everything that happened in between. I glanced at those two, seeing them sigh in relief and smile gratefully at me. "I'm okay though." I said.

Alice kissed each palm, making me blush, before she reached up to cup my cheeks and place a soft kiss on my lips.

Right in front of every-damn-one. My face was as red as a clown's nose by then, I was sure.

Esme, coming to my rescue, looked around the room. "My suspicions were correct; the inside is even more beautiful than the outside. I simply love the old designs." She said, looking around at all the details, fascinated. "This house must be so old. I don't remember it though…" She murmured and I felt Alice stiffen beside me as she and Carlisle looked to Esme who seemed frozen for a second. What was that about…?

Tanya nodded. "Sort of. It's an exact replica of the original Swan manor back in Italy, which is really old. Charlie wanted it the exact same, right down to the little details."

This time it was Kate and I who looked at Tanya as she mentioned our father's name out loud so close to the anniversary. She glanced back at the two of us, though no looks were exchanged.

Alice looked up at me curiously. "Charlie?" She asked.

Shrugging off the question, I shoved my hands into my pockets. "Bella." Kate warned in a low voice. 'Don't shut her out.' "He was our father." She said, smiling at Alice who looked worried, like she offended me or something.

"Oh. Oh." She said, covering her mouth as she looked back up at me. "I'm sorry."

"'S fine." I mumbled, shrugging my shoulders again.

There was an awkward silence around the living room, no one knowing what to say and I felt like kicking myself. Or Tanya. She was the one who brought him up.

Kate cleared her throat. "Alright, so, does anyone want anything? Coffee? Tea? Water?"

"Juice, milk, pop." Tanya continued with a snicker. "We've got it all." She looked over to me.

"What? I thought we might as well pick it all up so we don't have to run back out to the market during the week! Who wants to make special shopping trips for certain things all the time?" I scoffed.

The Cullens looked to Alice who beamed up at me when I raised an eyebrow at her. "That would be me." She paused, grinning wider. "And now you too."

"What?" I asked. How is that now me too? "How do you figure?"

She rolled her eyes while Edward chuckled across the room. "Becaaause. Now that we're together, I don't have to go alone; I can drag you along with me."

"That's some awfully fine print." I muttered with a smirk at her. She stuck her tongue out at me, crossing her arms. "Oh, I should probably warn you just so you don't freak out later." I said, thinking of something.

"About?" She asked.

Whistling a long, low whistle, I watched her eyes widen as Kiki swooped in, landing on my shoulder. "Kiki, here. Just didn't want you freaking out if you spotted a bird randomly flying about."

"Wicked." Emmett breathed, looking about the manor. "This place is already cooler than ours. Can we get a bird?" He asked, turning to Esme with hopeful eyes who looked at him like he was crazy. He pouted, looking down at his feet. "But they got a birdie…"

He was such a child sometimes. I really loved that about Emmett. "I know what'll cheer you up. Why don't you go and try to find all the trap doors and secret halls and rooms behind paintings." Kate said, thinking along the same lines as me.

Emmett's eyes widened. "Seriously? Your parents were so cool." He said, jumping to his feet and grabbing Rosalie's hand. "Come on, Rosie."

"Just not the attic." I said quickly.

"Yeah." Tanya agreed. "It's locked and dusty and gross and it'd be better if you just avoided it altogether. Nothing up there to have fun with."

'Over doing it.' I quickly told her, trying to shut her up as Jasper and Carlisle looked at her curiously.

"Alright, well, on with the tour." Kate said, getting to her feet with Jasper's hand in hers.

xxXxxXxxXxx

Mannerisms were always the hardest. The appearance was the easiest. She had been doing it since she could walk, and all these years later it came as easily as breathing did. Sure, it was painful. Her muscles and tissue ripping and reforming, her bones growing or shrinking. But the beset things in life were painful. Besides, it only lasted a few seconds, and for those few seconds, she would think of things to distract herself. It wasn't so bad then. Not pleasant, not in the slightest bit, but at least it was bearable.

Mannerisms were what got her. What's the point of having someone's face if you can't also put their personality behind it? It would fool no one, at least not anyone that knew the face. She had learnt that the hard way and had the scars to show for it.

So she would watch them. Day and night, watch them. Study them. How they would walk and talk with their friends and family, their coworkers. She would study what kinds of things they'd say. Their facial expressions. The type of humour they had. It was a very tedious job, but well worth it. It certainly got the job done.

She used to think that was what she liked the most. Fooling everyone into believing her. Having the chance to be anyone she wanted to be. To not have to be scared that someone wouldn't like her, anything about her. To be able to change it.

Not anymore. She wanted to be herself and she wanted someone to love her for her. Not just anyone either. A specific someone. A specific someone who is so oblivious it's almost painful to be around them. But she could wait. If there was anything she would always be, no matter whose face she wore, it was patient. And in the meantime, it's not like she couldn't have a little fun with them. Try to show them their options. Try and clue them in.

Because one way or another, they would love her. And you know what they say; love hurts.

She grinned in the mirror to her reflection, grimacing and gasping as she backed up into the door of a stall. The bathroom was empty save for her, and the door to it was locked for a little privacy. It wasn't the fanciest bathroom she had ever been in, but it also wasn't the worst. All the stalls had their doors, if scribbled and spray painted all over. All marked up. The walls, though carved in and written on, had no holes in them, no… unknown substances on them. The mirrors, smudged an dirty, were at least undamaged and had no cracks to distort one's image in.

Though her image was distorted. She whimpered quietly to herself, gripping the door of the stall as she clenched her teeth that she felt getting more round, rather than pointy like her own. She fell back to the floor, counting in her head until her bones stopped growing, trying desperately to think of something to take her mind off of her body's shifting.

When it was done, she rested on the floor of the bathroom for a few seconds. She breathed in and out of her mouth a couple of times and then pulled herself to her feet, grabbing the black duffle bag from the ground and set it on the counter beside the mirror. One green eye and one blue eye blinked back at her, and she flashed herself a smile.

Inside the bag were red heels and a red spaghetti strap club dress. She quickly changed, stuffing the black thigh high boots, the black shorts, the black blouse, and the black hooded cape all into the bag. Running a brush through the long strawberry blonde hair with red splashes in it, she looked over her appearance. She smiled, looking down at herself as she smoothed out the dress and then paused.

Plain old nails just wouldn't do for this body and face. She bit her lip, watching them grow and turn red to match the dress, before looking in the mirror, doing the same for her lips. Big, plump, and red.

With that, she turned on her heel, slid the bag into one of the stalls under the toilet, and strode out of the bathroom.

The music was thundering, you could feel it run through your body, feel it in your heart. Hell, you could barely think over it, but that was fine. She wasn't in the mood for thinking. She was here to study faces. Looking for someone who would catch eyes. Who would catch her someone's eye for sure. A face and body her someone couldn't ignore. Couldn't be oblivious to.

And she saw her, sitting up at the bar.

The girl had to be from the reservation just outside of Forks. She was tall, with legs that went on and on, dark skin matching her darker eyes that held a sense of dangerousness and wildness in them, long, thick black hair, looking silky to the touch. Pearly white teeth that flashed in a feral grin as she approached the tall girl at the bar. She flashed her own smile, red lips curling back over bright teeth. The girl must have been an athlete as well, or did something, because there wasn't an inch of her that looked squishy.

Sitting on the stool next to the girl, she flashed another smile. "Hi." She said.

"Hi yourself." The other girl replied.

"What's your name?" she asked over the roar of the music and drunken laughter.

The girl looked at her for a second, trying to deduce if she should say or not. With a shrug, she answered. "I'm Leah."

The girl grinned. "What a coincidence. So am I."

Leah felt a chill run down her spine. She no longer liked this innocent looking girl's presence. "Huh. That's weird, eh?"

The girl's grin never fell as she replied. "You have no idea."

XXxXXxXX

"You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" I asked, trying not to laugh as I watched Kate play around with hand gestures. I had just woken up and gotten out of the shower, and I was going to call Alice, until I heard Kate cursing up a storm in the attic. I wandered in here to find her just like this, looking a little stressed out. I assumed she was trying to do something with her affinity.

Kate groaned, falling to her knees as she gripped her hair. "Why? Why can't I do anything now?" She glared at the wooden floor beside her. "They should have an instruction manual for this kind of thing."

Taking a closer look at Kate, I realized that she must have been up all night after everyone had gone to bed. Her hair was a mess, like she had been running frustrated hands through it all night, and funnily enough was also static-y. Her brown and green eyes had light purple bags underneath them. Her clothes were all wrinkled and from the previous night as well. "Well, you know, it's different for everyone. I'm sure you'll find a way to do it yourself. Have you slept, like… at all?" I asked.

Kate ran her hands through her hair again and I know for sure I wasn't seeing anything when another light blue spark flew between her fingers. I had fixed my glasses, and therefore no one could blame anything on me not seeing it properly. "Um, no." She smiled sheepishly. "I was thinking you could help with that." She made wild gestures to my ring with her hands. I cringed, waiting for a zap, but luckily there was none.

"Perhaps waving your hands around isn't the best idea." I mumbled.

"Why? It's not like anything is going to happen because apparently this stupid affinity is picky about how its used." Kate snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. I felt the hair on my arms rise, and the static in my own hair.

Oh. I get it now.

"Kate, I think your affinity is tied to your emotions." I told her.

She beamed, looking hopeful. "Is yours?"

"Well, er, no. But I'm not very emotional." I replied.

"I'm not emotional!" She cried and the light of the attic flickered. "What are you trying to say? That I'm sensitive? I'm not, I tell you; you're just a robot!"

No sleep and Kate do not go together.

Shaking my head furiously, I tried to diffuse the situation before I got shocked again. "I'm not saying that at all. I just think that's how it is; a lot of people have said that in Duchess."

"Why isn't it for you?" She pouted.

"As you kindly put it;" I sarcastically replied. "I'm a robot."

Kate sighed, flopping back onto one of the old sofas up here. "I'm sorry. It's just, this was the first time in years that I was finally glad I wasn't like everyone else. That I didn't want to be normal, because this affinity and power stuff is kind of cool. Then I come up here and find out I can't even do that right, when it's supposed to be mine; supposed to come to me naturally."

"These things take time and practice, Kate." I told her, sitting down on the sofa next to her. "You can't just figure out you've got an affinity and automatically know how to use it."

"You did." She muttered, bringing her feet up on the couch and hugging her knees to her chest.

Snorting, I patted her shoulder. "Do you not remember the new TV I had to buy to replace the old one? It took me a week to figure out how to aim, how to fiddle around with it. Do you know how weak the levels of energy were in what I was tossing around for those seven days? They were pathetic."

A slow, hesitant smile pulled at her lips. "You think I'll figure it out soon then?" She asked.

"I'm sure you will." I nodded. "You just have to hang in there and control your feelings, because when the time comes; you'll have to help Tanya with her own affinity." I giggled, jumping up off the couch.

"What!" Kate exclaimed, scrambling to her own feet. "But she's even more emotional than I am!"

"Well this robot can't do emotions so it's on you!" I cackled, running down the stairs. The lights of the manor flickered again and I had to hold in a giggle as I raced into the kitchen.

"Where's the fire, Bella." Tanya said, slowing me down. "And where's your sister; we've got to leave soon." She huffed, turning when her toast popped. She went to each for it but paused, eyeing the toaster wearily before quickly tapping her toast. I rolled my eyes, walking over and pulled out the corn of the toaster for her.

Sitting down at the island, I popped in a hash brown into my mouth. "Oooh!" Only to spit it back out and chug my milk. Tanya raised her eyebrows at me when I glared at her, grumbling under my breath. "I am so sick of getting burnt. Did you light these on fire or something?" I snapped.

She furrowed her brows, looking down at her own plate and had a hash brown, looking up at me curiously. "It's hot, but not burning hot. Don't be such a wuss, Bella."

"Not all of us can have leathery man mouths." I muttered under my breath, smirking when she gasped and pulled a small mirror out of her purse.

"I do not have a man mouth. Nor is it leathery!" She said, studying her mouth in the mirror.

"What'd you say now?" Kate snickered, sitting down next to me. I shrugged my shoulders innocently. "Tanya, nothing is wrong with your mouth; just eat – ow!" She yelped, waving her hand at her tongue. "What the hell, are you trying to melt me from the inside out?" She shrieked.

Tanya huffed, stabbing her fork through a hash brown on both mine and Kate's plate and shoved them into her mouth. Her eyes widened a little and she gulped down a glass of water after. "Alright, I'll admit that was a little warm, but you two are being babies. It wasn't that bad."

Kate and I glowered down at our plates as we blew on them.

"So," Kate said after a few minutes. "How's your search for the girl in black going?" She asked.

Those two had stopped helping me search for her. They said it was because it'd be best to wait for her to come to us. I knew the real reason was because they thought I made her up or was seeing things or something. I wasn't though. I know I wasn't. You can't just make all that up in your head. And you'd think they'd be more willing to help me now that Kate was sent a Terror as well. Clearly someone was trying to get our attention.

"Slow." I bit back.

Those two sighed. Tanya rubbed her forehead. "Look, have you tried that spell I suggested last night?" She asked.

I shook my head. "I can't summon her because one; she's not a lost Witch, two; we don't even know if she is a Witch - she could be a Warlock, and three; we don't know her name or anything about her specific enough for the spell."

Kate looked at me and then Tanya. "I suppose we could always go back to the Wiccan City and ask around. We know her eye colours and we've got a rough height. Maybe someone will know who we're talking about."

Sighing, I put my plate in the sink and grabbed my boots, heading out to the car without answering

They couldn't really help be if they didn't really believe me.

I would do something about this though. I wasn't about to sit back and let someone mess with my family.

XXxXXxXX

So, this chapter is shorter than the others, I know. The thing is, I hadn't realized how long the others were until I finished them. It was an accident. I can't actually force myself to write them that long. ^^ So, this is all I've got for this chapter.

Review please!

-Paige.