Chapter 5

It took a bit of time, but we finally were able to convince Angela that she was a witch when she panicked from all four of us trying to talk to her at the same time and lit my hair on fire. Bonnie had never done anything like that so of course, I was a little bit pissed.

Thankfully, we were able to put it out quickly when Stefan threw a glass of water over my head leaving my curls just slightly singed.

Bella POV:

While Stefan and Caroline stayed at the Cullen's attempting to explain the very confusing situation to Angela, Edward and I headed to my house. The ride was pretty quiet; I was content holding hands with Edward as he drove slightly over the speed limit. It was nice to have some quiet after the crazy past couple of days. As we were pulling into the driveway, Edward finally spoke up.

"Bella," he said seriously. He hesitated. I looked at him questioningly, fearing that he was going to be angry with me. "Do you think that Stefan is… attractive?"

I stared at him for a minute. Then I burst into laughter. "Edward Cullen! Are you jealous?" I could see from his expression that he would blush if he could. I shrugged, "Physically, yeah he's pretty hot."

Edward looked shocked, almost offended. This only made me laugh harder, "He's your freaking doppelgänger, Edward! Of course, I think he's attractive!" He thought about this for a second before deciding he was satisfied with my answer, Edward got out of the car and wooshed over to my side and pulled the door open for me. I playfully curtsied and then shrieked he threw me over his shoulder.

"Edward!" I complained, only half wanting him to let me go. I slammed my fists into his back knowing that it wouldn't actually hurt him. "Put me down!" He was in the process of spinning me around when suddenly, I was on my feet standing next to him. I was about to tell him I was joking when I asked him to stop when the door opened. I felt my face whiten when I saw Charlie standing there.

"You have a lot of explaining to do."

Fifteen minutes later, Charlie had calmed down. Edward explained that I had only slept over because we didn't realize he would be coming over and with all the unexplained murders in Seattle Carlisle hadn't wanted me to be in my house by myself. He also told him that his cousins were over; probably so that Charlie wouldn't think that we had had the house to ourselves. Edward was always a great liar; he knew how to tell people exactly what they wanted to hear.

Something about how easily my father took the lie felt unsettling. For over a year now, I had been lying to everyone I knew; Charlie, Renee, Jessica, Angela, well, not so much Angela now I guess. But somehow, even with vampires roaming in and out of Forks and people mysteriously dying everywhere, everyone still believed our lies. Anyone I cared about could just die and everyone would believe it was from a car accident or animal attack without thinking twice about it.

Though Charlie chose to trust Edwards story, he still decided not to let me leave the house for a couple of days; basically a more polite form of grounding me. Usually, I would protest but to be completely honest, I wasn't in the mood to have to deal with Angela as we explained that no, all those animal attacks in Forks were not, in fact, animal attacks.

Caroline POV:

"Phasmatos incendia," Angela said with her voice full of doubt. The candle Stefan placed in front of her flickered for a second but died out the second she looked away from it. I sighed. Incendia was one of the only spells I could remember since I tended to ignore Bonnie when she was chanting. Stefan tried to help.

"You don't just say the spell," he taught her. "You have to actually try to light the candle. The words are just helpful."

"Why was she able to light my hair on fire so easily earlier? She didn't even use a spell," I said impatiently. I get that Angela was having a hard time but looking this good takes a lot of work and crisp tips are not my definition of gorgeous.

"That wasn't on purpose. It was simply her magic out of control. I've seen it before when Bonnie lit a car on fire by staring at it," he explained. Then he said to Angela, "Try again."

She took a deep breath and then muttered the words again while staring intently at the candle. Flames shot up like a firework before they came down again leaving the candle lit. I had to admit I was impressed; she managed to not set the table ablaze.

Stefan stared at her for a moment and then congratulated her. That one look he gave her struck something in me. Was it jealousy? I ignored it.

After a couple more candle lightings, Angela decided she was ready for harder spells. Stefan taught her the fire extinguishing spell which was another form of the Incendia but after that, neither of us could recall of any other incantations. Just another reason to miss Bonnie.

"Is there a Wikipedia or something for spells I can check?" Angela asked, obviously bored of just controlling a candle. Stefan shook his head.

"Unless we can find another witch, our best bet is to look through a witch's grimoire," he told her. "But since the witch trait is genetic so I recommend you look through your family's things."

Angela agreed to search through her parent's old books. She left and took the candle and a sticky note she had written the spells on. Stefan reminded her to not tell anyone about it, not even her family and to always keep a bucket of water nearby when doing spells.

As soon as she left, I ran upstairs to attempt to fix my awful hair. But it only took one look at the mirror to know that a shower would not fix the blackened ends. They were blackened and crumbled when I touched them. My only option was to cut them all off.

I've never dared cut my hair myself before. The thought of messing up and looking anything short of perfect terrified me. But since going to a stylist where they might accidentally clip my skin and see how fast I heal was probably not the best idea my only option was to do it here. Thankfully, I wouldn't have to use the kitchen scissors I brought with me as Alice had a pair of hair-cutting shears in her drawer.

"Need a little help?"

Startled, I flung the scissors across the room. Stefan caught them an inch away from his shoulder.

"Don't scare me when I'm holding sharp objects!" I yelled. "Anyways, I can do it myself." I went back to angrily clipping my curls.

He chuckled. "How are you planning to cut the back of your head?" I frowned and tried to twist my shoulders in a way that I could see the mirror but my hair moved with them. Stefan gave me a look of I told you so and pulled up a stool from the hallway. "Sit."

I reluctantly agreed and sat down facing the mirror but he turned me around. "I want it to be a surprise," he said, sure of himself.

"How do I know you won't give me a bowl cut?" I asked nervously.

He laughed, "You're just going to have to trust me." He picked up a comb and started to smooth out my curls. "Anyways, I'm sure you'd look great in a bowl cut."

I cringed at the sound of the clicking scissors. I really hoped that Stefan knew what he was doing because my hair was probably the best thing about my appearance. Then I remembered that I was a vampire. "Stefan!" I shouted, whipping my head around so fast that had Stefan not moved his hand away I would've smacked my face into the scissors. "I'm dead! Is my hair going to grow back?"

"Yes, Caroline," he rolled his eyes. "You'll have your long hair back in a couple of months."

I settled back in my chair in relief. At least if he completely ruined my hair I wouldn't be stuck that way for the rest of eternity. "Thank you," I mumbled.

He simply nodded as he was focused on working on parting my hair with the comb. When he ran his hands over my scalp I felt so comfortable I could fall asleep. He pretended not to notice my shiver when his fingers brushed my neck.

I looked down at the floor of the bathroom and was hit by a wave of sadness. Something about seeing my bouncy curls laying on the floor made me miss the innocent- though somewhat mean- Caroline Forbes, captain of the cheer team who's only problems were not having the perfect dress for prom or the new guy at school falling for my best friend instead of me.

So much had happened since I was turned. I'd like to believe I'm a better person than I was as a human. I mean, back then I had such low standards I would even date Damon and allow him to push me around just because I couldn't get his brother. My insecurity and jealousy acted up constantly and Stefan choosing Elena over me was just so upsetting. I had a crush on him just because he was hot and hard to get but that was long over. I mean, knowing Elena, she would eventually get over Damon and her and Stefan would have their happily ever after. Finding each other was literally fate so why wouldn't they end up together. I just wish it wasn't.

When he finally finished, Stefan spun me around to see the mirror. I was speechless. My hair was shorter than Bonnie's but longer than my mother's. Nothing about the girl I saw was that annoying blonde from high school. I looked beautiful.

I turned to Stefan who was smiling at his handiwork. "Thank you so much," I said while pulling him into a hug. We embraced for a little longer than I planned but the feeling of his arms around me made me forget my worries about Elena that I only released him when I knew any longer would be awkward. But as soon as I pulled away I missed him. I thanked him again and hurried down the stairs and threw myself onto the couch to try to sort out my thoughts.

This is not going to end well for me.

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