It was raining as usual when I arrived at school on the first of March.

Unlike usual, however, I was in a terrible mood.

I had woken up that morning to a premonition of Mike asking me to the girl's choice dance—a dance that I wasn't even going to. I had always known he entertained some sort of feeling for me, but I hadn't put much thought into it until now. I had always treated him as I did any of my other friends in Forks. And while I hated to have to let him down, I would definitely do it. Even if I was into him, he was a human; nothing would ever work out between us.

If I hadn't have had the vision, I would have still known something was up because Jess didn't talk to me at all during Trig and Spanish. This was monumental. Normally, I couldn't get the petite girl to be silent. Jessica was always buzzing with something to say. I almost missed her mindless chatter.

Sure enough, Jess had abandoned her regular seat next to Mike and me at lunch in favor of sitting next to Eric on the other side of the table. She was speaking with Eric much too animatedly for it to be considered normal behavior for her. It was obvious Jess was trying to distract herself. I felt bad; I was also trying to distract myself from someone. It wasn't fun.

Mike for his part, didn't do anything unusual. He was blissfully unaware of Jessica's frosty feelings, but he did keep shooting her glances. If she had noticed, she probably would have been pleased.

I was trying to ignore Mike by focusing my energy conversing with Angela. It was easy to do. The willowy girl was incredibly smart and kind. But I knew I couldn't use her to avoid Mike forever.

After all, I had already seen what was going to happen in Biology.

Mike walked with Angela and me to class like he normally did. She liked to sit down and settle in for class the moment she arrived, however. Mike, on the other hand, had taken to perching himself on my desk while we waited for Mr. Banner to begin the lesson. I hadn't thought anything of it before; it was mostly just until we finished our conversation. Today was different, though.

Even though our conversation had finished the moment we walked through the door, he still lingered by my desk. The tension hung thick between us.

Despite being a teenager myself, I couldn't help but silently curse the lot of them. I wouldn't be in this situation if they could all just ignore their hormones and not have school dances.

"So…" Mike began. "The spring dance is coming up."

I hummed. "Oh yeah. That." It was hard to keep the distaste out of my tone. Dances weren't my thing. I'd never been to one, of course, but I didn't enjoy the thought of going anywhere that involved large crowds in gyms. Any sort of large crowd indoors wasn't really my thing. Too many variables.

"I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go with me."

I was momentarily distracted by the sight of Edward stiffening next to me. He could obviously hear our conversation, but this led me to believe that he was actually interested in it. What excited me, however, was that this was the first time Edward had even acknowledged my existence in months.

I refocused my attention to Mike. His expression was exactly the same as it had been in my vision. He was optimistic. Mike really was a sweet boy, but I also knew Jessica liked him and had already asked him. That's not even to mention the fact that I didn't reciprocate his feelings even a little bit. "I thought Jess asked you?"

Mike looked down, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "She did this morning. I just told her I'd have to think about it."

I raised a brow disapprovingly. "Because of me, I assume?"

"Well… yeah," he agreed awkwardly.

I took a deep breath. How did I think he was sweet just a second ago? I'm pretty sure he was the most obnoxious kid on the planet. But I didn't want him to know that, so I made sure my voice was even when I spoke. "Go with Jess, Mike."

"Are you su—"

I cut him off before he could finish. "I'm not even going to the dance, anyways. I have a family thing that night." It was true enough.

Mr. Banner began the lesson then, thankfully, forcing Mike to his assigned seat.

I couldn't have told anyone what he was talking about, though. My mind was trying to focus on Mike's staring at me from his seat in the back. And I certainly wouldn't have guessed that today would be the day that Edward decided to speak to me for the first time since the cafeteria incident.

"He didn't stand a chance, did he?" he mused, amusement twinkling in his golden eyes.

I narrowed eyes, settling them on Edward. "I don't see how that's any of your business—unless you've decided to start speaking to me again."

"I haven't," Edward insisted.

I turned away from him, even more annoyed than when Mike asked me to the dance. "Then leave me alone, please. It's quite rude of you to tease me like that."

Out the corner of my eye, I saw his head tilt in my direction. He was curious. "What do you mean?"

The man was oblivious. "You think it's better for you and your family if I left you all alone, right?"

"Better for you, actually. But close enough."

What was that supposed to mean? He was infuriating. "Have you ever thought that maybe that is incredibly difficult for me to do? That I still don't want to, even despite knowing you regret saving me from Tyler's stupid van?" I turned to meet his eyes again; they were wide with shock.

My vision began to fade around the edges.

I was in a car. Edward was behind the wheel, but he wasn't driving. We were just sitting there in silence. I was dripping wet, but I wasn't cold.

I wanted to break the silence, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Are you human?" he asked softly.

I weighed my choices before I replied. My aunts said I could handle this as I wanted to, and I desperately wanted to tell him the truth. I wanted to trust him and show him that he could trust me in turn. I could no longer ignore the pull between us. It was too exhausting. I knew it was hard on him, too.

"No." My voice was so low that at first, I wasn't sure he had heard me.

"Do it again."

My sight came back abruptly as I was pulled out of the vision. It was a short one, so I doubted anyone noticed.

Until I looked at Edward, that is. He had been shocked at my previous words when I last saw him, but he had obviously noticed my absence of mind. He was staring at me so intently I had to break eye contact.

"I don't regret saving you, Emme," he said quietly. He was being sincere; the words he spoke were true.

I decided. I would give Edward the rest of the week to figure out what he wanted. And then, I'd stop caring. Because I could only put myself second for so long. My entire life, I had been selfless. I put my mother first, respected her wishes or the High Council's wishes. I'd respect Edward's too if he wanted to try to stay away. But if he didn't, then I wouldn't. I was tired of trying.

I wanted to get closer to Edward Cullen.


Eric Yorkie was waiting for me by the Infiniti when I walked out of school that afternoon.

'Just be chill. Girls like chill. She won't go with you if you act all twitchy and weird.'

I groaned, halting my steps. I was so distracted by the events of this afternoon that I had I accidentally probed his thoughts when I finally noticed him standing there. I absolutely did not like what I saw. Resignedly, I approached the gangly boy.

"Hey Emme," he greeted.

"Hi, Eric. What's up?" I couldn't hide the slight chill of disinterest that was reflected in my tone.

He shifted awkwardly. "I was just wondering… if you wanted to go to the spring dance together."

I didn't miss a beat. "I'm sorry, Eric. I'm not going to the dance." I threw my bag in the passenger seat of the car and began to walk to the other side, hoping he would take the hint and leave.

"Oh, okay."

The guilt hit me almost immediately. It wasn't really Eric's fault that I had been in a bad mood all day. Plus, it took courage to ask someone out—courage that I wouldn't have originally expected from Eric. "Thanks for asking me, though." I offered him a small smile.

It seemed to placate him a little bit as he wandered back towards the school not looking entirely worse for wear. I climbed into my aunt's SUV, eager to be off of the school grounds. The wind was picking up in my haste, and I made sure to take a deep breath so as not to conjure anything I didn't mean to. It could have been a coincidence, but I couldn't be too careful. Conjuring storms when I was upset seemed to be something I did more often than not, although I had gotten much better at controlling it.

I pulled out of my parking spot only to find myself immediately trapped behind Edward Cullen's shiny silver Volvo. He was waiting on his siblings, blocking the exit in front of me. I rolled my eyes in frustration, only to hear a tapping on the glass of the car window.

I turned to see Tyler Crowley.

As much as I wanted to ignore him—I had a suspicion about what was about to happen—I rolled the window down. "Hi, Tyler." I wished more than anything that Edward's siblings would hurry up and get in the car so that I could make my escape.

"How's it going, Emme?" Tyler asked as if he didn't know. I had just seen him at lunch.

"Just waiting for Cullen to get out of the way," I replied honestly. Edward's siblings were loading themselves into the car, but Edward made no moves to leave. I saw his face turned toward the side mirror; he seemed to be grinning. He knew what Tyler was about to do. It seemed as if he could hear us, and he was enjoying every second of it. Rather than focusing on how he knew what was being said from this distance like I probably should have, I steamed silently. I hoped Tyler wouldn't think my anger was directed at him.

"It's okay, it gives me a chance to ask you if you'd ask me to the spring dance."

I glanced at Tyler, but still kept most of my attention on Edward. He was openly laughing now. "I have a family thing that night. I won't be going," I muttered through gritted teeth. I suddenly found myself not caring if Tyler noticed my anger was directed at him or not.

"Yeah, Mike mentioned that," Tyler shrugged. "No worries. We always have prom." And then he left for his car.

My mouth fell open. Maybe I was being too easy on these boys—too kind, too empathetic. Maybe they just thought that friendship was flirting. I didn't think I had given any of them the impression that I liked them more than as a friend. I didn't see what was so good about me anyways other than being someone new for them to focus their attention on.

Edward was still chuckling in front of me.

Well, two could play at that game.

I focused my energy on the back wheel of his car, putting every last bit of annoyance I was feeling into what I was about to do. I glanced around to make sure no one was looking. The coast was clear. Discreetly, I held my hand out and twisted it to the right before jerking my arm to the left. The back wheel was wrenched off the Volvo with my movements.

I heard a couple of yelps from the car. The tire rolled clear across the parking lot, wheel hub still attached. Edward wasn't grinning anymore as he got out of the vehicle along with the rest of his family.

But I sure was. I let out a laugh at his facial expression. I couldn't even begin to try to hold it in, let alone try to adopt an innocent expression.

His head jerked up, and he looked right at me. Edward had definitely heard me. He looked confused.

I winked at him, threw the car in reverse, and backed out of the parking lot before anyone else could literally annoy me out of my energy.


I told my aunts about my display of telekinesis the moment I walked in the door.

They were disapproving at first, insisting that magic was only meant to assist us when we needed it and not meant for pranking our crushes.

"He's not my crush," I retorted immediately.

"Someone's defensive," Isolde teased.

"There's no shame in liking a mystery," Blair agreed. "Especially one that looks like that."

"Aunt Blair!" I gasped, horrified. I didn't bother to ask how she knew what he looked like without meeting him. More importantly, I didn't want to be having this conversation at all.

Isolde cackled from across the library, clearly in agreement.

"I had a premonition today…" I began after they had calmed down a bit. I wanted to change the subject, but more than that I needed advice. "I was with Edward, and he asked if I was human. And I actually told him the truth."

They shared a look. I hated when they did that.

"You two need to tell me what you know so I don't do anything stupid."

Isolde stopped what she was doing and came to sit on the sofa by her sister. "You know we were at your birth, right?"

This was news to me. "No… I don't remember either of you ever being in Salem. Mom didn't like to talk about when Dad was alive."

Blair nodded as if she knew this already. She probably did. "That sounds about right as far as Sara was concerned. But we were there."

"And the moment you were born, we had a vision."

"Together?" I asked, shocked. That was rare, even for twins.

"Yes," Isolde continued. "It was of you… with Edward Cullen."

I was beyond confused at this point. What did Edward have to do with my future? And why did they look so worried about it? "Okay…"

Blair sighed, looking visibly upset. "We can't get into the specifics of it. You know that we aren't supposed to meddle. Visions are usually subjective depending on a person's decisions, but this one has only gotten clearer the older you've gotten."

"We didn't even know who he was until they moved here. We don't go to town often, but we saw him when we registered you for school. The Cullen boy is meant to be in your life," Isolde said simply, giving me a significant look.

The only time I had ever heard of someone that was meant to be in each other's lives was my parents, and that was only because they were soul—

"What like soulmates?" I screeched.

They flinched.

"We don't know for sure, of course," Blair tried to backpedal.

Isolde rolled her eyes. "Nothing is ever certain with premonitions. But we're as certain as we can be. You may not be in love with him yet. You hardly know each other. But you do feel a pull towards him, right?"

It was true. I had thought it was because he was just a mystery that I wanted to solve. But if Edward really was my soulmate, my one true partner in life, then my feelings would make a lot of sense.

"Okay, sure. Let's say that's true. It explains our connection, but it doesn't explain why he also seems to have some sort of magic even though he's not a warlock." I was thinking out loud, hoping my aunts would give me the answers I desperately craved.

"No, it doesn't. But we think that's something you should talk to him about first," Blair insisted.

Isolde shrugged. "Or figure it out for yourself. You have all the answers, you're just afraid of infringing on his privacy—which, if you think about it, is another reason that he could be your soulmate. Do you do that with anyone else?"

She was right. I had no issues going through anyone else's mind. Edward's was really the only one that I actively tried to stay out of. And if he really was my soulmate, then this changed everything. It would quite possibly be the only reason why I would tell him that I was a witch. He'd have to find out sooner or later. If a witch found her soulmate, she'd never choose to live without him.

"So he's going to find out that I'm a witch eventually?" I phrased it like a question, but it came out as more of a statement.

"As we said before—" Isolde began.

"Deal with it how you want to. The outcome is always the same," Blair finished.

I could tell this particular conversation was over, but we still continued our lesson.

Telekinesis days were one of the most fun to me. It made me feel as if I were the heroine, like Matilda or even (ironically) Prue Halliwell. It didn't seem to take as much energy to do as spell casting did, even though casting was way more versatile. My aunts wouldn't let me control people or animal movements, just inanimate objects. I didn't complain about that.

There was something frightening about the idea of controlling something that thought for itself.


I woke up in the middle of the night to the feeling that something was very wrong.

My room was bathed in yellow light. I glanced around to find the source. I quickly noticed the crystal that sat on my windowsill—normally a pale white—was emitting a harsh, yellow glow. The estate wards had been breached.

I shot out of bed and ran downstairs. My aunts were already there, waiting for me.

"What is it?" I whispered.

"We don't know," they said in unison.

Blair was clearly looking to the future, trying to see who—or what—was coming.

Isolde threw open the door and moved out onto the porch. She was always the more offensive of the two. Blair stayed inside, searching for what was out there. I followed Isolde hesitantly down the stairs and onto the front lawn.

"Whoever it is doesn't mean any ill intent, but they were not invited," she murmured to me.

My eyes scanned the large yard. There was nothing there, but the forest was a different story. "How do you know?" I asked.

Isolde relaxed, clearly deciding that there was no immediate danger. "There's no such thing as a ward that will keep things out if they have a mind to come in. We can put aversions in place—for example, humans that get too close will want to leave. But if they were really set on coming in, they could. The white ward crystals will glow with their intent. It turned purple for you when you arrived. A witch that was welcome. If you invited a human over—and please do not—it would glow green. Anything that was not invited but had no ill intent? The crystals would turn yellow like I'm sure you saw."

"What happens if they have bad intent and they cross the wards?"

"They'd glow red." Isolde turned on her heel and went back into the house. She seemed more annoyed at being woken up than shaken.

I could relate. Throughout the entire ordeal, I hadn't felt remotely as if I was in danger. I was more alarmed than anything. With one last look into the dark forest, I turned to follow my aunt.

I had a sneaking suspicion what—or more specifically who—had set off the wards.


I hadn't taken two steps from my car the next morning before crossing paths with Edward. It was like he was waiting for me. I felt a thrill shoot through me at the idea that he had finally decided we would stop ignoring each other. Perhaps I wouldn't have to wait until the end of the week after all.

That was before I remembered that he set me up yesterday to be accosted by Tyler Crowley, despite knowing that I wasn't even going to the dance to begin with.

I changed my features to resemble something less like anticipation and more like annoyance. "What do you want?" I asked, brushing past him and towards the school.

"Good morning to you, too," he grinned. He stayed by my side, despite my brisk pace. Edward didn't seem to be put off by my slight at all. In fact, he seemed pleased.

I sighed. His mood swings were something I would never be able to keep up with. I stopped abruptly and turned to him. "Glad to see you made it to school today. I couldn't help but notice you had some car trouble yesterday."

His grin was gone. "Trouble is putting it mildly. Rosalie had to order parts in order to fix it… luckily we have other vehicles." Edward gestured to the bright red BMW M3 parked next to a silver motorcycle.

My eyebrows raised in surprise. "Flashy."

Edward chuckled. "It's Rosalie's. She has a flair for the dramatic."

I didn't know what to say to that. I didn't exactly know Rosalie; I'd only spoken with her once and I wouldn't call it a positive experience.

It was quiet for a moment. I looked him over. He seemed to be excited about something, but I wasn't sure what. "Does this mean we are speaking to each other again?"

"We really shouldn't."

"But we're going to anyway?" I asked, somewhat hopefully.

"I'm already going to hell. Might as well do it thoroughly."

I rolled my eyes. "Now look who has a flair for the dramatic."

Edward shrugged it off. "You might disagree if you knew more about me."

"Might," I agreed. "But probably wouldn't. You would know why if you knew more about me." I couldn't help but grin at how frustrated he looked.

"You don't know how frustrating you are to me."

I laughed at that. I did know actually. I didn't have to feel his emotions—I could read it all over his face. But I could also feel his emotions. "That's like the pot calling the kettle black. You're somewhat easy for me to read though," I admitted.

"Usually I'm quite good at reading people. That would be a change, for once."

"It's probably good for you. You Cullen's can't have everything, you know," I teased, hoping he wouldn't take offense.

He didn't. He just smiled at me again. "Can I ask you something?"

I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion. "Sure…"

"I was wondering if a week from Saturday… you know, the day of the spring dance—"

"You have got to be kidding me." I turned from him and stormed into the building before I did or said something stupid.

"Wait!" he yelled after me, laughing. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

I stopped when he'd asked me too, of course. I didn't want to say no to him. I noticed the bond between us again, seeing it in a new light.

"I was wondering if you'd like to spend Saturday with me since you seem to be uninterested in the dance."

I froze, looking at him. His face, his emotions: they were all genuine. Edward was really offering to spend the day with me on Saturday. He looked eager—hopeful even. It took everything I had to say no to him. "I'm sorry, Edward," I offered gently. "I really do have a family thing that day. It wasn't just an excuse to get out of going with Mike. And Eric… and Tyler."

His mood shifted slightly. Edward was good at hiding the disappointment in his face, but I could still feel it. I wanted to do anything I could to cheer him up again. I had an idea. It was probably a bad one, but I suddenly wanted him to agree more than he probably had wanted me to.

"Actually… why don't you join me on Saturday instead?" I asked.

Edward's mood shifted again, curious this time. "You're inviting me to a family event?"

When he put it like that it sounded incredibly over-eager and presumptuous of me, but I nodded anyway. "Yes, if you're up for it."

He was bound to find out about me sooner or later. I had three premonitions backing that fact up. Might as well get it over with. Maybe then he would finally trust me with his own secret—if I didn't figure it out before he finally told me. Maybe this would finally get him moving in the right direction. If my aunts were to be believed, I didn't even have to worry about him accepting my magic. We'd eventually end up together regardless.

"I don't know." He was wary. I couldn't fault him—especially if he had been the one at my house last night. "What exactly is this event?"

I smirked. "That's for you to find out when you get there. No details beforehand. You'll enjoy it though. Trust me."

Edward's eyes scanned me again, looking for something to read. I hoped that I looked honest enough. I wasn't lying; I really did think he'd enjoy it.

"Alright, then. Saturday," he agreed.

The bell rang then, and I went to English with a smile on my lips.


A/N:

Thank you everyone for the kind reviews and follows/favorites! I can't even describe how excited I am when I log in and see notifications on this story. Your reviews were also very helpful to see where everyone's headspace is at. Based on that, we seem to be on the same page. The next chapter will probably be the last bit that follows closely to the events of Twilight before we start adding more witchcraft and the story gets a mind of its own. But don't worry... I took some time to actually flesh out the rest of the plot so it makes sense and is still true to the OG vibe and characters. I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I am enjoying writing it.

Til next time!