The Writer and the Witch

Chapter 13

Summary: Bella, along with Alice and Rosalie, have moved from their home town of Salem, MA to Houston Texas, have bought a new home, and are starting new businesses - both for money and for fun. Edward Cullen, the Writer, was raised in the house the trio of sisters have purchased. Wonder what mischief they can manage to get themselves into?

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer started it all for us. What the characters do here, is all mine.

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The Writer & The Witch

Chapter 13

It's a Blue Blue Night

Previously:

Bella laughed. "Why, I was waiting for you Edward..." She didn't get to say anything else as his mouth sealed itself over hers.

When they parted, it was Edward who spoke. "I've dreamed about you...being with you like this...before we met."

Those were the last words uttered, as they were replaced with sighs and the humming sounds of two people making love slowly and passionately.

Before they parted for the night, Edward got to relive his shower fantasy dream.

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The Swan sisters did not see their respective Cullen brothers, for about a week before Edward and Emmett both got really antsy. Jasper was with Alice almost every minute he was not working and when he was working he was on the phone with her.

The Swan Sisters were proving to be very addictive.

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The reasons for not being allowed to see Bella and Rosalie were several.

The largest being they were working long hours to get everything ready for the opening of their store, La Belle Swans' A la Naturale. Edward and Emmett had Jasper's promise that both Bella and Rosalie were indeed extremely busy getting ready to open the store.

Alice was spending a great deal of time, when not with Jasper, out in the greenhouse and garden but he was allowed to see Alice because Alice wasn't as involved with the preparations other than growing the herbs.

Living up to the name of the storefront, all the products sold were hand made personally buy the Swan Sisters and they used only the finest of natural herbs and spices that they grew in their own greenhouses.

Not only that but the boxes, paper wrappings and other items necessary for the packaging of the lotions, creams and soaps were designed by Rosalie. The tags for the goods were made from the paper that was created with the parts of the herbs that made a type of mash when all the oils had been extracted from them. The Swan Sisters wasted nothing from the manufacture of their products. Even their business cards were a by product, which made for very different cards indeed. They not only had a nice fragrance to them, but they were just as unique as the sisters themselves were.

The only packaging items they purchased were glass bottles and jars along with the stoppers and lids for them. The sisters used only glass containers because they were recyclable and kept their products purer than the use of plastics.

The sisters had a very long standing deal with a certain glass manufacturer for the specific shapes and sizes of the bottles and jars they used. Each product was either packaged in clear glass, blue, amber or green depending upon what the contents were. The sisters were the only ones to handle the products so their quality control was superb. They always managed to pass the health department's inspections and had no problems with the FDA either. They had the compliance and acceptance letters for their products from those agencies posted on the wall behind the area where the cash register was located.

Finally after all the shipments of bottles and jars were received, sterilized and allowed to dry, the sisters were finally able to get to the task of filling them. After years and years of measuring out their products into the waiting containers, it didn't take very long to fill everything to the advertised volume.

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For the amount of labor that went into the making, packaging, and getting the goods to the store, their selling price was about half that of other homemade products. Rosalie even took care of the shop's web site as well as the taxes for the sisters' business. Bella took care of the shop and the money made by the sale of their products. They were lucky if they realized even half of what the products were worth.

Making money was not the reason behind the manufacturing and selling of their products. It was to give them something to do, some way to contribute to society. They lived so long, they needed something to do with their time; they could only shop or travel so much. The sisters had been to just about every country in the world so there was little desire to travel. They had amassed great wealth through their long years of wise investments, and they lived a rather frugal lifestyle as they didn't wish to call attention to themselves any more than necessary.

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Finally, Bella called Edward and asked if he would like to come help her, Rosalie, and Alice set up the shop with their goods.

"Now how can I turn down an offer like that?" was Edward's reply. "When should I be there?" He paused then continued, "Should I bring a small open trailer with me?"

"That's very kind of you to offer Edward, so, yes please and thank you. How about tomorrow morning about 7:00 a.m?" Bella answered. "See you in the morning Edward." She was hanging up when she heard him calling her back.

"Yes Edward, did you say something?"

"Yes, I wanted to know if I could see you tonight since you've got all the heavy lifting done," He said smiling. The smile in his voice always came across Bella noted.

"I don't think so Edward. We're all very tired. Even Alice told Jasper he couldn't come over tonight. We're going to eat supper, then go to bed early and hopefully we won't be too tired to sleep," was her disappointing reply.

With that she disconnected the call and turned her phone off. She didn't need him distracting her later. In her bathroom, she poured some of her special bath oils into the hot water of her tub. Stepping down into the tub she let out a long contented sigh. Bella couldn't allow herself to bathe too long as she had to meet her sisters in the Meditation Room.

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A half hour later, Bella, Rosalie and Alice were in the room they had built into the attic of the house. The walls themselves were of cedar planks that had been hand smoothed by them. They had done all the labor themselves for this very special room. There were black and white stone tiles on the floor of the 12x15 foot room. At one end a series of cabinets stood holding an assortment of magical articles they could use when the occasion called for them.

A separate thermostat was installed so that the room was 100% climate controlled. The temperature of a room could raise by as much as ten degrees during the times they'd spend in working in there, even if it was only mental magic they were performing.

Three rather old fashioned wood carved chairs set in a semicircle in the center of the room on a circular rug dyed a reddish dirty brown color. At the open end of the semicircle was a wooden altar that the sisters had carried with them for the last two hundred years. It was made up of three pieces of an old oak tree cut from the land near the house where they'd lived as children. These pieces were easy to take apart and put back together. The pieces were polished to a very high sheen. The top was about four feet by four feet and bore no designs. The base was the part of an oak tree where it'd begun to branch out and was about two feet smaller than the top. There was a base that was the same size as the top, but was not as highly polished.

Upon this altar tonight were blue and purple candles along with a decanter of purple glass that contained a special wine that the sisters had created themselves. Also on the altar top were three large indigo blue goblets and a small indigo blue bowl that was filled with white sand and the incense that would be smoking for the ritual. The fragrance was nutty like allspice or nutmeg.

The sisters entered their meditation chamber silently going directly to the cabinets and pulled from one of the closets, three indigo blue robes made of the finest cotton cloth. Hand sewn by the sisters themselves with meticulous care while reciting prayers for the intention the robes would be used for.

Abundance.

Wealth.

Prosperity.

The chanting itself didn't do anything other than hold their minds onto their intention for the usages of the robes. Their intention was 99% of the magic.

When they were dressed properly, each of the sisters found her chair and foot stool, settled themselves and began preparing for their mental magical meditation. Tonight the only jewelry the sisters wore were large sapphire pendants that hung between their breasts. They were not jewels of power, but only there to remind the sisters of the vibration they would be working with.

Two hours later, the sisters were finished and knew their new enterprise would be a great success, as everything they did together was. Everything was put away and then each sister left for their own room to sleep as deeply as they could. In the morning when they woke up they would write in their dream books anything they could remember. Most of the time their dreams were very prophetic.

It was a good night.

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A/N: My undying thanks to my Beta JoanOfArt; buggins74, AnakinsRealMom, and Gabby1017 who pre-read for me. Wouldn't be able to do this without you! I have a great team helping me bring this weirdness.