A/N: Sorry it's been taking so long to update, but I haven't been in much of a mood to write.

Disclamer: Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer and I got some ideas from Charmed, but the story idea and plot is all mine.

Chapter 4

Bella POV

I walked towards the teacher, a short balding man, and gave him our schedules. He checked that we were in the right class and handed them back. "Please stand at the front and introduce yourself."

I looked at my coven questioningly. They all shook their heads no. "We'd rather not." We walked towards the back were the only empty seats were.

"That wasn't a question Ms. Swan." Mr. Garson hissed getting red in the face.

"We don't do introductions." I stated as I sat where I could be surrounded by my coven. "Besides, this is a small town. I'm sure our peers already know who we are." I put my earphones on and turned the volume high enough that I couldn't hear his response.

Biology

"Would you like to introduce yourselves?" Mr. Stedman asked. I already like him.

"No, sir." We sat at the back in partners. I sat with Nerva, Ash with Luke, Bram with Wyatt, but poor Kassy had to sit with some annoying chick that couldn't stop ogling him. She introduced herself as Jessica with her squeaky voice. She started going off about some shit that she thought he wanted to know. I can see why no one wanted to partner with her. I felt bad for Kas, so I tapped him on the shoulder and gave him my ipod since he didn't bring his.

K: Thanks, Bellsy. I owe you one. He smiled gratefully.

B: Stop calling me that and we'll call it even. He chuckled before turning around.

Since I'd lost my source of distraction I was forced to actually pay attention. Mr. Stedman was talking about cell reproduction. I decided to let my mind wander instead. Realizing the direction my mind was going I quickly blocked myself from my coven.

Flashback (9 year old Bella)

I was awakened by a strong hand covering my mouth. I instinctively started struggling. I stopped when I felt a hand on my throat squeezing until I could barely breathe. "Don't struggle baby girl, you'll only make this worse for yourself." I knew it was my step-dad Phil once I heard his deep rumbling voice. His face came up so I could make out his face with the light from my glow in the dark space replica on my ceiling. "Just relax. It'll be over soon."

I heard the clink his belt made as he unbuckled it. The ruffling of his pants as he pulled them down was loud in my otherwise silent room. When he started pulling down my pajama bottoms it finally sunk in that this was really happening. This was not a nightmare I would wake up from. I started sobbing. Phil threw my bottoms somewhere into darkness and leaned down to kiss away my tears. He pulled back to spit in his hand and started rubbing himself.

He aligned himself with my entrance and began to push himself in. I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside. I screamed unable to hold in the excruciating pain. All my cries were muffled by Phil's hand still covering my mouth. I passed out when he hit my cervix and still pushed further in. The pain of being thrust into dragged me out of my unconscious state.

I shut my eyes begging for my mind to take me elsewhere. My eyes shot open as he changed pace. He was going into me faster, harder, and deeper than he had before. The only solace I could find was in the glow in the dark planets and stars on the ceiling. I disconnected myself from my body and hid in the recess of my conscience. I vaguely felt him come still inside me. "I love you, baby girl." I heard a far away voice say as my mind finally let me fall into the comforting darkness.

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"Bella!" Nerva whisper yelled as I came out of the memory.

"What?" I asked. She pointed to my hands that were red and sparking with small embers. I pulled back the power I'd unconsciously started to release and looked around to see if any of the humans noticed. Luckily they were all either taking notes or blankly staring out the window. My coven had noticed though and they were now all silently questioning me with their stares since my block towards them was still up. I just looked away not wanting to talk about it. That was a sufficient answer for them seeing as it was the only subject I didn't talk to them about.

It was now lunch hour and the whole cafeteria went silent as we walked in. "Stupid mortals and their obsession with pretty things." I grumbled under my breath. My coven's laughter brought me out of the bad mood I'd been in all during last period. Their laughter also seemed to bring the humans out of the daze they were in and they started conversing again.

"I think we're more hot than pretty." Ash stated as we made our way to the food line. When we came out of the line we stopped to a table to sit at. I wanted a table with a view, so I started walking towards a full table on the other side with a view of the courtyard. We stopped by the table waited only a few seconds for the humans to stop talking and looked up.

"Move." I spoke calmly. I allowed a small amount of my mind control power to seep into their minds. They immediately picked up their plates and move to an empty table.

"Nice view." Wyatt noted. A minute went by and I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched.

B: Does anyone else feel like their being watched? I asked looking up from my half eaten pizza. They all nodded and we started looking around for the source of the feeling. My eyes landed on gorgeous pixie-like girl with spiky hair in beautiful disarray. When my eyes met her golden ones my breath caught and the necklace I kept tucked under my shirt heated up informing me that I'd found my bond. In the back of my mind I knew by our link that almost everyone in my coven had also found theirs among the group she sat with. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the women who was made for me. She seemed to be as transfixed by me as was with her. Only when her eyes darkened did my other self make itself known.

She's not human.

What do you mean?

Look at her. I mean really look at her.

I tore my eyes away from her and really looked at her as my other self told me to. She was alabaster pale and she looked as if she'd been carved out of it as well. She was perfect, unnaturally so. Charlie had taught us of their kind one of the summers we visited him. She and her table mates were Vampires.

Good deduction Sherlock. You would have noticed sooner if you're weren't too busy making googly eyes at her.

She's our bond.

Yeah, and I'm happy about finding her too, but that doesn't mean we have to turn into whipped love struck fools.

You're right. So we're telling her, right?

They probably already know we're different, so we might as well.

B: Guys, they're Vampires. I informed my coven seeing as Wyatt, Luke, Kasimir, and Nerva were still in their bond induced trances. That seemed to snap them out of it. They all looked at me.

W, K, L, N: That's great!

W: I mean I'll overlook any flaws my bond has, but my happy him being human isn't one of them.

K: We're telling them, right?

B: Yeah.

N: When?

B: Now. I got up and they followed me to throw our food away. I looked towards the table to see that they were still looking at us, I motioned for them to follow us, and made my way to the door that opened up to the parking lot.

A/N: Click the pretty button. Please.*begs* ;P