I don't any of the characters from charmed, or twilight.

Bella's POV

What. The. Heck. Was. That!

Scary?

Yes.

Exhilarating?

Yes.

But what was it? All I did was touch them. It's not like they cast a spell on me or something. That's ridiculous. Witches don't exist. At least I think they don't.

I remember the look in there eyes. They were as confused as I was, but they also seemed intrigued. When they let go of me I felt very weak and nauseous. As if I ran two miles on an empty stomach, then I went on a roller coaster, and then some idiot bled in front of me. The last thing I remember hearing was the lightning in the sky, and feeling the rain on my skin.

Then I remembered.

The jump. I died. It was all a dream. They were just just a figment of my imagination. Or maybe my this was the afterlife. I have no idea, but I do know for sure, I jumped off the cliff and I felt the electricity.

'Are you awake?' I heard a voice in the distance ask me. How far away was this person?

'Bella? Bella?' The voice called to me. I wanted to respond. I wanted to ask if I was dead, or I was being held captive.

I could hear everything around me, I heard the person sigh, I heard the rustling of papers. I hear them ask me questions like, who are you? What are you? And I wanted to answer them, I wanted to tell the person what they needed to know. I'm Bella Swan, and I'm a human. Duh.

Oh yes I was just human. A weak, feeble human who couldn't keep the only man she ever loved. Ugh! Why is that every thought I ever have involves Edward. Couldn't I move on? No I couldn't, because I didn't want too. I wanted him to always be with me, I couldn't let him go that would kill me. Literally.

I hated him. I loved him. I wanted and needed him. But the feelings weren't recuperated. My life really sucked.

I sighed and heard the voice ask if I was awake. My body stirred and my eyes fluttered open.

'Hey are you okay?' The voice asked again, my eyesight was slightly blurred but as I regained consciousness I realized who was talking to me.

'Yeah I'm fine. Leo, right?' I asked.

The man, who I suspected was Leo, laughed warmly. 'Yeah. Leo Wyatt.' He extended his hand to me and I looked at wondering what would happen if I shook it.

'Umm, Bella Swan.' I took his hand reluctantly and flinched back waiting for the electricity to come.

He looked at me as if he knew what I was thinking. 'I don't think you're going to get that feeling with me.'

I frowned involuntarily.'Why?'

'I have a guess as to why. But I can't tell you without revealing the girls secrets. And it's really not my secret to tell.' He said, i suspected he trying not to give away too much.

I nodded somberly. 'Ah, alright.'

Suddenly there was a blue light and I saw the three girls I saw before. I remember the light I saw it when I was falling. When I was in La Push.

And I had a feeling I wasn't in La Push or Forks anymore.

'Hey Bella. How do you feel?' One of the three girls said. I think her name was Phoebe.

'Where am I?' I asked ignoring her question and hoping I didn't sound rude.

Phoebe looked at her sisters and then turned back to me. 'At our house.' She said forcing a laugh.

'And where exactly is your house?' I asked pushing the subject.

'In...San Fransisco.' She finally said after minutes of silence.

I stared at her open mouthed. ' San Fransisco. As in the city in California.'

'The one and only.' The red head said, Paige.

'H-How?'

'You wouldn't believe us if we told you. 'Paige murmured in a low voice.

Then unexpectedly the ground began to shake, I froze and stayed glued to the sofa.

'Leo! Earthquake!.' Piper exclaimed and ran to Leo's side, her sisters followed her.

Leo sighed and looked ahead of him. 'No. It's not.'

I looked around and completely forgot about the danger of the shaking ground. The house was enchanting, and breathtaking. I was sitting in what I believe was the sunroom. It was funny how I got completely lost in the beauty of the house, how everything wrong that was going on around me seemed to fade away in the background. That was until the book flipped, on it's own. It stopped on a page that said Swan.

'I don't think that was there before.' Piper screamed. Then two more blue lights came into my view. As did a whirl of wind with fire surrounding it.

Three figures appeared. The one of the far left and the far right were hooded in gold ropes.

'Elders.' Leo whispered to Piper answering a question she never asked.

'Oh well that's fun.' She whispered back.

I pondered on that. Elders? Who or what are Elders?

'And a guest.' Leo said quickly.

And then the third figure appeared. A tall man who seemed to dominate the room by looking at him I felt respect and fear. But aside from that he was handsome, very handsome. He looked wise and proud. Almost pompous, but he also looked like he could be kind and gentle if he wanted to be of course. He had short black hair, a strong jaw, his face was smooth clear of all emotion, but his eyes burned with anger and fury. His eyes.

''Well my dear Paige, if she wont believe you then what is the use in telling her.' His voice echoed across the room even though he spoke the words very softly. But in that moment all I could see all I could think about was his eyes.

His eyes.

A color I saw every day. It was the first thing I saw when I looked in the mirror. They were my eyes, my fathers eyes. But Charlie was my father.

'Dad?' The word escaped my lips and I immediately regretted saying it. Stupid, stupid Bella. Charlies your dad, not this stranger. But then the man looked at me, his eyes softened, a small smile formed on his lips and he nodded.

'How did you know?' He asked in a sweet voice completely different from the one he used before.

I was right. Holy crow! I was right. Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. Charlie Swan was my father. My dad. This is a dream. No I'm dead, this is the afterlife.

Bella you already made that asumption. A little voice said in the back of my mind.

Shut up! I told myself. I was the best and only explanation I could come up with. This is God showing me that what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have tried to kill myself. But in my defense it didn't start out that way. I closed my eyes, tightly. Wishing, hoping, praying that I was dreaming or dead. I kept them shut for about ten seconds. But when I opened then everyone was staring at me confused and slightly amused.

But this wasn't funny, at least not to me. This was an absurd dream I was having.

It's just a dream. It's just a dream. It's just a dream. I chanted over and over again in my mind. Oh who am I kidding this isn't the Wizard of Oz, I'm not going to chant and chant about something hoping it'll come true.

I sighed defeated. Oh golly. I was not dreaming. It felt too real. I felt too sick. And way too overwhelmed.

'How did you know?' He asked again, his voice was louder than before. Maybe he thought I didn't hear him. But I heard him. Loud and clear.

'I honestly don't know.' I said my voice so weak and confused I felt like a kid finding out Santa Clause wasn't real and that daddy killed the Easter Bunny.

He laughed. I think he laughed at my weakness. 'Stop.' I told him raising my voice and sticking my chin up. He had no right to laugh at me. He didn't know what I was going through. Or what I had been through.

He laughed quietly again, amused by my attempt to be confident. 'My apologies. I didn't mean to insult you.'

'You're lying.' I said, and he looked at me, hurt.

'No I truly mean it. I did not mean to insult you.'

I shook my head. 'No. That's not what I meant. You're lying to me. You're not my father.'

He looked hurt again. But the hurt was quickly changed to an emotion I couldn't understand.

It looked like he was challenging me

'Your middle name is Marie, after you grandmother. Your so clumsy it almost makes me ashamed to be your father.' I wanted to claw his eyes out. What a jerk! 'You hate blood, but you'll learn to overcome that.' He said smiling.

I shook my head. 'No that's not enough. Anyone who has know me for two weeks could tell me that. You're a liar. And I'm leaving.' I sighed angrily. "i cant believe I actually thought you were my dad, I guess I'm just having a bad day.' I stood up and walked away, knowing that I was an absolute fool.

'Really? Then how would I know that you have three birthmarks on your shoulder. Your left shoulder to be exact.' I turned around and gaped at him. How did he know that?

'You never had a normal childhood. Your mother and father were terrible parents. One is an adult child and the other is a pathetic excuse for a man. You love the earth. You love helping people. Your kind, helping, selfless and warm. You have a red and white bear, you've probably forgotten about him, but you always slept with him when you were a baby.'

'Bernice.' I whispered. How did he know about him? Never told anyone about him. He was lost in one of our moving boxes when I was five. He was my best friend and I could never sleep without him.

'Yes. I believe you wanted to name him Bernice. Even though your mother told you it was a woman's name. Am I correct?' He said every word with such familiarity I knew the last question was just to humor me.

Then I realized I was crying, the tears streaming down my face like waterfalls. My throat felt like someone jammed a jagged rock down there I couldn't breathe and I was feeling very, very dizzy.

I sat down on the nearest chair and began to sob. How was this possible? My whole life was a lie, everything I was. Everything that me, me was a lie. A huge disgusting lie that made me want to vomit. If I wasn't so curious as to what I was and who I was I would have fainted. Again. I sat there in the chair crying trying to get my feelings out. Everything I felt since I jumped off the cliff to this very moment. The anger, pain, sorrow, excitement, confusion and denial. Denial? What was I denying? Oh right, the fact that that this man is my father. I didn't want to believe that Renee and Charlie weren't my biological parents. I wanted believe that my whole life wasn't perfect but at least I knew what my past was, who my family was. But I couldn't believe that no matter how much I wanted to. I couldn't.

When I finally calmed down I realized what I had to ask.

'Who am I?' My voice sounded broken, but I didn't care. I felt broken.

My supposedly father didn't seem to notice though. He smiled warmly at me, as if I asked him if he liked bunnies. 'I think you're asking the wrong question.'

'No. I'm not. Now tell me. Who am I?' I asked through my clenched teeth.

'You're Isabella Marie Swan.' He smiled again. Did he have a heart?

I growled and Leo spoke before I could ask my question again.

'Micheal? Why don't you just answer her question, instead of trying to provoke her?' He suggested calmly. Thank you Leo. I relaxed a bit, and turned from Leo to him, Micheal. Wait? Provoke, why was he trying to provoke me?

'Don't tell me what to do Whitelighter!' Micheal cried out.

Suddenly indignation ran through me. What the heck was wrong with this man? He smiles at my pain, yells at those who are trying to help and on top of that he brings emotions back to me that I don't want to feel. I felt so furious.

'Hey!' I snapped at him. 'Listen to Leo and answer my question?'

Micheal laughed at me. 'What? Is Bella angry that she hasn't gotten what she wants? Poor child.' He said making a mockery of my anger.

'YOU!' I screamed, then I took a deep breath. 'You know, nothing about me.'

'I find that very hard to believe. You are my daughter after all.' He tilted his head to the side. 'But then again, I am glad I left. You see your much too nice. Sugary sweet to be exact. Too much of a baby to be my daughter. You are too weak, too feeble, and simply too boring. I'm glad that I left.'

'Shut up.' I whispered, knowing this was all true. Because I heard it before.

'Your ignorance, and stubbornness are your most unlikable traits. I doubt you've ever felt before-'

'That's not true.' I whispered again, this time more fiercely.

-you've only daydreamed and wished for a better life. You spent half of it locked up in a room reading. Reading to escape your horrendous life. You don't have beauty. Or strength. You're not interesting. That is why no one has ever truly loved you.' He spit out, any person in my position would have immediately lashed out at him. But I knew that this was all true. No one really loved me. Not him, Charlie or Renee, or Edward. My whole life was a lie, and not even a good lie.

Micheal looked at me surprised before saying, 'And that is why you have never truly loved anyone.'

I knew for a fact that this wasn't true. I knew, because I knew Edward. And I loved him more than anything in my life, more than my own life.

'Enough!' I yelled so loudly I scared myself, I swung my hand out as if I were trying to hit something in front of me. But in that same instant something happened. A gust of struck everyone down, I shattered the windows and blew the furniture away. I stared at them wide eyed because the wind came from me. From my hand.

Micheal was the only one who wasn't on the floor. But I did see him stagger back. He smiled at me, it wasn't like the smiles from before. It was a genuine warm smile. The reason I knew was because I saw the love in his eyes.

'You have a striking resemblance to her, and myself. But you have her hair.' He said his voice was low and sad.

'Who?' I asked, already knowing the answer.

'You're mother?'

I laughed, 'Only a little bit, I don't think I really look like Renee though. More like you.' His brow furrowed and he opened his mouth to say something but I beat him to the punch.

'What am I?' I demeaned.

He sighed. 'You're a magical being.'

'Your magical, but Renee isn't?' I asked

'Renee isn't your mother.' He said slowly.

'Huh?'

He sighed once more. 'It seems as though I have a lot to explain.'

'Yeah, but first explain what you are.' I said, feeling like an idiot for not knowing that Renee wasn't my real mother.

'Oh right. My name is Micheal. One of the seven Gods who lead the heavens above.' He said coolly.

He said so little yet my brain felt like it fried. 'What?' I asked trying not to shriek.

Micheal looked around and looked down at me. 'This is going to take much longer than expected.'

Hope you liked it, please review.

It makes sense, well at least to me. I mean remember when Leo said that his bosses had bosses, well that's who Bella's father is, One of the Gods. (Just in case some of you didn't understand, and if you don't like it please try to. I wanted to make Bella a powerful creature and I immediately tied it in with the Gods. Don't be angry, if you promise not to get angry I will be very happy.)

FYI- Bella's real father looks a little like a forty year old Pierce Brosnan (with the exception of his eyes). And her mother looks kinda like Natalie Portman (with the exception of her hair).