Hello to what few glorious readers I have! You are all greatly appreciated, really. First thing, I haven't written a story on here for sometime so any reviews or suggestions would be amazing. I haven't seen any stories on here with the same concept so I'm hoping for a bit of freshness. Also, I have the first eight chapters already ready to go, but I'm going to stagger them a bit to give me room to write.

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Chapter Three:

"Oh, for the love of all things Wicca," I mumbled before turning around and facing all five Cullens. "Well, at least it's just you guys. It could be worse."

They all gave me a weird look as I strode over to them. "What's that supposed to mean?" Edward asked while Alice walked over to me happily and slung one arm over my shoulders. She was cold and hard, but I wasn't surprised. I had figured out what they were about ten minutes before the warlock showed up.

"Well, I'd prefer a bunch of vampires see me use magic than humans. The last thing I need right now is The Cleaners on my ass for exposing myself. Which makes me wonder what the hell some minion warlock was doing attacking me in the open. They have just as much to lose as we do." I didn't notice until I finished my rambling that everyone, but Alice was looking at me with wide eyes.

"No, its okay. You have gold eyes so I know you don't drink blood. I won't hurt you." At that Emmett burst out laughing.

Apparently I was funny.

"You hurt us?! Fat chance, little girl." Emmett was practically on the ground in tears. I narrowed my eyes dangerously before using my telekinesis to lift him off of the ground and spun him upside down.

"You were saying?" I questioned with a smirk on my face, but apparently blondie wasn't having as much fun as I was. She charged at me, and Alice by default, but before she could make contact I threw up my force field causing both of us to go flying backwards. I flipped mid air and landed on my feet in a crouched position, ready for another attack but Emmett, who got dropped in the process, restrained her with ease.

"Whoa blondie, I'd watch who I was attacking if I was you. You know how many people have tried and failed to kill a child of The Charmed Ones?" I all but snarled at her. "I am not the enemy."

This time Jasper spoke, "Then what are you?"

"I'm a witch, of course." More snickering and I felt my anger spike. Almost immediately, though, I felt a wave of calm and I eyed the group suspiciously. "Okay, who did that?"

Jasper raised his hand and I smiled at him, "Thank you. I was getting a little mad, huh?" He gave me a tight smile in return then Edward looked at me with a calculating stare and spoke smoothly, "We would like you to come home with us and meet our parents. Our father, Carlisle, will probably know more about your...situation than us."

My eyes narrowed. "My situation? Being a witch isn't a "situation"."

I looked at all of them in turn and weighed my options. I knew I could take care of myself, my force field was enough to protect me. I thought about Chris too, he could hear my call so I knew I'd be okay.

"Alright, take me to your leader," I conceded, throwing my arms up in mock surrender, with a cheeky grin causing only Emmett to laugh.

The ride to their less than humble abode would have taken them twenty minutes had they been following the posted speed limit signs, but try telling that to Alice and her Porsche 911. Six minutes later we pulled up to a beautiful modern house. Two stories, wooden outside with many covered windows.

I was led inside by the Cullen clan and it was just as gorgeous. Everything was white and I'm sure the only way they managed to keep their house that immaculate was because they're vampires. The first one to approach me was a man about 5'9" with sandy blond, wispy hair that looked to be in his late twenties.

"Hello Hannah, I'm Carlisle. Alice here as told us a lot about you, she speaks of you quite often actually," he said, his voice sounding like bells, as he reached to shake my hand. I accepted this with a smile and shot Alice a look who, instead of being embarrassed, looked pretty pleased with herself. Next a woman that appeared to be in her thirties stepped up next to Carlisle. She was a picture of perfection all in her own right with chin length blond hair and she had a very motherly aura about her.

"How wonderful to finally meet you, dear. I'm Esme." She was as nice as I could have imagined and her voice was so warm and sincere.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Cullen, its nice to meet you as well. As you already know, I'm Hannah Halliwell." I may be in a vampire den, but my aunts raised me with manners and I wasn't going to forget them now.

"Oh, just Carlisle and Esme, dear. No need for such formalities. Now please come sit." Esme practically dragged me over to one of the plush, white couches that littered their living room with everyone following suit. Once we were all settled the questions began.

"Did you say Halliwell, Hannah?" Carlisle asked while leaning his elbows on his knees. I nodded, "Yes, I did and before you can ask, my mother was a Charmed One." Surprise was evident on his face and I could practically see the gears turning in his head.

"I've heard stories of their coming. They're to be the most powerful witches since, well, forever. The Power of Three being feared by all types of evil." Everyone was watching wide eyed at our exchange, not knowing enough to interject.

"And rightly so, they are quite a force to behold, but they are no longer the most powerful beings in existence."

"Then who is?" This time it was Edward who spoke up. He was seated strategically as far from me as socially acceptable. I met his eyes as I replied, determined to get some sort of reaction, "The next generation of course. They're are seven of us and being the children of Charmed Ones comes with great power-"

"And great responsibility," Emmett said cutting me off. He was staring at me with such seriousness and for a few seconds no did anything until the two of us dissolved into fits of childish giggles.

Carlisle looked at him with a knowing smile and waited for us to contain ourselves before continuing, "If you don't mind my asking, where is your mother? I understand you arrived only with your father."

"She's dead, sir. She died the day I was born." I wasn't entirely sure if I felt more pain or longing at that statement. Before I could think too hard on it a wave of soothing calm spread through me and I flashed Jasper a thankful smile.

"My condolences. Through childbirth?" He asked gingerly and I shook my head. "A demon by the name of Shaxx. He was kind of the Source's right hand man. Her sisters were attacked by him so she left the hospital to help. She died protecting them."

I could see everyone's eyes shining with pity and I shook my head again. "I don't want you to feel sorry for me. It was too long ago and I've dealt with it. My aunts have raised me just fine as if I was one of their own. They taught me how to control my powers and ride a bike, I never missed out on anything. Even in the circumstances I can still acknowledge how blessed I truly am."

"But what of your father, dear?" Of course Esme would pick up on that. "My father was a void in my life until about three months ago. He decided suddenly that he wanted custody of me after never contacting me before or paying any child support. Apparently I was "being raised in a toxic environment" and my aunts have been "poisoning me with their voodoo magic"."

"Well that's just ridiculous! How could anyone say that?" Alice exclaimed and launched herself at me. I laughed lightly at her. I could tell I was going to really like Alice. Her bubbly personality reminded me of Parker, one of my cousins. She's only twelve but she's got spunk.

"Richard thinks me being here will make me "normal". He tried to get me to give up my powers and when I refused he demanded that my aunts bind them. Being out here away from my family is dangerous enough, but if I didn't have my powers I'd be either dead or kidnapped and used for bait in a week," I explained nonchalantly. Speaking of death and the actual act of dying didn't really faze me anymore. I think when I was younger I had more fear, but time and being faced with almost certain death daily made me jaded, I suppose.

"How is you being away dangerous? Will these "demons" somehow figure out that you're alone and come after you?" Jasper asked from the corner. It was the first I had heard him speak an entire sentence and I was shocked enough that it took me a moment to answer him.

"Yes, exactly. Most of them aren't really a threat to me. I am pretty powerful, not to brag, and with my force field I'm well protected."

"I want to see your powers." My eyes snapped to Rosalie's and I could feel the heat from her gaze. "If you are as powerful as you say then I want to see it."

I narrowed my eyes at her dangerously before I forced myself to take a calming breathe. "Rosalie, we got off on the wrong foot and my aunts would be very disappointed in me if I didn't apologize for my great misuse of magic on Emmett. I am sorry for the poor judgment, to both you and him." She sat there for a minute completely stunned before nodding mechanically and replying, "Apology accepted." I smiled at her genuinely and turned to everyone.

"So who wants to see a magic show?"