A lot has happened in the last five years. Too much for one person to bear, in such a brief time, at least on their own.
Let's start from the beginning. I have brown hair, and emerald green eyes. I learned how to fight from my father. I was kidnapped when I was an infant by the people, I call mom and dad. Who am I, you ask? I was given the named Isabella Marie Swan, but my birth name is Phoenix Prudence Halliwell. I am Chris' twin sister. My birth family is also known as the Charmed ones. I was named after my late aunt, that I never got to meet, while she was alive.
I learned after I met my biological family that Charlie and Renee were killed by some THING, I'm in love with a man that is missing, presumed dead, found out the people who raised me weren't really my parents, found my biological family, and learned that I, along with my two brothers and all of our cousins, were witches.
Yes, like I said, a lot has happened. The biggest two go hand in hand. I found out that Renee and Charlie were never really my parents. They were gypsies, and they stole me away from my real family. Their names were not really Charles and Renee either, but Silas and Luna. Confused yet?
Well, I found a letter amongst Silas' possessions after he died. Luna thought that having me stay with my birth family, specifically my twin brother Chris, would be dangerous. Silas didn't explain any further than that in the letter. Luna was the one who produced the plan. Originally, they were supposed to take Chris, but he was with our dad, getting medicine, to help with his Hand, Foot, and Mouth. I was asleep in the nursery, so Luna grabbed me and left, into the night. I am older than Chris by two minutes and 12 seconds.
While Luna took me, Silas acquired a potion. This was no ordinary potion, though. The one he got not only blocked, and suppressed my powers, but also blocked anyone from being able to find me, magically. His letter said that he always felt guilty, for going along with Luna's plan of tearing me away from my family. She never wanted a family, and he knew that. So, he wasn't surprised when she began ignoring me. He said there were times that I would go up to 12 hours while he was at work, in a dirty diaper, and constantly had rashes. Speaking of his work, Silas had forged documents that allowed him to join the police force. This, again, was Luna's idea. She convinced him that, for them to stay together, he needed to ensure that the missing person's case on me never got close to being closed.
You may ask, 'Why did he go along with all of this, if he felt guilty?' Well, the answer is simple, love. He wanted to be with her, and sometimes love is not rational. Speaking of love, that brings me to something else.
From one story of love to another. My first, and currently, only love was a boy named Edward Masen. His family befriended Silas and Luna when they first arrived in the little, overcast, town of Forks, Washington. Edward was a few short months older than me, and we spent a lot of time together, growing up. We were best friends, and that is why I never told him my true feelings. Around the end of 8th grade, I realized that I had developed feelings for him, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship. Now I wish I had. Anything would have been better than not knowing.
I never knew that I wanted siblings, until that letter. Then I couldn't stop thinking about them, and what they were like. The letter didn't give me a surname, but it did tell me the names of my parents.
It was weird, trying to find my birth family, mainly because I wasn't sure I wanted to. I knew they lived in San Fransisco, and their names were Piper and Leo. That and the name of my brother, were the only thing that the letter told me of my birth family. I'm not sure how much I believed the letter, considering it talked about witches and gypsies, but I couldn't help myself. I had found an article about how my parents were throwing a fundraiser for the Missing and Exploited Children foundation, in hopes of, one day, being reunited with their own daughter. Looking at them, I started seeing similarities, where I was trying to find differences.
I spent days looking at the picture of my supposed family, reading the article repeatedly.
Flashback-
'Their real. Could the letter be true? Am I really a witch?' I thought, looking at the article, for the 100th time. I shook myself, I had been looking at this article for days now. I looked at the date for the fundraiser, and realized it was in exactly one week from today. I took a deep breath.
'Here goes nothing.' I thought. I purchased a plane ticket to San Fransisco, and wrote down the address, before going to pack a small carry on. I was not going to uproot my life, unless they really were my family, and we were able to get along. I also purchased a hotel room.
By 12:30 the next day I was sitting in a cab, outside the house I had seen in the picture. The house I could have been stolen from.
"Lady, are you getting out, or not?" The cabby nearly hollered. I grabbed my bag, and handed him some cash, not paying attention to the amount. Getting out of the cab, I slowly began to walk up the stairs to the front door and got hit with a sense of familiarity. I made it to the door, and slowly raised my hand to knock, all the while my brain screaming at me that they are going to think I'm a stalker. I rapped my fingers on the old wood, before I could talk myself out of it. My heart was hammering, and then it skyrocketed when I heard footsteps from inside.
The door opened to reveal a tall man, with shaggy brown hair and eyes just a few shades lighter than my own. The sense of familiarity increased when our eyes connected.
"Chris?" His brows knitted together.
"Yes. Can I help you?" He asked, and I took a breath.
"I think I'm your sister." I said quickly, and the confusion in his eyes was replaced by fire.
"My sister is dead. My parents just have not accepted that yet. You are just another pathetic, attention seeking nobody, trying to make a name for themselves off the back of my family." He said, I shook my head fiercely.
"No, I swear. Please, I found this letter amongst my father's possessions after he died." I said, digging the letter out of my purse. He crossed his arms over my chest. I Pulled it out of my purse and tried to hand it to him. He made no move for it.
I sighed. "I see you do not believe me, and who can blame you. It sounds like I'm not the first to make this claim."
He snorted. "Hardly." I nodded.
"I'm not sure I believe it either. I mean my dad mentioned Gypsies, and witches in the letter too." I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I did not see the flash of surprise cross Chris' face. He schooled his features quickly. "So maybe he was just losing his mind." I continued. "I know this is going to sound crazy, but if you want, I'll do anything you want me to prove myself."
"You just said that you thought your dad might have been losing his mind. Why would I need to do anything if you do not believe it yourself?" Chris said, though the fire in his eyes had dimmed slightly.
"This is going to sounds crazy, but I feel like I have been here before. I feel like I've met you before. The letter says we are supposed to be twins, and you have the same shade of hair, and nearly the same color eyes." He thought a moment before shaking his head and sighing in frustration.
"I'll do it if it means you leave my family and I alone, when it comes back negative." He said, judging my reply.
"Of course. If it says I am not your sister, you will never see or hear form me again." I said, trying to convey with my eyes my sincerity.
He looked at me and then sighed, before reaching behind him. I heard the jingling of keys, and the rattle of the lock as he pulled the door shut behind him.
"Let's get it over with, then. Come on." I followed, silently behind him.
The drive was uncomfortable. He broke it by asking,
"So does this letter of yours say what your name is supposed to be? Considering it said your are my twin." He said, putting air quotes around 'twin.'
I pulled the letter, still clutched in my, nearly white, fist. I found the part of the letter, and stated what it said. The car jerked forward.
"Are you okay?" I asked, hesitantly.
"Where did your father get all of this information?" He asked his own question, ignoring my question in favor of his own.
"don't know. It doesn't say, but if the letters a lie, I don't know where he got all of this. I mean, come on, he also said I was a witch, but I've never done anything magical. Also, what is kind of power can block anything magical."
It is a potion that combines a power binding potion, and a location suppression potion. The only way to activate your powers is to drink a reversal potion, or a significant life event." He said, like he was reading from a witchy dictionary. His eyes widened, and he cleared his throat. I looked at him, with a gobsmacked look.
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"We're here." He said, turning off the car, taking the key from the ignition, and unfolding his body from the car. Something told me to hide the letter, and not tell anyone else about it.
'Probably just my self-preservation talking.' I thought, looking up from my purse. I noticed, waiting impatiently by the entrance. I jogged up to him, but before I could say anything he turned on his heel and walked through the halls. Leaving me in the dirt, I nearly had to jog to keep up with him.
"How do you know where to go?" I huffed out, after turning yet another corner.
"I have a friend that works here. I want to have this done by someone I know, and trust. Don't want you and whoever you know here to have a chance to tamper with the results." My feet faltered, and I bit out.
"I only know you here. I grew up in Washington, and Phoenix, funnily enough. Considering what the letter says my name is."
"Shut up about the damn letter. I'm tired of hearing about a letter that doesn't exist." Chris all but shouted. I jumped, and stopped in my tracks. Chris continued to walk off, and after taking a breath I hurried after him for what felt like the zillionth time.
I found him standing by the plexiglass wall. On the other side were a bunch of machines, so I knew where we were.
"Hey sweetheart. I didn't expect to see you until tonight." A pretty auburn hair woman said, stepping out to give Chris a hug.
"Wish it was for a better reason. I need a faovr." The woman nodded.
He looked around, and when he saw me he pointed at me.
"This crazy woman is claiming to be my sister, because of a letter she found in her dead dad's belongings."
"Can you show some respect? I know you didn't know him, but he passed away from murder." I reprimanded him knowing, it wasn't the best choice, but I couldn't help it. The way that he was talking about my father, the one who raised me, was pissing me off.
"So, people die every day? Should I feel bad about all of them?" The woman looked at Chris with a frown.
"Chris…" She started, btu he cut her off.
"Can you test our blood, and tell her we are not related, so she'll leave my family alone?" She nodded, and began to speak.
"Yes, I will run the test, but I can't promise you'll get the results you want. You two do look very similar." She didn't give him a chance to retort as she went to collect her supplies. I sat down in the small, plastic uncomfortable chairs silently and Chris reached up to roll up his sleeves.
The woman who I have yet to be properly introduced to returned, and looked between us.
"So, who wants to go first?" She asked.
"I will." I said, and lifted the edge of my sleeve up, and she placed the tourniquet around my bicep.
Once she was done drawing my blood, the woman, who introduced herself as Brianna Morris, said she would rush the results. She told us that she would have the results in half an hour. After everything Chris said to me since I met him, I didn't want to be near him.
"I need to use the bathroom. Brianna, can you tell me where the bathroom is, please?"
"Of course." She gave me directions. I thanked her, and headed away from Chris. I got to the bathroom, and immediately ran the water in the sink. I splashed my face with cold water, while my mind raced.
'Do I want to be related to someone who treats a stranger this way? If he is my brother, do I want him in my life? Is this how the entire family is?'
I never got the chance to think about it, because just then I sensed a presence behind me. I whipped my head around just in time to see a creature with black and red skin, and horns coming out of his skull. I went to kick out to defend myself, and that's when I felt the pain in my head. Then all I saw was black.