We Three Witches (Twilight)

Chapter 1 - We Remember

Forks, WA - 2003

January 20th

The sisters came down the stairs to see Charlie had already left–not that they truly minded. While he was better than their dolt of a mother back in Phoenix, Alice, Rosalie and Bella did not have the patience to pretend to be empty-headed teenagers that early in the morning.

Alice sighed, barely awake from her sleepless night, as she picked up the keys to the truck Charlie had surprised them with. Rosalie had taken an interest in cars during this life and wrinkled her nose at the old thing. Had it been her choice, she definitely would have chosen something...less old. It was falling apart and looked like a strong breeze would blow it apart.

"I'll drive," Alice said. "I doubt this thing—or the town—could handle the way you two drive."

Bella rolled her eyes in response to the sisterly taunt. "It'll do for us now. I'll take the bed." She hoisted herself into the bed of the truck, using the tyre rim as a slight foot hold. "You two ride in the cab."

"Better you than me," Rosalie said, her lip curling in distaste at the dirt in the bed. She may have been born in a time before showers, but Rosalie Catherine Swan was never one to be dirtied–unless she was under the hood of a car.

Bella smirked as Alice started the engine, imagining the reactions they were bound to get from the school populace over their presence and attire.

Bella was wearing an off-the-shoulder, form-fitting black velvet peasant blouse and matching pentagram choker. She had paired it with a pleated black skirt that fell to her mid thigh, fishnet stockings and heeled black ankle boots. Never one for too much make-up, she had simply applied blood red lipstick and black eyeshadow to finish the look.

Alice had chosen a dark blue corset top with lace sleeves and an identical choker to Bella's, paired with black skinny jeans and dark blue heels.

Rosalie, the more ostentatious of the triplets, had gone with a dark, blood red top with off-the-shoulder lace sleeves, a black skirt, stockings and open-toe black Louboutins she had stolen. With the same choker as her sisters, of course.

In Phoenix they had hardly been the 'weirdest' of the populace, but in small town Forks? Small minded heads would roll. But what else could you expect from vengeance-sworn witches reincarnated into the modern bodies of three teenagers determined to burn everything to the ground?

It wasn't long before they pulled into the student lot of Forks High School. Students were already milling around, but the girls didn't mind—they had gotten their schedules days ago to avoid coming in earlier than necessary.

Bella stood gracefully and jumped out of the truck bed, paying no mind to the gawking students. After being burnt at the stake under the gazes of hateful villagers, the open-mouthed stares of bumbling teenagers was nothing.

Bella quirked her lips into a dark smile as her sisters came to stand with her. "Ready?"

Their answering smiles promised vengeance and painful deaths to all who stood in their way. Without further prompting, the trio began walking towards the front building, easily forming a triangle as they did so.

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First period proved to be a bigger bore for the sisters than they had expected. They had been in honours classes back in Phoenix, but Forks High School couldn't afford to pay for the extra teachers, let alone hold the classes. It had begun to look like school would be their main torture in Forks.

By third period—Home Economics–the sisters were ready to kill any number of their classmates—even just for the entertainment of it. Rosalie was drawing the triple homicide of three of their classmates—one of whom had sat at their table and hadn't stopped talking since. She had bouncing curls—none of the sisters had bothered to remember her name—and an equally as buoyant personality.