We Three Witches (Twilight)

When La Push Comes to La Shove Part 2

Bella's POV

March 13th, 2003

"Well you look like shit."

And I feel it too.

My head both pounded and felt like it was wrapped in thick cotton. My mouth tasted like dirt and I'd spent more time bent over the toilet bowl than I ever had drinking at this point. In short, I felt like death.

I opened my eyes blearily to pout at Angela like my head wasn't auditioning for Nickelback. "I'm bored. Dad grounded me."

She stepped into my room, closing the door behind her and held out a tupperware container. Full of chocolate chip cookies.

"I love you."

Angela sat beside me on my bed. "I know you're talking to the cookies, but I'll take it."

It had been two days since my drinking episode in La Push, and I was still feeling the after effects. Yes, Dad had grounded me to keep me at home, but I doubted I could have left even if he'd let me. Just the idea of going outside made me want to throw up again.

So apparently my platonic soulmate had decided to come to me. Thank the gods.

"I have enough love in my heart for both of you," I assured her as I snatched the container out of her hands and began devouring the cookies.

"Um, Bella?"

"Hmmm?" Sweet Circe and the gods of baking; fuck these are good!

Fate was right as always—Angela was the perfect match for me. Her baking made me want to die of happiness. Wait, was she talking?

"Why is there a cauldron bubbling over blue fire in your room?"

I glanced up. "Oh that's just a salve I'm making. The blue fire is Daímonas Fotiá, otherwise known as Hell Fire."

"Oh— WHAT?"

"Oh it's not dangerous." I thought about it for a second. "...right now, anyway. Daímonas Fotiá is a preferred type of fire for making potions that need to be cooked. It only burns or heats up what the person who made the fire intends it to," I assured her as I got up to stir the salve. "While making the fire, I intended it only to heat the salve to the necessary temperature.''

"Huh." She leaned back against my pillows. "What's the salve for? Did you get hurt when you were drunk?"

"No. One of the women down at the reservation was mauled by a bear, and because Billy Black is too fucking stupid to get his people alternative treatment other than the hospital, her scars are terrible. The salve will heal the wound completely." I shrugged. When the salve began to turn a light blue I tilted my head towards the herb shelf above my bed. "Mind handing me the blue mint leaves?"

"So you're just giving her this? Did she ask for it?" Angela stood up on my bed and grabbed them from the shelf.

"Well, yeah. Why not? And no she didn't ask for it but I hardly think anyone would want four slash marks across their face. Putting on makeup would be such a bitch." I took the leaves and began crushing them in a mortar before scraping them into the cauldron. When Angela didn't say anything, I glanced back to see her smiling. I narrowed my eyes. "What's that look for?"

She shrugged, her smile only growing. "I just think it's nice. You're doing something for someone else because you want to."

I scoffed. "I am not. I'm being completely selfish here." I snatched up the aloe, glaring at her and began dicing it. "Hand me the saffron, but be careful it's stupidly expensive. I swear I'm going to start growing my own." The blue colour deepened to a nice even royal blue; the end result would have an iridescent look to it.