𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐱 𝐎𝐂
❝ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑢𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 ❞
Sabrina Swan was a work of art, a beautifully catastrophic mess of delicate colours and harsh brush strokes. She was the girl that could see the future and ye...
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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 8 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂, 𝙱𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂
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Sabrina sat beside Bella on the Cullens' living room couch with her leg bobbing anxiously and her teeth digging into her bottom lip. It had been weeks since the ordeal with James and the Swan girls had been doing far better. Sure, they still had an injury or two that was taking it's sweet time healing but, on the bright side, they were home and there were no new homicidal vampires out for their blood.
"Okay, you seriously need to chill, B," Benny insisted with slight annoyance as he suddenly materialised in front of the girls.
Yes, that means Bella could see and hear him too.
Yes, there had been a lot of changes taking place over the last few weeks since the hospital.
"You're one to talk," Sabrina retorted, rolling her eyes much like her brother does.
"You're one to talk," Benny mimicked in an annoying high pitched voice.
"Stop it," Sabrina hissed through gritted teeth as Bella watched on with growing amusement.
"Stop it."
Sabrina stood up abruptly, moving to stand right up in Benny's face.
"Cut it out!" Sabrina demanded, stomping her foot and clenching her fists as her frustration caused her to let out a wave of invisible energy.
"Cut it out!"
Swish.
Alice sped into the room just in time to catch the nearby vase that fell off the mantle piece before it cracked into pieces.
With a huff. Alice shot the siblings a look.
"You two really need to be more careful with that," she scolded, referring to the strange new adaptations that Sabrina's abilities had acquired, before zooming off to continue with what she was doing.
Sabrina narrowed her eyes at her smug older brother who could practically already see the smoke coming from his sister's ears. But when another childish idea popped into her head, she was the one with a tiny smirk curling on her lips.
"Benny," she started, as if she were going to scold him.
"Benny," he mimicked.
"Is a stu—"
"Is a stu—"
"—pid knuckled head."
"—pid knu— hey!" He exclaimed, finally catching on to her juvenile scheme.
