A/N Welcome everyone!

I've been skulking around the Twilight pages for a while now and had this idea that I couldn't get rid of... what if there were other things out there in the Twilight universe other than vampires and shifters? Surely there could be other things too? And what if Bella was one of them, and that's why Edward couldn't read her thoughts? Of course, as soon as I made Bella a witch, she was so OOC that I just decided to rewrite her as an entirely new character. So sorry to all you Edward/Bella fans, but this is going to be incredibly different. We'll see how receptive everyone is... hopefully the hate isn't too overwhelming haha.

I have a playlist for this story! Let me know if you're at all interested in that. And PM/review me any questions or concerns you have, too. I have most of the story written out already, and I plan on posting it regardless of if I have an audience or not. I always appreciate suggestions, though!

Just roll with me on this, it's gonna be fun ;)

I'd always had a feeling that I would die an unnatural death. As a witch, it was almost a guarantee—we tend to have a pretty good sixth sense. I remember the first time I had the feeling.

It was the first time I met my mother's boyfriend.

When I was 12, she introduced me to Ash. He seemed normal enough to me; Ash was epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. The moment I looked at him, however, I was overcome with a sense of dread. Meeting this man had put me on death's radar, and it would come for me sooner rather than later.

My mother must have realized it too. I didn't associate this feeling with Ash though. It felt more like a coincidence to me. I could still feel it even when he wasn't around. As a matter of fact, I actually liked the man well enough. Still, Mother never let us be around each other for very long. Our interactions were mainly greetings and small talk. Despite dating Ash for years, he never stayed at our house. Sometimes she would stay with him, but we weren't allowed to be around each other for too long.

That feeling never went away, even though I did.

As a matter of fact, it had only gotten stronger after I moved. It was easy enough for me to ignore, especially as I focused on learning magic instead of simply relying on intuition as Mom had me do for the first 16 years of my life.

So now, as I stared death in the face, I couldn't help but feel a bit proud of myself. I'd never had much confidence in my powers. My family name and legacy, maybe. But not in me.

He slowly began to move towards me, smirk plastered on his smug, pale face. He was a predator in the truest sense of the word. I was undeniably his prey.

I hated him. He ruined everything. Worse, he put everyone I cared about in danger. Maybe I didn't have confidence before, but I was different now.

He would kill me, but I would destroy him.