Witch Hunt

Chapter 1

A headache throbs behind my eyes at the child screaming a few seats down from me, and nausea rolls sickeningly in my stomach as the plane shudders, causing the seatbelt light flash on.

All in all, I'm having a very crappy day as of yet.

I close my eyes, pressing my forehead into the small, cool, window that is all that the airplane offers in the stuffy, metal death trap.

I think it's safe to say that I don't like planes all that much.

"Please stay in your seats, we will be landing in about five minutes," a flight attendant chimes pleasantly over the intercom.

I groan as my seat shudders again, clutching my necklace. It's a nervous habit that I've picked up in this past year, and I clutch it tightly until the edges dig into my palm.

I only relax when the plane comes to a complete stop and the doors open.

I sigh in relief, forcing myself to stand still as the line slowly flows toward the exit, and I look around for Charlie.

"Bells!" I turn, easily finding the familiar face in the crowd and allow myself to grin at seeing him.

"Dad!" I greet, taking his awkward hug in stride. "Come on, I still have to pick up my bags."

He follows me silently to the baggage claim looking rather pleased.

Finally, my bags come into sight and Charlie reaches down to snag them.

"Oh, not that one," I say when he reaches down to grab a two foot, ancient looking chest. I snag it, pulling the heavy weight into my arms. "I got this one."

He looks curious, but doesn't say anything as he leads me to the familiar police cruiser.

"We never could get that open, why'd you bring it?" He asks, glancing obviously at the three locks latching it shut.

I slide into the passenger seat as he throws my bags in the trunk and sits down in the driver's side.

"It's the only thing I've got of them, y'know?"

He nods, seemingly understanding, and pulls out of the airport parking lot.

Renee and Charlie had told me I was adopted as a baby when I was ten, saying how my parents died in a gas leak explosion and that this was the only thing left of them.

For the longest time, no one could open it. Until I did, last year.

I run my fingers over the carvings absently, staring out the windows at the grey sky that constantly weeps.

"I, uh, got you a welcome home gift since you're moving in."

"Dad, you didn't have to," I blush, turning to face him. His own cheeks are slightly pink.

"It's no big deal, really. You'll need to get to school somehow and I got it really cheep."

My jaw drops in disbelief. "You got me a car?"

"Well, not exactly. I remember that you were really interested in it, and you just got your license for it, so-"

We pull up into a familiar soggy driveway, and my eyes widen excitedly as I launch out of the cruiser before it could come to a full stop.

"You got me a bike?!"

Standing there getting a little wet, is a shiny black motorcycle.

I practically tackle Charlie in a hug as he rounds the side of his car with my two bags.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I chant, squeezing him tightly as he chuckles.

"Someone was throwing it out so I took it over to my friend Billy's- you know his son Jake? He is building his own car from scratch and I asked him to build it back up and paid for any new parts that he might have needed. He was ecstatic for a challenge."

"It's beautiful," I admit, turning to admire my new bike hungrily.

"There's a tarp that I got that you can throw over it so it doesn't rust. I'll go put your bags in your room."

I rub my necklace as I look over my amazing gift, thinking of ways I could make it better. I like the color a lot, but maybe paint a symbol on the side.

After a thorough inspection, I throw the tarp over it, grab my trunk from where I left it in the passenger seat, and go into the house.

I lug it up the stairs, huffing and puffing, until I set it on the bed where it bounces slightly.

The room is just how I left it years ago when I used to come to Forks, Washington every summer. I used to hate it here with all the rain and cloudy skies and small town people where everyone knows everyone. Now it's kind of a relief to be away from Arizona and Renee who hovers.

I can't even remember all the times this past year that she's almost caught me doing...something that would make her flip out.

Charlie appears at the door as I start putting my clothes into drawers and hanging them in the closet.

"Does pizza sound good for dinner?" He asks.

"Sounds good," I say. "But I'm telling you now that we aren't going to eat takeout every night. I'll start cooking dinners since we both know that the only thing you can make are eggs," I tease and he rolls his eyes.

"Fine, if you make a list, I'll drop by the store tomorrow."

"Great," I smile as he turns to walk out the door. "Oh- by the way, are you still using the basement for absolutely nothing?" I ask innocently.

"Yeah, why?"

"Can I have it?" I ask, pulling my best puppy dog eyes that I can manage.

He wavers slightly under my stare.

"Sure, do what ever you want to it." He relents fairly quickly. I probably didn't even need to do the puppy eyes.

"Thank you daddy!" I say, smiling brightly.

He rolls his eyes and walks out of the room to order pizza.

A/N: So, another story that I started a long time ago and never finished. Please let me know what you guys think.

~Silver~