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angel face. devil thoughts

OPHELIA sat in the back seat of one Charlie Swan's car with Bella, a girl she has been with for the past two months. She's told Bella as much as she could about what and who she is and what she wanted to do. Bella knows that Ophelia is in a revenge mode, but she didn't care, mostly because she would also want to murder someone who would kill one of her family members.

Over the past few weeks, they have actually gotten really close, so close that Ophelia has even considered not ever leaving her. Ophelia thinks of her as a sister she never had. Of course, she has Rebekah, but Rebekah was way too loyal to Klaus in her opinion, and even though they wanted the same thing in life, to have a family and love, they weren't as close as you would think.

Actually, Ophelia wasn't really ever close to any of her siblings because of the fact that they baby her too much, always thinking her of a child even though she's over a thousand years old. She hated it. Atleast Bella treated her like a human, like a companion, not a child who needed to be watched twenty-four-seven. And for that, she was grateful.

"So, how have you two been?" Charlie Swan questioned as he glanced back at his two daughters.

You see, since Bella and Ophelia have gotten really close, Ophelia took it upon herself to compel anyone who knows who Bella is to think she was Bella's twin who has been there all along. The only person she has never compelled is Bella. Bella knows exactly who and what she was, and she accepted her.

"Good. You know, haven't killed anyone lately," Ophelia stated, smirking as she saw Bella's face in the corner of her eyes. "Just kidding. There was actually this one boy who—"

"She's still kidding, Charlie," Bella spoke up for the first time since they arrived to meet up with Charlie. You see, Bella's mom and her boyfriend are traveling for Phil's, her boyfriend's, job. Really, Ophelia didn't care, she just wanted to travel someplace different. She never did like staying in a place too long.

"I know," Charlie whispered to himself. He cleared his throat. "Your hair grew out since the last time I saw you."

Bella nodded, looking out of the window at the passing trees. "Yeah."

"How's your mother?" He questioned, trying to keep the conversation going. He hasn't seen them for years, so, of course he was wanting to continue talking to them.

"She's great," Bella softly spoke, biting her lip as she glanced over at Ophelia who was raising an eyebrow. Ophelia has been trying to get Bella out of her comfort zone more often. She may have stood up for herself when she was attacked by that guy, but, that was the first time she's ever done it, usually she is all quiet and shy, so, Ophelia has made it her opportunity to change her. "Erm, she seems a lot happier with Phil. He's a nice guy."

Charlie nodded. "I bet."

Ophelia scoffed, shaking her head in disappointment as the car went dead silent, the only thing being heard was their breathes. "You humans are so boring and idiotic," she complained as she pulled out her phone. "Pic?" She asked as she turned to Bella who sighed but nodded. Ophelia held up her phone and took a picture of both of them together.

Charlie watched them as they continued to take picture after picture, smiling.

PULLING up to the house, Ophelia wrinkled her nose in disgust at the sight of it, shaking her head. "Oh, no, no, this will not do. I will have to fix it up, don't you agree, Bells?" She turned her head to her 'sister' who pursed her lips.

"I happen to like how it is," Bella stated, defensive.

"It's fine, Bells," Charlie stated, sending both of the girls a smile, not wanting to see them fight within minutes of being with him. "How 'bout I take you both to your room."

"Room?" Ophelia rose her eyebrow before smiling when she saw the glare Bella sent her way. "Okay, let's go." She grabbed both of her suitcases with no problem before she ventured into the house, Bella and Charlie following after her. "Which door is it?"

"Upstairs, go down the hall and it'll be the door to your left," Charlie informed her and she nodded, walking into the room, grimacing at the sight of it. It was a big-ish room. It had enough room for two people, but it was still small compared to all the others room's she has had over her lifetime.

"This'll have to do." She sighed, placing her suitcases on one of the beds that was set up in the room.

"I'll leave you both to it." Charlie smiled and left Bella and Ophelia alone in the room.

"Can you please at least try and be nicer!" Bella snapped, throwing her suitcases down on the other bed. "Charlie is doing the nice thing by allowing us to stay here while our — my — mom is with Phil."

"Oh, love, you know I can't be nice," Ophelia stated, dusting off her hands. "We're gonna have to get rid of this dark I'm-depressed-look. We should paint the room white, make it more elegant. Maybe have our names above our beds and hang up lights and pictures just for the aesthetic." She smiled at the thought, but Bella was still glaring. "Chill, Hells Bells." She groaned when she realized Bella wasn't going to back down. "I won't be nice, but I'll be nicer."

"Thank you." Bella smiled. "That's all I wanted — you trying."

Ophelia faked a smile just as they heard a car pull up on the driveway. They moved towards the window over looking the driveway, finding a boy helping an old man onto a wheel chair.

"Ugh. More people," Ophelia complained, wrinkling her nose as she smelt something weird. She shrugged it off and followed after Bella who had grabbed her hand, leading them both outside.

"Hey, Bells, Phelia'," Charlie greeted, stopping Ophelia in her tracks. She looked to Charlie and couldn't help but smile. No one other than Kol had called her 'Phelia. Instead of being angry and killing Charlie for calling something only her favorite sibling called her, she smiled a real smile and faced the two strangers who were looking at her with curious eyes.

"Hi," She greeted them. "I'm Ophelia, Bella's twin. Long lost, actually. They gave me up because they couldn't take care of us both," She explained, smiling.

"Oh," the old man whispered, glancing to Charlie who nodded. "Nice to meet you. I see that you aren't like miss little Bella over there who is as shy as a kitten."

"Not with me around." Ophelia smirked. "I've been making her into a little devil, haven't I, love?"

Bella grumbled, entwining their arms so that she could keep Ophelia on a slight leash. "Don't mind her, she's crazy."

"I am not bloody crazy!" Ophelia defended herself before she tilted her head slightly. "Okay... I might be, just a little bit though." That made everyone chuckle.

"How are you british if you're Bella's twin?" The young boy by the old man, questioned. He had long brown hair that went down to his arse. He had dark chocolate brown eyes that stared at her in suspicion.

"Well, I was raised in England," She stated, smirking. "Just because I am Bella's sister doesn't mean I have to speak exactly like her." She tilted her head as she looked at the tan old man and young boy. "Who are you, anyway?"

Charlie placed his hand on Ophelia's shoulder, smiling. "This is Billy Black and his son, Jacob."

Ophelia nodded, humming, looking at both of them. Bella nudged her in the side, giving her a look. "Nice to meet you both.... I guess."

"So what do you think of your homecoming gift?" Charlie asked Bella as he put his hand on the ugly arse orange truck that was in the driveway.

"This?" Bella pointed at the truck before smiling.

"Just brought it off Billy here," Charlie commented as he looked down at Billy.

"I rebuilt the engine and—" Jacob was cut off by a beaming Bella.

"It's perfect!" She exclaimed, smiling widely at Jacob as Ophelia grimaced, regretting leaving her car behind in Arizona. Bella rushed to the truck, opening the door, hitting a eager Jacob who wanted to join her.

Ophelia let out a loud, booming laugh before she held up a finger. "This has been all fun and stuff, but I'm gonna go back in my room, unpack, then take a nice, long soothing bath." She waved at the four of them. "Toodles." She then turned around and went inside.