One Winged Angel

Summary: Bella thought she was hallucinating when she saw a hand come through her mirror. But when she checks it out, she trips, thinking she'll crash and shatter her mirror but instead she falls into it and into another place. ExB, JxA, RxEm. AU/AH. Possible lemons, language. Romance/Drama/Fantasy

Chapter 1 - Thin Glass.

Jukebox: Guilty Pleasure - BECCA

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Bella's P.o.V

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I fell to the ground, landing on my hands and knees, trying to cough out the smoke and blood. After a couple moments, I looked up and around, taking in the scene unfolding around me. There was blood and bodies everywhere. Dead or alive, I had no clue anymore. Many were lost from both sides. I was brought back to reality by the deep gash on the inside of my thighs. Hissing, I pressed my hand tightly to the wound, ready to heal it but my eyes landed to the guy in front of me.

My mouth moved to call out his name but I couldn't hear myself. His eyes were shadowed over by bronze locks. But that's not where I was looking. My eyes were fixed on the Kit Rae Kilgorin: Sword of Darkness, stabbed through his stomach, locking him to a large oak tree behind him. Alarm bells went off in my head at the blood pooling beneath him. I desperately crawled forward, placing my hands around the sword, intending to heal the wound to stop most of the bleeding but his hand gripped mine, shaking his head.

I scream out again but no sound came out. By now tears were streaming down my cheeks. This armor suddenly felt all too heavy, the Eye of Drakonus daggers feeling like they weigh a ton in their sheaths on my hips. I got up and tried shouting out for help but no one came. Everyone else was fighting their own battles.

I heard someone coming behind me and I whirled around. This male also had his face shadowed over with his shaggy black bangs. He wore black battle armor with gold swirls and spirals. He was talking to me but I couldn't hear a word he was saying but I spoke back. He frowned, tilting his head to the side, sighing. And all of a sudden he whipped out his sword, similar to the one trapping the other guy to the tree, and aimed for him again, but this time at his arm.

I opened my mouth to scream but I was met with silence. Pushing myself forward to block the attack. I first felt the weapon cut into my back, coming out through the middle of my chest. My eyes had widened as I tried coughing up the blood. The pain felt like nothing I've ever felt before. The guy behind me was talking and I turned around, watching him with killing intent. He looked like it was pity that I got in the way, but he also looked hurt. But that didn't matter now. I felt my blood bumping faster than usual, harsher. The blade that was through me shattered into a million pieces, the wound closing, healing in seconds. I clenched my teeth together, letting out a growl, I think. Then I shot forward, ready to kill.

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"Ahh!" I struggled to sit up in bed, panting, beads of sweat rolling down my face. It felt as if my heart would pop out of my chest, it was beating so fast. I glanced at the time.

6:45 AM

I counted down the five minute mark and my cellphone rang loudly, a hyper-like tune playing. Picking it up, I flipped it open, placed it against my ear and sighed.

"Again?"

"Yeah, Alice. I had the same dream."

"That's just too weird, Bella. Maybe you should get help?"

"I don't think they have anything where I could take pills to have a dreamless sleep. Plus, a psychiatrist would just sum it up as stress, or something."

"I tried." She sang on the other line and I resisted the urge to sigh again.

"I know, I'm sorry. But this has been going on for a month now and I'm slowly going insane. You have no idea how much I miss sleeping in."

"Take sleeping pills?"

"Tried that. I still wake up at six forty-five. And I can't even get to sleep after, the dream is just too graphic."

"Hypnosis?"

"I do not even go there. I'd like to know what's going around me."

"Well since you're up now, let's make breakfast for dad."

"Don't you mean me? I know you're going back to sleep." There was a cheerful laughter on the other line before it went dead.

Blinking a couple times, I snapped my phone shut and placed it on the night table. I swung my legs to the side, off my bed, and stretched them, letting out a groan as a few bones cracked. I then stood and walked over to the wall beside my door, flipping the light switch open. I was temporarily blinded, blinking multiple times just to get semi-used to the light. Everything looked normal in my room. A single bed with dark blue sheets, pillow cases and blanket. The floor was rugged, making it easier to wake up in the morning without freezing you feet. A dresser, a closet, a large oval body length mirror, TV and a desk for my laptop.

Doing a look over once more, I stepped outside my room and glared towards the door next to mine. 'Damn you, Alice.' I thought childishly before making my way to the bathroom down the hall. I flipped the switch on, grabbing my toothbrush and paste over to the shower. I turned the water on, waiting until the temperature was just right before pulling up the nub, transferring the water from the tap to the shower head. Quickly as possible, I stripped and got in. I washed myself with my favorite body wash, which smelt like lilies and vanilla. Next was my hair, which I washed with Pantine's Full and Thick, while I brushed my teeth. Multitasking saves time.

I emerged from that bathroom within ten minutes of using it and walked back to my room. I headed straight for my dresser, pulling out a light blue t-shirt that had a cartoon cupcake on the front, smiling, and a pair of blue jeans. I opened another drawer to pull out a pair of clean white panties and socks. After getting dressed, I wrapped the towel around my head, much too lazy to dry it properly, before heading out my room and down the steps.

The sun was already trying to soak in through out curtains. I walked over to the living room and tugged down hard on the blind cords, causing the sun to shine right in my eyes, blinding myself for the the second time that morning.

After the black and white spots were gone I headed over to the kitchen and turned on the stove before going the fridge, getting out ingredients to make an baloney and cheese omelet. I reached for the radio, turning it on so I could listen to the news while I did my daily routine for the past month.

"-- And there was yet another thunderstorm in Buffalo, causing multiple blackouts and houses to catch on fire from appliances. It seems that almost every two weeks a thunder storm happens in buffalo and is edging closer and closer to New York. Specialists are quickly trying to find out what exactly is causing these thunder storms to be so frequent before anymore damage can be done. In other news --"

I turned it off, thinking it was too depressing for a early morning but nothing in the world was perfect. Like my damn dreams.

Just as I finished placing the golden brown omelet onto a plate, Charlie came down the stairs, dressed in a blue and brown plaid unbuttoned dress shirt, with a white undershirt under it, and brown slacks. He's an archaeologist so it varies how long he'll be gone. One time he was gone for two months, it was lucky that Alice and I had jobs to buy food, not that we run out since Charlie bought plenty to last six months. Even though we're loaded, we live in a normal house and have normal things. Charlie wants to save up his money for Alice's and my college fund, which he seemed kind of edgy about, for some reason. But today he was going back to the dunes, saying that he has something very important to find, a project he assigned himself.

"Breakfast smells good as usual, Bells." He took a quick whiff and sighed. I gave a small smile and set the plate on the table, along with a glass of orange juice, a fork and knife. He sat down, thanked me, and began eating in earnest.

I looked up at the time and realised that there was half an hour left until school. Time to wake up Alice. She loved getting her sleep and doing things are the last minute. Lucky little --

Soon I was knocking on her bedroom door. Moments later, she came out wearing a black shirt with a white undershirt that reached her elbows, faded blue jeans and her pack sack slung over her thin shoulder. I lightly snorted, giving her a smile. As usual, she used her stealthy ways to shower, dress up and apply light make-up while I made Charlie's breakfast. Her hair was jet black, having light tints of blue in it and was spiked at the back. Her hazel eyes wide and expressive.

"Good morning," Alice chirped, showing off her pearly whites. "I have a feeling that today is going to be a good day. I'm going to give dad a quick kiss before he leaves again for who knows how long."

"Okay, I'm just going to grab my bag and I'll join you shortly."

"Okay, but hurry. You know how dads mind is like scrambled eggs at times, forgetting to say goodbye before he leave." She laughed sadly and dashed towards and down the stairs.

I watched her bounce down the stairs like the little ball of energy that was she before giving my head a quick shake. I turned to my right and opened my bedroom door, scanning quickly before spotting my yellow bag sitting against the end of my bed post. Walking over, I scooped it up and over my right shoulder and headed back to the door before giving my room one last scan. Everything was in place. I grabbed onto the door handle and turned to shut the door behind me but movement from the corner of my eye caused me to stop.

I stared, wide-eyed as half a arm was sticking out of my body length mirror. My breathing stopped when I watched the pale hand moved a bit and began to grasp at the air. I made the mistake of blinking and it was suddenly gone as soon as it was there. A million things ran through my head but I couldn't pick one out, couldn't understand them. None of this made sense. You don't just see a arm poke out from your mirror every day. In fact, an arm shouldn't be poking out at all!

"Bella! Dad just left and we have to get to school!" Alice's voice rang out, breaking me from my thoughts and bringing me back down to reality.

"Just.. an illusion. I'm working too hard, that's all.. " I concluded. I really had to ask Jessica's mom to lessen my hours at the store.

I slammed my door shut, with more more force then needed, knocking down a picture frame off the wall.

"Ah!"

"Bella? You okay?"

"Yeah, sorry. Accidentally knocked off moms picture.. " I picked up the frame, grateful that the glass didn't shatter into pieces. I stared at the picture of my mother. She had died giving birth to me. That's what Charlie told me so I don't have any memories of her. In the picture, she wore her auburn hair down, letting it flow past her shoulder in waves, her wise brown eyes gazing into your soul. She wore a dark purple and brown shirt that looked to be at least a couple hundred years old but Charlie had said she always liked exotic clothing. She smiled, showing off laugh lines but now that I looked closer, her eyes seemed a little tense, worried. Charlie also said this was the last picture take before she died. Maybe she knew she wasn't going to make it.

"Bella! I'd like to get to class on time, Mrs. Newton's detentions aren't exactly my favorite part of the school year!"

That made me shiver physically. In Mrs. Newton's detentions, she made you sweep, mop and polish the gymnasium floors and clean the boys and girls bathroom. She was strict for a gym teacher and she loved 'her baby', also known as, 'her gym', to be squeaky clean before closing up. Alice and I learned the hard way when we were half an hour late one morning, barging through the gym doors, our shoes covered in mud while other students stopped their soccer game to stare at us. Mrs. Newton then gave us a ten minute lecture, gave us our detention slips and sent us off the wait on the benches until the rest of the class was over. But luckily three other kids got detention as well so we split up all the work.

"Coming!" Swiftly placing the picture frame back up on the wall, I clung to my pack sack strap and quickly jogged down the steps.

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Panting heavily, Alice and I made it out of the dressing room ten seconds before Mrs. Newton walked in, eyeing everyone suspiciously. She went into her office for a brief moment before coming out with a clip board and red pen. Then one by one, she called out the students names, keeping her voice tight and professional. We had been to taught to raise our hand and say 'here' or 'present'. Alice swore that Mrs. Newton was most likely in the military before. After calling out everyone's names, she chewed the end of the pen, noticing that one or two students weren't here.

"Alright. I want ten laps around the gym in fifteen minutes. Go!" She picked the whistle up that was tied loosely around her neck and blew into it good and hard, sending most of us scrambling off to get ten laps done. She must have been having a good day. Usually on a bad day, it was fifteen laps in ten minutes. Or worse, ten laps in five minutes.

"I wonder what made her day so early in the morning. There was at least three students missing today." Alice commented, keeping a light paced jog beside me. I only shrugged.

"No idea."

"Hey girls." I mentally groaned but forced a smile.

"Hi, Mike." Alice and I said at the same time, making room for the teen to come in between us.

"Hey, Mike, what's gotten into your mom? She's usually such a grouch in the morning but she's taking an easy on us." He laughed and shook his head.

"Moms like a she-devil at school but at home, she's like the perfect little wife around my dad. They always act like they're on their first date or something, it gets annoying. But this morning he surprised her with a Pot of Gold chocolate box and white roses. He randomly buys stuff for her like a lovesick puppy, it makes me embarrassed to be around them." He then laughed uncomfortably and looked at me, flashing a overly-friendly smile. He was exactly like one of those lovesick puppies he talks about. For me. Hypocrite.

I honestly don't know how Mike came to like me in the first place. Must have started when Alice and I came here for freshman year. At first he was friendly as a friend could be. Then in sophomore year he began buying my lunch for me, offering to go out for pizza with him sometimes. Now in junior year he's buying me gifts here and there. Sometimes a necklace, bracelets, teddy bears, flowers and even asking me to dinner at some expensive sounding restaurant. But I clearly refused them all, especially when the looks Jessica would me, scaring me half to death just when I looked in her direction.

Jessica Stanley. She's had long golden brown hair that was tied in a high pony tail. Her hazel eyes as sharp as a cats. She was childhood friends with Mike, backing him up whenever he seemed to be in a bind. She also happened to be the teachers pet, sucking up whenever she could. Mrs. Newton loved her and made no move to hide it, trying to urge her son to ask her out already. Whenever Mike would ask me out, Jessica showed up out of no where, always having an excuse to haul him away, which I was thankful for.

"So Bella.. do you have free time after school? Maybe we could --" I quickly cut him off, shattering any hope he had,

"Sorry Mike. Lately Mrs. Stanley has been giving me more work hours."

"That's right, Mike. Bella's too busy to hang out with us much anymore. Say, how about you and I --" Jessica had shoved her way in beside me, linking arms with Mike and slowed him down to her turtle like pace, all of this happening in less then twenty seconds.

"I don't know whether to be thankful or mad at her. She saves me from having to turn him down but too busy to hang out'? I can still hang out on weekends and there are rare moments when her mom lets me have a day off." I worried my bottom lip, trying to think of the last day I have been given off.

"Hey, Bella, don't you think it's weird that since Mike started giving you nice gifts and asking you out, that you got most shifts at work? Don't you think that's Jessica's doing?" I pondered at the idea. The timing did seem perfect..

"You're probably right. Ugh, what a pain. Jessica can be such a nice person but at other times, she can be so sneaky I wish she would be a little more obscure about it. Oh well, I guess I could use the few extra bucks."

"True. Now let's save our breath, we still have.. six more laps to go with seven minutes to spare. We're going to pick up our pace at the fifth lap if we want to make it on time." I groaned but nodded in agreement, shutting my trap.

By the time we finished out ten laps, my feet, legs, lungs and throat were burning. This was clearly torture to do so early in the morning. We finished twenty seven seconds before the time was up. Who ever didn't get their laps done in time had to do an extra three. Jessica's shocked look almost made me grin but I held back, walking off the run with Alice. After another five minutes, Mrs. Newton had gotten out a soccer ball, tossing it from one hand to the other.

"Now, now, ladies. We're not through working with out muscles yet! We're going to play soccer for the rest of the period. Ladies against the Gents. You have five minutes to gather into your respective teams and plan out your strategy. Go!" She blew the whistle she loved for much and everyone scrambled to get on either side of the court.

As usually, everyone decided that Alice was the captain. She may be a little on the short side but she had wits and agility. Mrs. Newton made sure to recruit her for the soccer tournament every year and successfully bringing the school a trophy every time.

Alice planned out every one's positions, always making sure to bench me because she knew how much I hated and sucked at sports. And Mrs. Newton agreed since she only gave me half marks for benching at soccer games. I watched Alice turn into the born leader that she was, pointing to who should go where. And exactly five minutes later, the whistle was blown and the games began. It made me a little jealous that she can lead a soccer team but I can't even lead a group of gamers on an online game. I tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ball but Mrs. Newton stood in my view, hands on hips.

"Don't think I'll always let you sit on the bench and do nothing. Time for some chores." I held back the groan. I got up and followed her into her office. "I want you to mark the freshmens fitness exam papers. Even if they made one spelling mistake, take off points."

"Yes ma'am." She nodded and left to go keep score of the game. Grabbing a red pen from her goofy animal pen holder, I took the answer sheet and began marking the freshmans papers.

By the time the period ended, I was only half way through and my wrist was already sore. Getting up, I set the pen down and made my way out of the office and over to the girls changing room. Alice was already changed back into her normal clothes and was waiting for me by my locker. I gave an apologetic smile before quickly changing into my own clothes.

"I'm just going to look in the mirror to make sure my make-up isn't smudged. Sweating that much for a soccer game should be illegal, the boys really didn't show mercy this time. I was surprised that it all came down to a tie." She laughed lightly and made her way over to the mirrors. I watched as she brushed her bangs a bit from her face and touched the back of her hair, making sure it was still spiky.

The thought of mirrors made me remember what happened this morning. 'I can't believe I forgot something like that.. or maybe I was really just dreaming.. but still.. ' I was so deep in though that I didn't realise Alice came to my side and noticed I didn't acknowledged her until she poked my cheek.

"Huh, what?" I looked to one side then the other.

"You're acting strange."

"Oh, yeah. Uhm, not really feeling well. Probably missing dad." I hated lying to her but I had to check for myself. "Can you make up an excuse for me? I think I'm going to call it a day."

"Oh, sure. Period cramps always gets them." She grinned and wished me good luck and to get well soon.

I called a taxi from the school, not wanting to wait any longer to check out the mirror. It began eating away at my brain. If I hadn't been busy in gym class, I would have most likely gone nuts by now from thinking about that damn arm through my mirror.

The cab stopped in front of the house and I gave him ten dollars, telling him to keep the tip since the change was only a dollar twenty-seven. I dashed towards the door, getting my house key out of my pocket, fumbling with it until I finally got it through the key hole and pushed open. After closing and locking it behind me, I took off my runners and sped upstairs, dropping my pack sack along the way. I sent Alice a text to tell her I was home before chucking the phone onto my bed. I stared at the mirror hard. Long and hard.

It seemed normal, ordinary. It was actually pretty old, or so Charlie said. He was it was my great grandmothers. Then my grandma's then passed down to my mother. He said that he was sorry that mom couldn't pass on the tradition to me but I told him not to worry about it. It was just an old mirror. It was oval, metal lining the glass and metal designed vines danced on the outside with a few bronze leaves.

I took a few steps forward, feeling my heart quicken. I didn't know what I was so afraid of. Maybe I was half expecting an arm, or a whole bunch of them, to pop out and grab me. But as I came closer, nothing happened. Now, standing directly in front of it, I didn't know what I had been so afraid of. I let out a low chuckle and extending my hand to touch the thin glass.

But as my hand got close to it, it began to glow a light blue. The feeling was warm and tingling my finger tips but I didn't pay attention to it. I watched with wide eyes as the blue glow outlined my hand, seeming to grow brighter.

"What the.. "

Believing that it's all because of this mirror, I used my hand that was glowing to push it away, hoping to shatter it. But instead, my hand went right through it, causing me to lose my balance and stumble forward. I was expecting that this would bring the mirror to its death but instead the blue glow covered me in the warm tingling feeling.

And I fell through and into the mirror.

It looked as if I was in space for a split second before there was a bright flash and I was suddenly falling forward. The first thing I noticed was I was falling down onto clouds. But not just any clouds. They were purple clouds. I let out a blood curling scream as I thought that I was going to pass through these clouds then crash down to Earth in a couple nanoseconds. Thoughts of Alice, Charlie and mom ran through my head. But instead of falling through the clouds, I landed on them. Hard.

"O-ouch!" I furiously rubbed my chin as the nerves went into shock before quickly throbbing painfully. Looking down again, my heart quickened at the thought of falling through. I placed my hand down but was met with a flat, solid surface. It was as if the cloud was acting as the ground. A few loud shrills brought me out of my musings and I looked up to see a few young woman dressed in odd clothes.

"Fetch the guards! Report to the king! Someone has fallen through the World Gate Mirror!" One of them shouted, pointing upwards before scampering off.

Sourly, I looked up and indeed. Up there was a mirror that looked exactly like mine. Except this mirror was in the sky.. of in the sky. I had no clue what to call it or this place but I knew I had to hide somewhere. I swiveled my head around before deciding the run through some run down back alleys. I found a damp but large box to hide under. I held my breath when I heard stomps of pass by on the streets, the sounds of "hup-hup-hup" in sync with their steps.

I waited until I couldn't hear them anymore before letting the shock finally settle in.

"What.. the hell just happened?"

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A/N: I actually wanted to finish most of this story before posting it up. But my laptop got a virus, I couldn't access anything. Brought it in, told the dude to delete the problem and he gives me back a clean swiped laptop. Everything gone. The next Blindingly Beautiful chapter.. I was half way done. Well.. at least I did this on my dads laptop.

-sigh- Sorry everyone, things might take awhile.

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