Wyld Child

Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight but I'd like to.

Ch. 11: Not in Kansas Anymore

APOV (Angela)

I had a massive headache and I felt it was going to explode any second. It seemed as if in the blink of an eye, up became down, down up, white turned to black and day was now night. My life had become so surreal because I wasn't in Kansas anymore. Seattle – The Emerald City – was not too far away, maybe I had a chance of escaping this madhouse and finding a Wizard that might send me back home. I came out of that weird fever and all sorts of funky crap from my nightmares were clawing at me so I screamed but instead of help, the proverbial rug was pulled out from under me.

Bella snapped a silver bracelet around my wrist and the hallucinations vanished but then she told me that they weren't hallucinations. I'd noticed that we weren't in my room because the bed was too soft and the décor was way too stylish for my house. Dr. Cullen was standing close to the bed then I saw that Alice and the rest of her family had crowded into the room so I guessed I'd been so sick that my mom had let them move me to their house until I was better. The brunette girl had basically ordered most of the others to leave and now there was only me, her, Mom and Mrs. Cullen.

"Baby, I need to tell you something that might upset you but you have to believe that everything is going to be okay," Mom started and I noticed that she looked sicker than before.

Then she proceeded to warp my sense of reality by telling me that I was some kind of half-breed Fairy with little control over my Glamour, whatever the Hell that was. The man that was my father was actually the mortal vessel of my biological father's living essence and Bella was my, gay, slightly older half-sister who was the Soul Mate of my best friend – who was a vampire like the rest of her family. I also had to keep everything a secret from my dad because he didn't remember/know anything about his true nature. To top off the craziness, I was also apparently some sort of Royalty. Could my life get anymore fucked up, I thought as I fought to preserve what little sanity I had left.

Mom looked worn out by the time she finished telling me about my "Birthright" and needed to go lay down. Mrs. Cullen went down to get me something to eat after my stomach growled loudly, much to my embarrassment. Sadness was the first emotion that hit me after she'd shut the door. I picked up a picture of my family off the nightstand next to the bed and cried over how perfect our lives had been.

"It'll take a little while to adjust but everything will get better," Bella attempted to sooth me but I wasn't having it.

"How the fuck can you sit here and spew that crap to me? My mom is dying, I'm a half-breed magical creature and I can't tell my dad anything because he doesn't know the truth. He's my hero, Bella, and soon he's going to be all I have left and I'm going to have to constantly lie to him! So, you tell me exactly how everything is going to get better," I spat as the sadness was replaced by a burning anger and the other girl turned away from me but not before I saw the lone tear trail down her cheek.

"At least our father knows who you are. He cared enough to surrender his mantle for a time so that you would know that you were cherished, loved and protected," Bella whispered sadly just before she slipped out of the room and left me alone.

I stared at the door and the anger faded into the background as guilt nearly crushed me. The last moments before I'd collapsed from my fever played out in my head; I'd fallen into Bella's arms and she looked both panicked and determined but there had been something else in her eyes as well. Then there was the way that she gently held me as if I was something precious. The very last memory was of the tender kiss the brunette had placed on my forehead before she'd left my room. In hindsight, I now understood that Bella had known who I was from the moment she met me.

My sister hadn't just been offering me comfort a few minutes ago but was letting me know that I wasn't alone in this. That she'd be by my side to guide me but I'd rejected her out of spite because my illusions about myself and the world had been busted. I needed to apologize but I doubted that I was going to be getting out of bed for at least another day. Mrs. Cullen came in carrying a tray with a bowl of chicken noodle soup, a grilled turkey and cheese sandwich and a steaming cup of tea. She'd seen my expression and sat down next to the bed after handing me the tray of food.

While I ate, she explained a few things about Bella's childhood and I felt guiltier. Our father hadn't really known how to raise a girl and being a Wyld Child hadn't helped her. It wasn't fair, my sister struggled with hatred and abuse most of her life; the only time she'd felt love and happiness were those times she visited her mother. I, on the other hand, had lived with the exact opposite; I'd been raised with loving, supportive, parents and had never known any type of hardship until my mom's cancer. Even now, the worst of that was being kept from me. I'd behaved like a petulant child throwing a tantrum over something that was not only beyond my control but nothing in the grand scheme of things. If anyone had a right to be angry, it was my sister. She should hate me but for some unfathomable reason went out of her way to help me and I was a total bitch to her.

Mrs. C sat quietly while I finished my food. I was going to ask her to get Bella so I could apologize but Alice bolted into my room at an inhuman speed that I was somehow still able to track. Her lips blurred as she spoke in a high pitched tone that my newly enhanced ears were able to hear clearly.

"BELLA SNUCK OUT WITH HER GEAR AND IS HUNTING DOWN THE REDCAP," the pixie like vampire screeched in panic and I noticed her eyes were wide with terror.

"I need to check on Erika, you need to call your father and siblings and tell them to get back here right away. Charlie will be home soon but as soon as he goes to sleep, we will start going out in search parties to track her down and bring her back to safety," the caramel haired vampire instructed then left the room.

I waited for Alice to finish her calls then asked, "Who's The Redcap and why is Bella hunting him?"

"Robin Redcap is an evil fey that your father imprisoned centuries ago. Your rat bastard of an older brother, Aerrol, who'd been left in charge while Daddy Dearest was away, released the psychotic fiend to kill Bella and you; it's been responsible for all those killings that've been happening lately," Ali explained then bolted out of the room to meet the rest of her family and get them up to speed on what'd happened.

My thoughts were even more chaotic than they'd been when I'd just woken up. Something horrible danced along the edge of mind as the memory of Mom telling me about the nature of the Sidhe bubbled to the surface. Dr. Cullen came in to check on me and take the IV out while I was lost in my internal ponderings. I never heard him leave but eventually the sound of my dad's cruiser coming up the long drive brought me back to reality. That horrible thing that'd danced along the periphery of my consciousness had been a dreadful plan that was the only way to set things right, to bring back some sense of balance.

For the first time in days, I got out of bed then made my way to the en suite on wobbly legs. I took a quick shower and took a look at my new self in the full length mirror on the door as I dried off. My bone structure was more defined, ears slightly pointed and I giggled because I thought the made me look like one the elves from the recent Lord of the Rings movies. The most startling transformation was that my once root beer colored eyes were now Periwinkle blue. After a few minutes of staring at the otherworldly beauty in the mirror, I returned to the bedroom and found some fresh clothes to wear then made my way downstairs.

The assembled Cullen's were clustered in the living room while Dad was rummaging around in the kitchen looking for things to make a sandwich. It was obvious that he felt at home here because he hung his gun belt by the front door, just like at our house. Slowly, unobtrusively, I made my way into the kitchen without the vampires taking any notice. My father's back was to me so I waited patiently for him to turn around. The second he had, he was frozen with shock. I may never know if it was because of my new appearance or his Glock .9mm that I leveled at him.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I love you and hope one day you'll forgive me," I whispered then pulled the trigger three times before he had a chance to recover. I'd put one bullet in his head and two in his heart, just like he'd shown me when he taught me how to shoot when I turned fourteen.

I'd already collapsed to the floor and was sobbing when the Cullen's reached the kitchen.