So, I got impatient waiting to post this - so here it is. I'm rather proud of myself for finishing it so quickly, and I am already working on the next chapter. Now, I have one more thing to say : I only got 4 reviews. I'm disappointed. Seriously, I know you can do better than that, and seriously, it makes me insulted. Some of you might wonder why it took me so long to get that last chapter out - and the reason was because I was getting a pitiful amount of reviews, it made me depressed so I couldn't write. My thanks goes out to StillDreamingOfLove for giving me some great constructive criticism - Please tell me if I've made it better! And my thanks also goes out to SixxTwilightLover, Team Alice-Bella, and deddy2die4 for making me smile. Now, without any more delays I present to you the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I do, however, own my own personal typewriter named Henri. So ha.

My senses were on overload, and yet at the same time I was practically numb all over. I could hear everything around, but I couldn't feel much of anything. I heard Edwards voice, dripping with concern caressing my ears, his voice cut through all the pain. It let me know that despite what was happening, I had at least one person that cared about me. It made me feel as if I should sing with joy, but the pain made that impossible.

My body was convulsing, and I felt something trying to cut through my skin, it pierced the skin, and even though my senses had been numbed to this pain, I screamed because of this pain, it was something I can't even articulate in any of the words any language possesses. I tried to hold back any more screams as the pain continued as something came out of my back. And all of a sudden it stopped. Nothing hurt. I wasn't in agony. I sat up.

"Are you okay, Bella?" Edward asked, his eyes looking me over, astonishment ridden.

"I-I-I think I'm fine," I said, standing up.

Edward grabbed my arm and helped me stand up, he gulped, "I've never been truly afraid in my entire life, and you changed that in less than an hour. What happened?" His voice was filled with concern and desperation, I could tell he cared about me. His gorgeous face actually looked scared, his hair was sticking up in all different directions. He looked like he had gone through something just as bad as I had.

"I have no idea, but something came out of my - ". I had reached behind my back and felt something that seemed to be covered in feathers. I jumped and squeaked,what had happened.
"What happened to me?"

"You should look in the mirror, and I don't know what happened, but I think it's my fault," he said, sounding like puppy that has just been kicked to the side of the road. He seemed distressed, confused, and completely thrown for a loop.

I looked into the mirror and my eyes practically popped out of my head. I had wings. They were huge, they were gorgeous, and they seemed like they would always bee a part of me. An important part - one that had always been there, weather or not I had known it. My jaw had dropped.

My wings were as black as the night, with delicate swirls of blue sneaking around the edges, mostly coming from where the wings were connected to my back. The blue color of the designs seemed to be a dark blue, something that might have been pulled out of the sky, that shone like an expensive jewel might. When I thought about it, it was a miracle that my cloths hadn't been ripped to shreds. But what was more astonishing was that I had wings. Of all things, I had wings.

"This couldn't be your fault," I told him, quietly, I was scared, and I couldn't know what he was feeling. He looked at me as a husband might look at his wife. His eyes penetrated me, down to my very core. Something stirred inside of me, a knowing. I opened my mouth to speak, "You only sped up the unavoidable, this was going to happen." I shut my mouth. It was as if someone else was using my voice.

"What do you mean?" He asked, coming closer, his silky voice calming my fraying nerves.

"I have no idea," I whispered to him.

"It's alright, I think I know someone that might know what's been going on, but there is no guarantee," he said.

"NO!" I said forcefully, almost yelling, "You can't tell anyone or else they'll find me." There it went again.

"What? Who? Why would someone want to find you?" Edward asked, the distinct sound of his anger, his concern, his .... love? for me shown through that one sentence.

"I have no idea, I feel as if, as if, someone else is speaking through me, even though I know these things. It's like - it's like someone else is in my head, controlling me, but there's only me, and ... " I broke down, unable to help myself.

Edwards arms encircled me, holding me to his chest. He stroked my hair and I heard him humming a beautiful song, something sweet, something wonderful, something that could only have come from the heart. I cried and cried, staining his shirt. Once I had stopped heaving, he still held me to him, he kept humming, kept showing me that he cared about me, just through the way he was for me. I inhaled his sent, relishing in that smell, calming myself down. I sat up, pulling my head up from where it had been previously resting. I look of disappointment flashed through Edwards eyes as I sat up.

"I-I think we need to figure out what's going on. You saw this happen to me, you're a part of this now, and you have to help me figure out what's going on," I told him, speaking quietly, speaking almost to myself.

"Even if you told me not to, I would still help you as much as I possibly could. I can't let anything happen to you," He said to me, in a hushed voice.

"I think I'll be okay now. I just need to figure out how to get rid of these things, I won't be able to go to school tomorrow if I don't get these things hidden," I said heartily, getting back to my normal self. When crazy things happen, you can't let them freeze you in your tracks, you just have to take them in stride and work them out as you go.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked me, standing up. I was still transfixed by his very presence, his smell, his intensity, the way he seemed to care so much about me, even though we really hadn't gotten to know each other very well. It was almost as if we were meant to be. I shook that thought out of my head, I had to get working on how to fix he situation enough that I could go to school the next day.

"I'm fine, I promise. I'm tougher than I look," I told Edward. I stood in the middle of my room, feeling Edwards intense look upon me as I closed my eyes and concentrated. I thought of the wings that were sticking out of my back, of them retracting into my body and leaving virtually no trace of whatever might have been there. I opened my eyes ... and they were gone. Edward had an astonished look on his face, which he quickly concealed. I smiled when I saw that they were gone. "There, um, now that that's taken care of," I said nervously.

"I bet you would like me to leave now," Edward said calmly, his mind obviously somewhere else at the time being.

"That would be nice," I said and showed him awkwardly to the window, said goodbye. As I said goodbye to him, watching his form slide down the tree and land on the ground, walking away under the stars, I almost called him back. But I resisted the temptation, and that was a great feat on it's own. I turned back to face my room, sighing, I slid on my pajamas. Relishing in the pure sense of home they felt, the overwhelming feeling of comfort made my muscles sigh with relief. I slipped between the covers of my bed and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep. That night I could have sworn there was someone watching me, and I could have sworn it was Edward. But the thing was, if it really was him, I was happier just thinking that. Why were all these odd things happening to me at the same time?

The Book of Creatures:

Pixies (final):

Though pixies have many oddities, they are essentially good creatures. They strive to help, and make things better. They have many odd powers which differ from one Pixie to the next, so they will not be talked about here. If you ever meet a Pixie, know that if you call attention to them, you will not remember the occurrence, and if you do not you will forever be able to identify all sorts of creatures that are usually hidden to the human eye. That is, if they like you enough to give you that privilege.

So there you have it. I dare you to have 10 reviews for this chapter. If you do, I will be especially kind and probably post two chapters on the same day. Yay! Oh, and if you do review, I will send you a sneak peak into the next chapter! So, please review - and please forgive my begging! Oh, and a quick question - are there any other mystical creatures you would like to see incorperated into the story? I would like to keep The Book of Creatures going, without having Vampires be a topic. Let me know if you have any ideas! And thankyou for reading my story!