A/N: So.. it seems like its been about three years since I've uploaded, and to be honest I completely forgot about this websit until recently, and I am very sorry to anyone who I kept waiting or may have dissapointed. I noticed earlier that there was a lot of trafffic to my sparks Fly story and I felt I needed to continue my Sequel. So a little about whats passed these past three years, I am now 16 years old and a sophomore in high school. I have a steady boyfriend of two years and I've made writing a huge thing in my life through English classes and a stress outlet. But I am so so happy so be back on this site again, i've always loved the energy and the people, and I am also sad that a lot of the people I knew from way back when are no longer regulars to the website. I am hoping though that they will be like me and come back after a while and apologize to everyone for their absence :) so onto this story.
Carlisle looked at my very closely, monitoring the colors flashing in my eyes, I was starting to become more aware of my shifts in mood as the time progressed.
"I've done some research Bella, and it turns out you're part Fairy on your mothers side. The reason for you clumsiness is that your body doesn't want to walk, it wants to fly."
"You have got to be freaking kidding me, as if there isn't enough crap going on right now, and I have to deal with this too." I sigh loudly and take a seat to stop the spinning behind my eyes.
"According to my research on fairy vampire breeds they do mesh, but they have different outcomes. They are creatures in mythology that are very similar to your situation, I've been looking into a lot of things that I thought may give me some idea and I had an interesting thought. I think that in the past there were creatures such as yourself, that could fly and were vampires, thus people believed all vampires could fly. This has become the norm in vampire folklore, and you obviously reflect that it was true." I pondered this for a second, and slouch back in my chair and rest me heavy head against the wall. It all makes sense, but there is one problem;
"I don't have wings Carlisle." I say and he nods smiling.
"You're quick, you see I also think that in human form the Fairy part won't show, as in the wings woint sprout because your fairy blood is too diluted. But the moment you add vampire venom its a matter of time before the fairy in you is awakened and you'll have wings." I can hear everyone listening from outside the door of the study.
"Why are we talking in here Carlisle?" I ask, it not like anyone in this family has ever been good at the whole privacy thing.
"funny you should ask, but I was thinking of going "All mad scientist on you" and running a few more tests." I sigh, just what I need. I look up at Carlisle, and see a syringe in his hand, the needle connects with my flesh, which I dont expect to give way, but it does. Its almost as if my body is accepting it. He pumps the plunger and I feel ice running in my veins. My arm slowly goes numb, and then it spreads until I can't feel a thing.
"What is this?" I ask, confused.
"When I was last in Italy, 300 years ago or something like that, I had some contact with witch doctors and some different groups of the mythological nature. I was able to actually see a clan of Fay, and they even let me extracts some blood from them, they were full Fairies, so their blood was extreamly pure. I mixed that blood with a little venom and that's what I injected you with. I noticed, that the mixture turned the fairy blood, which is ussualy an opaque blue, silver which would explain your eyes. I was hoping that all of this would jump start the process of you receiving your wings." He looked at me, pride emanating off of him, and I couldn't help but smile, he was so much like a father. That's when I thought of my family and a million questions popped into my mind.
"Wait a minute Carlisle, If I do have fairy in my, where does it come from? Both of parents are so utterly normal, it's rediculous."
"It could not possibly be from your mother, she would have exhibited signs by now because she would be more pure than you are, it would have to be from your father..." he starts to trail off so I ask another qyestion sticking in my brain.
"Wouldnt he show sings though?" I ask as if it's the most obvious question.
"No, men don't exhibit the traits of the Fay its only the women, and it seems that there was a shortage in women on your dads side, because you are very diluted. How many women were born into the family on your dads side?" He muses
I think for a minute going back as far as I can remember my dads stories going. "He told me about how all of my Grandparents and great granparents met, and there were pictures and stories in a scrap book his mom gave him when he was a kid. It dated back extreamly far and was really detailed. I think my great great grandmother was born in, and before her I believe, was my great great great great great-grandmother, if I remember correctly that is. My family doesn't have a lot of luck with girls obviously." I laugh at the thought, when I was born there were so many flowers and so much pink all over the place when my dad's family found out. They all freaked out and bought pretty much everything they could find that was girly, this would explain my aversion to pink.
I would really like to explore this a little more Bella, if you could get that scrap book to me, I would really appriciate it." He is so hopeful its all I can do not to laugh, but I nod my head. I start to feel the ice warming, and my feeling coming back in my back.
"I'll call charlie right now and-" there is a spliting pain in my back and I fall to the floor. Everything happened so quickly I could barely keep up, the pain was so intense, I was sure Jasper was having a fit, the door to the study busted down and Edward cradled my head in his lap. I moaned in pain and felt something rip through the skin near my spine. Alice screamed to flip me over, and I heard people jetting from the room, there was blood, I could smell it.
It didn"t smell like human blood, it was more sweet and even appealing in a way but I knew it was mine I whimpered at the searing pain in my back, it almost felt like a fire was scorching my skin. I heard yelling, lots of voices yelling a fighting, the hostility in the room was potent but I couldnt make out a word being said. That's when my vision went blurry and my body limp, I felt myself slipping away and it was all I could do not to scream from the light bursting into my vision.
It was evening when I started to come to. I could hear Alice stressing because her visions were being extreamly testy lately what with all the half breeds in the house. I start to move but hear someone say "Bella don't" it was Edward.
"Why?" I croak out, and then I realize im inverted, at a weird angle. When I open my eyes, I am hanging upside down from a beam in Carlisle's study.
"You've got wings, love," Edward said lightly, he had a touch of smile on his face, it looked uneasy. I sigh out loud.
"I just cannot get a break can I?" everyone laughs loudly at this and I can't help but smile "Can someone get me down from here by chance?" They all stare at me and look to Carlisle who begins unbinding me from my perch. My feet touch the Carlisle's desk lightly, and then out of nowhere I flip into the air and land gracefully, my feet meeting the floor, without a sound.
"Now that is was I expected after you changed little sister." Emmett laughed.
"It's kind of weird, I have these impulses to do acrobatic things. I want to fly, and swing and jump and flip.. and it's really strong" I say shaking a little, trying to push back on the urge to jump out of the open window.
"Maybe we should sedate her or something Carlisle." Edward says worridly as I begin to pace. "She seems a little overwhelmed." Carlisle shushes him.
"Let's see what she can do." He gets this smile on his face in his mad scientist way, and I laugh gleefully and jumo out of the window. My wings flare up behind me, they are the color of my skin with betterfly like paterns in blues pinks and purples all over them. I fly high in the sky and then let my self drop low, flipping onto a tree branch. I swing from it and propell myself in the air zooming back toward the house. Everyone is looking at me like ive sprouted a second head, which would not surprise me, when my feet regetalby touch land again. Everyone had jumped out of the window in my preoccupied state and I stand infront of them.