One Of A Kind

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Chapter 1

B P.O.V

Edward left me, cold and alone. I couldn't believe it. He'd told me that he never would, that I was his true mate. His Soul Mate. And I believed him. How could I have been so stupid, as to believe him? I should have known he wasn't my Soul Mate. He wasn't the one that I was destined for. But I had been blind. Oh so blind.

My mother wouldn't be happy. Well, she wouldn't be happy if I was allowed back home. That's the thing, Renee couldn't stand me anymore. Ever since I came into my full inheritance. I wasn't as pure as she wanted. I wasn't a full faerie. I was something else. A hybrid. Half fae, half something else. Half mutant. And she didn't like it. I was never meant to have a feral side. When she had me, her one and only child, she had hoped for me to be like her. A faerie through and through. Anything less was unacceptable. You see, fae are peaceful creatures, with nature magick that never harmed, only healed.

But then I came into my inheritance at sixteen. That was when things started to go wrong. I had a feral side. A beast. I was a mutant. I was the only fae that could hurt people. I was impure to her. I wasn't the perfect fae. I was different. I knew that. I had almost all the attributes of a fae. I had the wings, and the healing magic, which couldn't be used on myself. But my mutation covered that. I could heal. If that had been the only ability that had manifested, then I doubted that Renee would have cared. I think she would have loved it. It was a form of healing, after all. But no, I had to have a beast. So, when I was seventeen, after I had learned how to use a glamour to hide my unique physical attributes, I left to Forks.

This was the final straw for Renee. She told me that if I left, then I was never welcome back. That sealed my fate. I wasn't allowed to see my own mother. The only other fae I knew. I knew that there were others out there, but I didn't know how to find them. They were well hidden. Better, even, than the vampires. Most lived hidden behind our magick, I the wild. Our magick protected certain places from humans. It put those places into a sort of pocket, separating them from the rest of the world. So I was left stranded from my people. And now I was alone.

My only link to the world of myth had just left me. The one who I had given my heart to. And it made my beast angry. Why did I have to be such a fool? The cold wind blew over me. I needed to leave. I needed to get inside. But I couldn't bring myself to move. I was like a statue, just standing there.

A voice brought me out of my thoughts. "Bells?" Charlie's voice called.

I looked towards the edge of the forest. I took a deep, steadying breath. "Coming dad!" I called.

I started to walk back towards the edge of the trees, not bothering with the act of being clumsy. I couldn't bring myself to care. I met Charlie at the edge of the trees.

"Hey dad." I said.

"Hey Bells. How are you doing, Kiddo?" he asked. I sighed. At least Charlie accepted me for me.

"I'm not sure. He told me he was my mate, and I was his. To me, with my feral side, that means so much. Why did he have to play with me like that?"

"I don't know, Bells. I really don't." Charlie said, wrapping an arm round my shoulder, and leading me back to the house.

When inside, I walked to the living room, and sat down. "I don't know if I can stay here dad. At least, not for a while. I think I need to get away. Get a breath of fresh air. But I have no where to go."

"I have an idea. There's this place in New York. It's a safe place for mutants. I'm sure my friend will be more than happy to take you."

"New York, you say?" I asked.

"Yes, it's under the disguise of a school for gifted youngsters. Maybe you should go there. I mean there are other mutants, maybe you'll meet a fellow feral."

"That sounds great, dad." I said, smiling at him. "Can you arrange for me to go there?"

"Of course Bells. I'll call Charles. He's the headmaster. And a telepath. But he's a good man. I'm sure he'll take you."

I smiled. "That sounds great." I said.

He stood, and went to the phone. I felt that this would be a good thing for me. I'd be around other mutants. They may not be fae, but they'd be mutants, and that was good enough. After all, there weren't any others like me. I was the only fae-mutant hybrid in existence. I could feel it, deep down. Hell, I was the only fae hybrid. I was different. I was one of a kind.


A/N: I know I have a lot of stories going on at the moment, but these ideas for new stories just keep coming. Please Review and let me know what you think, and whether I should continue.