AN: Hey all! I've rewritten the Prologue (and in time, the other chapters too) So if you've followed this story/re-reading it, don't be shocked- I have changed the story. It's basically along the same plot, just a little more mature-sounding (and no, not mature content. It's still T-rated, mind you.)

For all those new readers, welcome! Don't worry, just read the story as it is, and enjoy! If you wanna read the original content, just let me know and I'll sort it out:)

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Fang's POV

I sat on the branch of the oak tree near her window, watching; waiting. I needed Max to know this. She can't go on like this. This has to stop. Right. Now.

I watched the moonlight reflect the glossy blonde streaks in her hair. She seemed so perfect, even after what she had done. No, I berated myself, she is perfect. Nothing can be more perfect than Max.

Man, how I longed to be by her side, consoling her, reminding her that things will be okay. But I can't. Not anymore, anyways, I thought dejectedly. We're two worlds apart now-attempting to bridge this gap would cause a great deal of trouble to everyone. It's best if she didn't know about this- about me.

Still… I yearned to touch her, to hold her in my arms again. I chewed on my upper lip. She seemed asleep... Or so I thought.

I was about to move when a something shiny reflected the moonlight.

A knife.

I shot out of the tree, unfurling my wings and delving for the window. Time seemed to slow down as I willed my wings to go faster, to stop her before she even started to- No! Don't think about it! I yelled at myself again as I dove for the knife. The seconds seemed to slow down even further as I reached for the knife. Just… a little bit more…

I felt my fingers curl around her wrist, shocking her into dropping it. My right hand shot out to grab it before it could clatter on the floor, waking up the other occupants of the house- something I didn't need right now. I tumbled into a crouch on the floor. Taking a deep breath, I whipped around and glared at her.

"Are you out of your fucking mind? What were you doing?!" I snapped at her. She seemed shocked for a moment, before her rage reared at her face again. Angry tears pooled at her eyes, though they did nothing to reduce the intensity of her glare. Instead, it made me guiltier for making her like this.

"… Nothing. Why do you care? You left, anyway." She retorted. I felt my mouth run dry.

"I… I was busy," I replied softly. Great, Fang, I groaned inwardly, now she thinks you don't give a damn about her or the Flock anymore.

"Then why'd you bother to come back? Since you were so damn busy, maybe you shouldn't have left where you came from." She replied coldly. She turned away, shielding her face from me.

"Besides," her voice sounded, a nonchalant tone, "why do you care? The last update was that we were nothing to you. So, why'd you come back?" I was stunned into silence. How could I tell her that this was my mission, to save her AND the flock? She wouldn't believe me.

"You know what? Save it for someone whom you care for. I'm nothing, remember? Nothing at all." My throat closed up. That- that was what she thought of herself? I felt myself tremble in fury and anger. How did things become so bad?

"Max…"

"Fang, look, stop haunting me in my dreams, okay? It's tough enough to know you're dead. You don't have to lecture me too." I felt my rage and anger reach the max. Helplessness and anger crashed down on me, as I watched her reach to pick up the knife again. I snarled, knocking the knife out of her hands.

"I can't believe you! Why won't you stop? Max," I begged, yet she refused to look at me.

"Look, just… go. I can't bear the sight of you here. Please, just… leave," she whispered brokenly, and that was my breaking point. I stood slowly, picking up the offending object as I turned to leave.

I had some business to settle with a certain red-headed bitch.

"Are you leaving again? Figures," she mumbled under her breath, but with enhanced hearing on top of my already enhanced hearing, I could hear it as clear as day. I turned slowly, kneeling in front of her.

"Hey, believe it or not, I'm here to help you. But I gotta settle some business first. I'll be back. I promise," I told her softly, my hand reaching out to cradle her cheek. She sobbed, gripping my arm with her hands. I slowly guided her to lie down, and placed my hand on her forehead. Slowly, I saw her eyes drift close, and her breathing even out. Tear tracks stained her face, and I reached out to wipe them dry. It broke me to see her like this, so vulnerable and broken.

"I promise…" I whispered, pecking her on the forehead, before pocketing the offending object. Just as I was about to leap into the night, I heard her mumble in her sleep.

"Fang… come back. Please."

"I will, Max, I will."