(A/N: HI!!! -WAVES- uh, so okay. Maybe….I kind of exaggerated about the sequel coming soon thing. But, well, I thought it WOULD be coming soon and then…..I got writers block. BUT IT'S HERE NOW!! YAY!! Right? Yay? I hope you all like it and I am SO sorry it took me so long!

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Tears On Ice

Max laid there in the hospital bed. I couldn't see her beautiful eyes, she was sleeping. She had just told me had had a baby, and the baby was mine. I was a father. An actual father. Yeah sure, according to Angel I was "like the dad of the flock," but, never biologically, it felt different.

Oh, yeah notice the word was? Yeah, that's because that jackass Sam killed my son, our son.

Derek.

She named him after me. 'Max you're so amazing'

Right now I'm holding this beautiful amazing and caring girl. And let me tell you, it feels good to hold her and have her in my arms again.

Okay, I know, this doesn't sound like the stoic , strong and silent Fang you all know and love, but I mean come on, I'm aloud to have feelings right? Once again I must stress, I am NOT emo…

This girl just suffered a massive beating by a freak with super genetic powers. Yet another wonderful gift from the School. (Note the Sarcasm here? Good.) A week ago she had my baby, which resulted in the beating. She was living with this bastard because she was afraid having a baby would ruin my life.

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Oh, crap . This whole thing is all my fault. Sighing I let my head fall in my hands. "uuuggghh" my head hurts so bad. 'Damn, Max. I'm so sorry, this is ALL my fault'.

"Derek?" man, why wont they just go away? Lidia and Tom I mean. They've been trying to get me to leave for half an hour already.

I will not leave Max here. I'm never leaving her again. "Derek," a firmer male voice demanded. Tom. I snap my head up and glare at him. The nerve of this guy, "WHAT?!" I shout at them. They step back and bump into a whole crap load of office staff.

Sighing, I'm coming the sad realization that they are going to make me leave her.

"Honey, she needs her rest," Lidia is looking at me with pleading eyes. They are both looking scared of me.

Hmm. Maybe that's because they saw me fly out a window. Maybe it's because they saw my wings. Maybe it's because I just got finished telling them my life story an hour ago. And maybe it's because right now, I am holding a battered girl and I'm covered in some other guys dried blood.

………Uuuugghh, I need a shower…………….

No! Bad, Fang. Gotta stay here for Max.

"Derek." a security guard this time. There's more than five. Damn, they're acting like I'm a freakin terrorist or something. Maybe, someone told them…… my head snaps up and I glare again. This time solely at Tom. This guy had some nerve. Telling them I'm some kind of security threat. He thinks he can order me around. He's my step dad. Not my real one. And I wouldn't listen to him if he was anyway.

Ok, I have to weigh my options. Dang, does that sounds like Max or what? Guess she's rubbin off on me. A) Stay no matter what, even if it means I have to kill some a-holes. B) Argue until I get my way…. Or C) Go with them.

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I chose a little bit of B&C. I was originally going to go with B but…the arguing was starting to wake up Max, and I wanted her to get as much rest as possible. So, I left with a bargain. That I could come back as soon as visiting hours started the next day.

Sighing I crashed onto my bed and fell prey to a dream world of misery and pain. Great.

I was in a damp and dark hole. I can see a white light shining at the top, but it's so high up. The hole is too narrow, I can't even open my wings. It's getting difficult to breathe. My heart feels like it's been rolled over by a steam-roller. I have to breath heavily to get the slightest percentage of oxygen in my body at all. So basically, to narrow it down, I feel like crap.

Even though the white light at the top is almost blinding, it's completely dark down where I am. The darkness is holding me tightly.

Shit. The ground begins to rumble and I'm surging upward with it. There is no wind. Weird, it's like the laws of physics are dead. In fact it feels like everything is dead. Oh no. as I grow closer to the circle of light, it grows larger and more blinding.

I'm about 25 feet below the circle, and now I can see it isn't completely white- it's tainted. There is a form looking down.

15 feet below the white circle of light.

The form is human- the light is becoming too bright. I have to squint and have to move my hand in front of my face.

3 feet below…..

It's no longer a surge upward…more of a creep to the top.

The human form is becoming clearer.

It's a man.

One foot below.

It's Jeb.

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Lidia's POV

"SHhh Lidia, it's alright"

"No! no Tom it's not! My baby! He's been through so much! And I can't even help him…"

"Lidia it will be alright-" "Don't you tell me what will be alright! My baby is back from the dead - he's got wings and is the strongest person I've ever seen! And now - now I - he's covered in blood and some mysterious girl he-….she's in the hospital -" I started to sob. "And my own son hasn't said five words to me since he moved in." I fell to my knees and felt Tom's arms wrap themselves tightly around me. "nothing's alright" I whispered. I knew I was being unfair yelling at him like all of this was his fault. None of this was his fault.

I lifted my head up to stare into the calming hazel eyes of my husband.

But our gaze was suddenly broken apart by strange noises from upstairs.

Derek.

I stubled up the stairs to find my emotionless son screaming- his covers were balled up in his fists, and he's crying.

"Derek!" I ran over to him shaking him. Please let him wake up….

"No! Stop! Damn it stop! Please!…………JEB!!! AAAAagggghhhhh" his screams turned into sobs. Actual sobs. He'd never even SHOWN emotion before.

"Derek sweetie! It's okay, you just need to wake up!"

"Please……no" he whispered almost inaudibly right before his eyes brust wide open and he shot in a sitting position. He looked deathly pale.

I roped my arms around my baby, but he pushed them, away and ran out of his room.

I met Tom's gaze solemnly and the sound of incessant vomiting could be heared from the bathroom.

Ok….so…..first chapter……I don't think it lives up the previous standard, but there is a point to it all don't worry! I really hoped you liked it! And I'm REALLY sorry if you didn't

All reviews welcome.

Peace.