Once again, I know how many stories I have going on AND I know that I should toe sotally be working on the spawn, but this idea came into my head. Yes this silly little FAXness idea came into my head. I'm a dork. But alas, you have to love me or else I won't put any more spawn. In this story there's still Flyboys, okay? Thanks. In this story Max just turned 15 and so did Fang. Max- 3 months ago Fang- 2 days. www. bestnfastcars. Com /jaguar plus sign models / x-type plus sign racing plus sign concept plus sign wallpapers /?62000 is the car. See if you can get it to work…I wonder if yeah…never mind.

3rd person

Max's foot got caught on a tree root that was sticking out of the ground, landing her on her stomach in the dirt. In her surprise, her wings flared out, trying to catch her as a normal humans arms would have. "Ouch." She said, sitting up as the flock laughed. Fang stood patiently near a tree on the other side of her, while Iggy rushed to her side to help.

"Fang is acting really weird. Something is wrong with him." He whispered while he handed her a band aid.

"Right. Guys we're going to split up a little tiny bit. Gazzy and Iggy are going to go up in the sky and look for a safe cave, but don't go more than two miles away. Nudge and Fang, why don't you two keep searching for a clearing around here? Angel and I will erm, search in the other direction." Max said in a firm tone, taking Angels hand. Iggy tilted his head, but went with Gazzy into the air.

Fang was looking a bit paler than normal. He nodded and started walking off with Nudge, who was already talking rapidly. Fang seemed too tense, his wings even strained tight. "Actually, Angel, why don't you go with Fang, and Nudge come with me." Max ordered. 'Don't talk too much and find out what's wrong with him, please.' She thought at the six year old, looking down at her.

'Gotcha Max.' Angel replied, going towards Fang. Max watched as she grabbed his hand. To her surprise, Angel yanked her hand away, looking shocked. Fang looked a little hurt, but seemed too tired to be really upset. 'He's really, really cold…' It was Angels mind spitting out useless information.

"So, Max, I was thinking that since, you know, we haven't been attacked in a while, and you haven't heard anything from the Voice…or Jeb, that we could like try to find somewhere that we could stay for a long time. Not too long, because I don't think I want the Flyboys to find us, but somewhere we can rest, because I-" Max rolled her eyes as Nudge procrastinated telling her what she really wanted.

"Maybe we can visit my mother in a few weeks, okay? For now, I feel like there's something here…well that we should be doing. Alright honey? Just tough it out for a while, then we'll do something." She gave her her best smile and turned to their path again.

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His head was throbbing and his stomach felt like he was spinning in circles. His hands were clammy. It was way too hot outside to be walking in this heat. Did he just think that? That didn't even make sense. "Fang, what's wrong? Max said not to talk, but…" Angel looked up at him, eyes big.

"Nothing, Angel. I think I've just got a cold."

'Fang, you are way too sick. You don't have a fever- your temperature is DROPPING!' Angel thought to him, giving him a Max-like worried expression.

'Angel, I'm fine. Just a cold.' He thought. His stomach heaved, and he stumbled, but managed to hold his own as they neared a river. Angel filled a water bottle up that was in her bag and put it in his hands, sensing his thirst. "Thank you." He mumbled, not caring. She could sense his every pain anyways.

"Fang, we should tell Max that you're si- ew." Angel said when she heard the splat. Then she must have realized what happened, because she yelped. Fang was on his hands and knees, spitting puke into the river. His stomach felt so full that he kept throwing it all up, everything that was left, and some bile. Finally, when he was having dry heaves, he felt someone rubbing his back like he was a sick little kid.

"Fang, are you alright?" Max's worried voice asked as she forced a brand new water bottle into his hands. He took a drink but it didn't seem to douse this fiery thirst. He ended up drinking it all before he was a little less thirsty.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Do you think it's hot out here?" He asked carefully, sitting down. Max raised an eyebrow.

"I thought it was nice out, but we all know how I am." She gave him a smirk, then looked up into the sky. "DOWN HERE GUYS!" She yelled. Fang winced. She gave him a look and winced. His face must have been really pale.

"We found a cave. It's up high so we'll have to fly, but I think it's pretty secluded." Gazzy said. Max turned her head to the side.

"Where did you…oh well. Come on everyone. Let's go. Gazzy, Iggy, lead the way." Fang tried heaving himself to his feet, but only managed to get to his hands and knees. There were a few intakes of breath, but they seemed to think he was joking. Good, because he had a reputation to keep up.

"Alright, Iggy, take the kids to the cave. Angel send me a thought on how to get there when yous get there. I'm gonna get some water." Max said. Fang silently thanked her, a thought Angel must have sent to Max, because she lightly brushed his shoulder. Once they were gone, Max got him to a sitting position, then felt his fore head. "Fang, your skin is glacial!" Max hissed, sounding shocked.

"No, I'm sure it's just hot outside." He said dazedly.

"Fang, it's only seventy degrees. It's not that hot. Let's get you something to eat and to bed. Tomorrow you'll feel better." She said, then paused in the act of picking up the bottle he'd dropped. "Right, I know how to get there now." She murmured. Fang heard her sigh. "I can help you up and help you stand, but the flying-" Max stopped, as to the fact Fang was already on his feet, in a superhumanly fast way. She blinked and looked away.

"Let's go." He felt puke coming up more, but he forced himself into the air. His flying was way off, but Max didn't seem to notice or care.

"Fang, I'm worried about you. If you get worse, tell me, 'kay?" She said. 'Thought too soon.' Fang thought wryly.

"Will do." She gave him a serious look, telling him that she really did want him to tell her. He just looked away. The sun was making it hard to see, which was strange. It felt like it was draining him.

They landed carefully, Max subtly helping Fang walk to a sunny patch in the cave. It didn't matter, seeing as the sun was slowly setting and the sky was getting covered with dark clouds. Thick, and stormy, the way he liked it. He slowly peeled his hoodie off, feeling too hot and crowded. "Guys, back up." Fang said, noticing how close the flock was sitting to him. Max gave him a look.

"Guys, Fang isn't feeling too hot, let's give him some space." Max said, sliding closer to Iggy and pushing him downwards a little. (little pun up there not intended.) …(maybe it was…)

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Fang sighed when they backed up and managed to close his eyes and relax, but Max was still worried about him. He didn't look too good. He was sweating, but his skin felt so cold, like he'd been in a cold river for an hour. His wings were ruffled, as if agitated, and his hair was sticking to his forehead.

At eight Max insisted that the kids go to sleep, then took her post at the front of the cave.

"Max…Max!" Fang mumbled, sitting up.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"Can I have a drink? I'm so thirsty…" He army crawled to her, barely keeping his head up. Then he threw up over the edge again.

"Um, yeah, you can have a drink." Of what, she was unsure, so she reached for her bag, using her left arm to push her up. It was back by Fang. She felt a shock and looked back, seeing Fangs head tilted, his fingers tracing her veins in a transfixed way. She quickly pulled her arm away, then handed him a water bottle. He downed it in seconds, then crunched it up and threw it aside.

"I'm still thirsty…so thirsty…" His eyes were lighter in color, like they were changing from black to something else. They were swiveling around wildly, trying to find something. He was still sweating, and he was now shaking. Max handed him her water, watching him drink it quickly. She debated on waking Nudge and Iggy up, because they were really good at the medical stuff, but she decided against it.

"Fang, I think you should just go to sleep, alright? After some rest, you'll be just fine. And if not, we'll get you to my mom and she can diagnose you with something." She said, leaning towards him. He got closer, until he was too close and Max had a flash back to the OTHER cave, and the dock. But he moved his head to the side, then tilted it sideways, lips close to her neck. His mouth was open, and he was baring his teeth in almost an animalistic snarl. "Fang, go to bed!" She snapped, suddenly scared.

He resigned, pulling away and laying in his corner of the cave. "I can smell your fear. Don't be afraid…" Then he crawled to the edge, threw up, curled in a ball, and seemed to fall asleep.

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Four hours later, Max woke Iggy, telling him it was his watch till morning. "I thought you had first watch."

"I did."

"Then I should have been up already."

"Fangs sick, so you'll have to watch out for him. Listen to his breathing, please. If he gets too close, make him go to sleep." Max said, easily dodging the accusation. It was bad to stay up for two watches in a row, because you wouldn't get sleep in between, thus you'd be tired.

"Watch out for him? What's he gonna do, bite me?"

"I don't know." Max whispered to his wings as he walked away.

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Max woke quickly to Iggy oh so gently kicking her awake, and he sounded tired. So Max woke up the rest of the flock, until she noticed one wasn't there. And it was the terminal one.

"FANG?!" She cried, in unison with Angel.

"Oh, my goth, where would he go? He's sick! I mean, I know that if I'm throwing up, I really don't feel like moving at all, and he just disappeared."

"Nudge, we have to stay calm, I mean, remember his power? He might just be sleeping really still." Max said calmly, sliding her feet. 'Sleeping-still or tomb-still…' Max thought gravely. Angel's head snapped towards her, her expression wild.

'I can't feel him! Max, I can't hear him!' She cried, looking ready to cry.

"Everyone calm down, I'm sure he's just farther back in the cave, come on we'll look together." She was just barely hiding the panic in her voice, spoken and thought.

"Max…" Nudge sounded sick. She rushed to the eleven and a half year old, taking her shoulder. "He's…is he bleeding?" she squeaked. Max yanked the smaller girl behind her, looking a little worried. "Fang!" Nudge snapped. Angel gagged, Gazzy hiccupped, and Iggy asked what was happening. Nudge couldn't speak. Max got worried.

Fangs mouth was covered in blood, dripping with it, and his eyes were practically glowing. A thin river of blood was making its way towards their feet. Max quickly lurched towards him, trying to see if it was a bad injury. Until his body shifted and he exposed the dead dessert rat in his hands. Max coughed in surprised and fell backwards. Nudge's mouth was hanging open.

"I…I thought you would at least cook it first! I mean, okay it was gross enough when you were telling me you were eating it all, like, ya know, cooked, but raw? Raw, Fang, raw? Ew factor, maximized. And…" She stopped, seeing Max's look.

"Guys, go get me some water. Like, find a bucket and a cloth or something. Actually, just rip up my other shirt, and get something to put a lot of water in." Iggy obviously sensed that Max needed to talk to Fang alone, because he took all of the little kids and made them each carry two water bottles. Total and Akila were taken along, too, though they were sleeping.

"Fang, I…"

"I was thirsty Max. You never gave me a drink." Fang said, still crouched in the corner they found him in, his whole body covered in blood. There were four other dessert rats at his feet.

"I gave you the water…why did you kill these?" She must have known, but somehow it wasn't making sense, it didn't make sense. It wasn't plausible. Not that winged, flying bird kids were plausible, but…this was strange, even to her.

"No, it wasn't enough. They had what I wanted. They gave me a drink. But I don't want theirs. I want yours. Yours is special." He whispered, crouching back more in a defensive position when Max came forward. Then she backed up, got a few protein bars out of her bag, and gave them to him. Fang blinked, looked up at her, then swayed to the side. "Max? What the hell happened?" He asked groggily, looking at the blood all over him.

"I don't know. Just get changed, then eat those. We're taking you to Mom's house. This is so…this is wrong. This is screwed up. You're fine." She added, stressing the word fine. He got up slowly, as if dizzy and he grabbed his bag. Max made an 'ack!" sound when she realized that he wasn't even paying attention and that he hadn't even warned her when he started stripping. He couldn't see, apparently, as to the fact that he was trying to put on Nudges baby blue jeans.

"Fang, urgh!" She snapped, keeping her eyes on the bag. He was barely standing up right. She handed him his pants, and a new shirt. He slowly put them on, half way leaning to the side, trying to keep his balance. After he had them securely buttoned, Max forced the shirt over his head, then watched with scared eyes as he leaned against the wall and slid down, into a sitting position. "Eat." She ordered.

He mechanically started eating the bars that seemed to appear out of nowhere. When he finished, he sat for five minutes, then started throwing it up. It and some blood. Max was almost relieved to see that he was throwing up what he took from the rats, only to smell in the air that it was his.

"…Fang? Are you feeling any better?"

"No…" He groaned. "I…feel like … death." He groaned, laying on his back. She felt his forehead- still glacial. 'They say the only way to feel some ones true temperature is to press your lips to their forehead.'

'I'm not kissing Fangs forehead, Angel, and you can, erm, come back now, I think.' Max thought, then paused. She leaned down and pressed her lips gently to Fangs head, moving his bangs with her mouth. Still freezing. She froze herself when she felt a finger tracing veins in her neck.

"I'm still thirsty…could I maybe have a little drink?" He whispered, sounding weaker.

"Fang, go to sleep, we've got a long trip in about two hours." She snapped, pulling away quickly. She saw his breath leave him and then he was sleeping soundly. The others arrived five minutes later, with some rags that were Max's other shirt, and a strange, deep bottomed plastic bowl type thing that had burn marks on the side. Her mouth dropped open when she figured out that it was the water bottles, burnt into one bowl. Those kids amazed even her. (A/N: it's possible, I've done it!!)

"Here Max." Gazzy whispered, then sat near by, watching Fang with widened blue eyes, curling his knees under his chin and wrapping his arms around them. His wings flared out a little. Max took the water and started wiping as much blood off of Fang as possible. The air was too tense.

"Iggy, Gazzy, why don't yous go burn Fangs dirty clothes? I mean, we all know how he sweats." That got them to let out nervous laughs, but they just grabbed the bloody clothes and went outside, bringing a lighter with them. Nudge looked ready to burst, and Angel was ready to cry. "He's going to be fine, Angel, don't worry. He's just sick. Everyone gets sick." Max assured, brushing more of Fangs hair off his face so that she could wipe more rouge blood off.

"But-but Max, I-I can't-n't he-hear his m-mind! I can't feel any-anything!" Angel whimpered, looking harder at Fangs grim face. It was almost as pale as Iggy's, and considering he started out olive colored, that was bad.

"It must be because he's sick. Therefore, we're going to my moms house, so he can get better. Okay? Why don't you go tell Iggy and Gazzy that so they know?" The girls stood slowly, then jumped off into the air. They truly looked like angels.

"Max, I can't breathe." Fang whispered, tearing at his shirt.

"What?" She demanded, thinking the shirt was too tight. She loosened it on his throat, only to find that it wasn't tight. He was gulping hugely, eyes still closed.

"I…I can't breathe." His voice wasn't exactly panicked, more like tired and weak.

"Breathe through your nose." Max said soothingly, happy to find her voice more in control than her fear and worry. Panic, more like it.

"I can't breathe. I…fine." He stopped breathing. Max hit him hard in the chest, and he was breathing again. She remembered that in the School he used to do that, and she would hit his cage really hard, and he was fine again. Something that Jeb told her was his defense mechanism. She hated it. It wasn't because he was holding his breath, it was like for a few moments, his body completely shut down. Any longer than twenty seconds and he'd die...and stay dead.

The kids came back a few minutes later, all of them smelling of burnt clothe. Max gave them a tight smile, then sighed. "Nudge, Angel, Gazzy, why don't yous and Total and Akila watch over Fang while I quickly tell Iggy the plan?" She stood up anyways, but waited until they were all sitting hunched over Fangs body. Her instincts told her to make them lean back, away from his mouth. "Give him some room, guys. He's got a fever and could wake up puking any second." That got them all leaning back.

"Iggy, we're going to my mothers house in maybe two hours. I think we should move Fang into the sunny spots for a little before actually leaving. His skin is so cold, it's scaring me." Iggy waited as she paused, because he knew her well enough to know she was going to say something, just not enough to know what it was. "He started to do that breathing thing again. Where he'd stop breathing. But this time it was weird. He kept telling me that he couldn't breathe- he's never done that…has he?"

"No, but could he just be delusional? I mean, he-" Nudge yelped, loudly. Max was over there in a flash, pushing everyone behind her.

"Where'd he bite you?" She demanded, searching her. Nudge raised an eyebrow, but held up her hand. On the right side of her right hand was a bloody mess.

"I was getting a bug away from his mouth." She explained.

"Just don't go by him. He's delusional, thinks he's a shark." Max gave her a big smile, pushing everyone away. "Iggy, let's move him into the sun." They got Fangs (heavy) body into the sunny patch near the front of the cave and Max forced Iggy to back up at least five feet before they all sat and just watched Fang. He was breathing fine, but still sweating and tensed.

"Max, I'm-"

"Hungry. Okay, I get it. Iggy, you sit on top of the cave, please, to hear if someone comes, and I'll go with these three to get us some Greasy D's. Total, Akila, watch over Fang, please." She stood, glanced once at Fang, and leapt into the air. Flying almost took away her worries. Almost, but not quite. Angel and Nudge followed and Gazzy soon emerged too, the sun making his blond hair seem almost white. Total gave them a look, flapped his still underdeveloped wings and turned back into the cave. Akila sat beside him, guarding Fang like a good dog.

"Alright, I'm going to get some money out, then we'll go for the dollar menu, alright? Get what you want, then we'll order for Fang and Iggy."

"Max, I don't think we should stuff for Fang. I mean, I care that he's going to go hungry, but he just keeps puking it up and it would probably go to waste, so we should just save the money- or we could all get something for Total and Akila, they're going to be very hungry, too. Do you think…that…okay." Nudge said at Max's look.

"I know that he isn't keeping anything down very well, but well, you know, I can't just not have anything for him if he wakes up hungry."

'Maximum, that's very unlikely. He'll wake up very, very thirsty.' The Voice whispered through her mind.

'Why is he so thirsty? Wait. So he is going to wake up!' Max thought happily.

'Not quite in the same form you may expect. Get to Doctor Martinez's house as fast as you can. I have news for you. You're not going to like me after this.' Jeb stated sadly.

'Who says I like you now?' Max snarled, looking down. Gazzy smiled at her hopefully, trying to get her to smile back. The only thing he got was a slight grimace that should have been a smile.

"Fang is going to wake up guys, he's just probably going to be a bit tired, or weak. So don't be loud, when he does." Max said, trying to calm everyone down. Angel looked at her intensely before looking away.

'Max we're going to need a car to get to your moms house. A fast car.' She said into Max's already sore mind.

"Right. But how are we going to get one of those?" Max snapped sarcastically, then realized who she was talking to. Gazzy and Nudge looked slightly weirded out, but were too worried about Fang to give her craziness much thought.

'Nudge is good with hot wiring cars, and I'm pretty sure I can see a dealership right down there…' she suggested evilly.

"Angel." Max scolded. 'Grand theft auto is not exactly what I had in mind.'

'I can always get them to give us the car for twenty dollars. And we can even get your permit, for free, if you want.' Max growled at her.

"Just get the permit Max, so you won't feel as bad about it." Nudge sighed, sounding slightly depressed. Gazzy nodded. Max's face was turning red.

"Do yous not know how bad that is? We will not be doing any of that stuff- it's horrible! It's not much different than-"

'Max, I know you want to be good, but Fang…I can't feel his mind. I admit I can't read Jebs, but I can feel that it's there. Fangs…I can't even feel it. I'm worried. He might not have much time. And if we have to watch you and Iggy carry Fang, it's going to take more than a few hours to get there. With a fast car, we can get to her house in a matter of minutes.'

"…where are you and Gazzy learning these phrases?!" Max demanded.

'I understand…Fine, Angel, we will do this on one condition. We return the car later…you just have to make sure he or she doesn't know we took it or even knows it was gone.'

'Deal.' Angel replied quickly, looking less worried. They landed behind a McDonalds, then went in, finding a conveniently placed ATM (?) machine at the door. They got cash and went up to the counter.

"I need four double cheese burgers, four fries, and, erm, two water bottles." Max said, looking at the guy expectantly. He nodded and typed in the order. Nudge walked up, looking at the menu quickly.

"Can I get two Chicken sandwiches and one hamburger with ketchup only? Maybe some fries?" She looked at Max, who nodded. "And a pop, a Coka, please." She'd adopted 'Coka' from Fang. The boy looked staggered now.

"For, all of yous?" He asked hesitantly. Nudge cocked her head to the side.

"Why does everyone always ask that? NO, not for all of us. For me. She got the first things for her, I got those things for me. Now G- Joey is going to order his stuff, and Angel-lica is going to order hers! Why is it so shocking?" She looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. He said nothing. Gazzy elbowed her out of the way.

"Two double cheese burgers, two fries. One Sprite, please."

"Can I please have two cheeseburgers and three fries? And I want a water, like Max." Angel said, holding Max's hand. She smiled at the six year old, then looked at Gazzy.

"Order for Jeff, please."

"He usually gets four double cheese burgers, a chicken sandwich, two fries, and some Dr. Pepper." Gazzy looked Max hesitantly. She nodded.

"I also need six cheeseburgers plain, with three fries and about three water bottles."

"Um, your total is 36.50. Do you…erm, have enough?" Max sighed and handed him a fifty, which made his manager come up.

"Is that for here or to go, ma'am?" He asked with a southern draw. Max smiled but couldn't really think straight.

"To go, please, sir. And, is there anyway you could fit as much into, oh say, three bags as you can? Then we'll take what we get." Max smiled wider at his expression. They ended up with five or six bags, making them happy to have their backpacks. Max carried the bottles of water and her and Fangs food. Nudge took Iggy's and hers, and her drink. Gazzy took his own food and his drinks and Iggy's. They ate their own food on the way to the car dealer ship.

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Max sighed when they took her picture, for her 'permit' which she didn't earn. They just handed her the small piece of plastic with her fake birth date on it, and her fake middle initial, and her fake address. She smiled tightly and looked outside, where Angel was talking to just about every single employee at the car dealer ship. They all nodded simultaneously and moved away, but not before handing the small child car keys. Max jogged out to them. Gazzy looked to be cheered up.

"Max, you have got to see the car we got. It's called a Jaguar X-Type Racing Concept. They aren't supposed to sell it yet, because it's racing, but Angel can do anything." He started to go on, but he got a really shocked look on his face when he did, and slapped a hand over his mouth. "I sound like Mudge." He said, voice muffled by his flesh and bones.

"I know, she's rubbing off on us. Let's see this car, Angel." Max said edgily, following them. They opened a garage door and showed Max the car. Her jaw dropped. Oh no, this would not do… "I…I erm, I like the spoiler?" She tried, though sounding so strained it wouldn't cover anything.

'It's the fastest they have.' Angel insisted quietly, barely a breath in the back of Max's mind. She started to nod when she realized what Angel was doing.

'ANGEL! DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!' She thought loudly, suddenly very hurt. Angel winced and cowered away.

"I'm sorry Max, I just want to hurry, Fang…" Angel had tears in her blue eyes, now so Max hugged her, and took one last look at the car.

It was all black, had four doors, and the frame its self was low on the tires, but the body was slender, so it could move quickly without much wind resistance. The spoiler was quite high, and the tires were weird, but Max seemed to get the gist of what Angel was saying. This car seemed to be built for speed.

"Kay, guys get in, and buckle up." Max jumped into the car and started it, feeling it gently purr to life. Great. She hoped she could do this right.

Driving wasn't as bad when you were almost positive you weren't going to get pulled over, via six year old mind manipulator. Max drove quickly and way over the speed limit. She found herself pretending she was flying, navigating through cars like they were trees, doing it at a second hand nature, like flying and breathing. Angel and Nudge were talking excitedly, but Angel would pause now and then, to control cop minds, but then she'd be talking again. Gazzy sat in the front seat with Max, playing with the radio. The back seat was quite large and there was a seat in between the two front seats with a seatbelt, so three people could sit in front, and they'd have to think of what to do with the other three later.

"Max, you drive good." Angel said, when they skidded to a halt way under the cave entrance. Max just jumped out and flew up to Iggy.

"Ig, we gotta go now. Nudge, get Akila, Gazzy, you get Total, and Iggy, help me with Fang." Iggy started to go for Fang's head and arms, but Max stopped him. "No, get his legs. I don't want anyone by his mouth." Iggy raised an eye brow. "Later, Iggy, later."

'If I can talk later…' She thought, leaping into the air. Something felt off about Fang's body. It was cold, still, and it felt like dead weight. Not sleeping dead weight. Actual dead weight. "Oh, please hurry." Max murmured. They got him into the back seat, where Max made Nudge and Iggy put Fangs legs on them, reluctant to let them go near his teeth. The throats had been ripped out of those rats. And they had tough fur. "Angel, Gazzy, buckle up. Don't look outside. No one talk. I'll put the radio on. Please, Total, if you have to go, just wait a few, okay? Fang is really, really sick."

"Right, I won't say a word." Total nodded, laying his head on Fangs chest sympathetically. He jerked back up. "Cold." He cocked his head to the side, while Akila just laid over Fangs body, trying to warm him.

Somehow Max knew that wouldn't work. So she sped through traffic again, hoping to remember the way to Dr. Martinez's house from the ground. The road was practically empty, and the sun was slowly getting nearer and nearer to the ground. Must be around five thirty in the after noon.

"Angel, hand Iggy his food. Total, you and Akila can have Fangs, he won't be eating it soon." Max said tightly, not taking her eyes off the road. They got to Dr. Martinez's house a full fifteen minutes later.

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He felt it all. He felt his heart slow to a stop, felt himself stop breathing, stop moving, stop living. He died. It was as simple as that. But oh, it wasn't! Like everything in his life was. He still heard, felt, smelt everything. He felt so full still, so he wanted to move to throw up, but his gut instinct told him to lie perfectly still and not to move. Akila was too warm on his chest. He'd figured out he was dead when the sun, the sun got too hot. They put him in the sun, and he started getting so weak, that now, he knew he was gone. There was a horrible rushing feeling all around him. The smells around him were gross and delicious all at once. But he felt so weak, and so thirsty that he couldn't move.

He felt hands grab him and he felt someone talking above him, and he FELT them start panicking. He could smell how much fear was filling the room he felt they were in. He felt something barely touch his chest, he could hear the intake of breath from someone. They opened his mouth. He leaned over and puked more, trying to get the full feeling out of his stomach.

"That's not possible." He heard a voice gasp, as someone else was leaning over him and trying to get him to finish vomiting. His body shook, and he puked more. Finally he cracked his eyes opened, seeing red splattered all over the floor. He couldn't keep his eyes open, and he finally managed to lay back down.

"He-Max, he's dead." The voice said, hand over his heart. Or where it should have been. He couldn't feel it beating, and Fang usually could when he heard Max's name.

"He was just puking! He's got to be alive!"

"Look at all of that blood, honey. And now listen, he's got no heart beat. He's not breathing. He hasn't moved an inch since puking. His skin is cold." That was Dr. Martinez, but Fang couldn't say anything, not able to say that he was in fact, undead, but he felt so tired…and thirsty.

"NO! Fang is not dead! He's alive, he's going to get up any second now…" She was sobbing, he could hear it and could smell the tears coming from her. Salt and water.

"Put your left wrist over his mouth, Max. Put it to his lips." Jebs voice said, loud and clear, it cut through the fuzzy ness he was feeling.

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She looked at Jeb with wide, tearful eyes, but didn't manage to really understand what he was saying until she took a breath, letting her head clear. She couldn't waste any time. If it would help him…Max pressed the soft flesh of the underside of her wrist to Fangs cold lips, putting a little pressure. At first, nothing happened. She started crying again. Then, it was strange. Fangs lips parted, and it felt like he was asking a question.

"Say yes, Maximum. He can't hear any one but you."

"Yes." Max said immediately, though she didn't know what she was agreeing to. That is, until she felt teeth, sharp and pointed, sink into her flesh. She yelped, but didn't dare move her wrist. If it would keep Fang alive, then she would have to surpass the pain. He was sucking, his lips forming a gentle 'o' around her veins. He was taking blood from her.

"A vigília, não bebe mais." Jeb said , eyes focusing on Fang. "They're his, erm, activation words? No, that won't work. They're words that you can use to stop him if he ever attacks you. They mean 'wake, do not drink any more.' So you can be careful." Fang was still laying back, but he drank nothing from Max's wrist that was still pressed to his lips. She pulled it away and started wiping it on her white shirt. Fang was completely still, with his eyes open. His iris's were blood red, and protruding from his upper lip were two razor sharp fangs.

"What did you do to him?" Max demanded, suddenly pinning Jeb to the wall. They didn't have much time until the kids came in from the car. Valencia looked just as mad, standing behind her daughter with her hands on her hips.

"What did you do, Jeb?" She demanded. Jeb focused calmly on Dr. Martinez, obviously convinced it was the easy way.

"Valencia-"

"I'd prefer if you called me Dr. Martinez, Dr. Batchelder, now that I see what you've done to Fang." She said hotly, glaring.

"Dr. Martinez, then, it was not me, who did this to him." He started.

"Explain to me what you did to Fang!" Max yelled in his face, pushing down harder on his neck to suffocate him. Her mother put a hand on her shoulder when Jeb started to turn red. She loosened her hold a little bit.

"I didn't do it, it was the others. They made him this way, I'm not quite sure of how, but they did. It was set to trigger or start when he turned fifteen, but he was obviously sub consciously rejecting that. I only know how to take care of him. Or to kill him. I--" Jeb started coughing as Max pushed on his throat. The door opened.

"Kids, why don't you come with me?"

"FANG! Fang, why is he not answering me?! Max, why isn't Fang looking at us? Why is he bleeding?" Gazzy, Nudge, and Angel all seemed to be asking the same questions.

"Guys," Max said calmly, as calmly as she could as she held her father to the wall by his throat, "I need you to go with my mom to the waiting room, for a bit. Just until I get some answers." It wasn't a complete lie. "Everything is going to be fine." Now it was a complete lie.

"Okay, guys, we have cookies in the front desk. How about we test which ones are the best and then we'll…" Mom's voice faded away as she walked out.

"Talk. Fast. Now."

"I know that he needs human- or animal- blood to live and that for the first few weeks he's this way he'll need to stay out of the sun. He'll be able to levitate, so wings will be sort of redundant. His skin will pale a little bit, but he'll still have the olive complexion. He'll want to feed off of you, rather than any one else, because you were his closest friend. And you just let him feed off of you." Jeb was talking almost as fast as Max's heart and head was racing. "He won't want human food- it'll just make him sick. He's going to be having a hard time moving and being mobile for a few hours but he'll be fine. His motor skills are already coming back. The only difference you'll see in him really, besides his appetite, will be a short term thing."

"What thing would that be?" Max snarled.

"He's going to be a little dazed for a few days. That's all. It's going to seem like he's not completely there. Like he's…like he's dizzy or sleepy… that's all. Now will you please let me off of this thing?"

"I'll ask the questions, Jeb. When is he waking up? Why did he puke all that blood up? And is he going to die?"

"He'll wake up in fifteen minutes. He puked that blood up because that's the blood from his entire body- mostly his internal organs. That's why he was feeling so full. And as for the last question, no Maximum. He can't. He's already dead." Max pressed her arm tighter to Jebs throat.

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not. Look at him. Is he breathing? Moving? Only the dead can be that still and then get up and walk away like nothing happened." Jeb seemed to be getting snappy lately.

"What's wrong? Going through menopause?" Max retorted. Jeb flushed but said nothing as Max let him go to sit beside Fang. She took his hand. "You're gonna be fine. Just a little different. And that's fine. So long as you wake up." His red eyes flicked towards her, and he sniffed a little. Then he sat up.

"Max…you're covered in blood--your blood." He whispered, ripping his sleeve and wrapping it tightly around her bleeding wrist.

"Thank you. It's good to have you back." She murmured and then did the stupidest- and possibly the best- thing she's ever done. She leaned forward and lightly pecked his lips. Fang stiffened, but hugged her, his entire body freezing.

They went straight to Dr. Martinez's house, keeping Fang in a dark cloak to save his eyes. No one spoke. Jeb left somewhere, but not with out a going away present from Max (she decided that the best thing was the black eye she gave him).They all sat by Fang, until Max walked by and saw.

"Mom has two guest rooms that yous can have. Nudge and Angel, Iggy and Gazzy. Go, please. Nudge, Angel why don't you go find Ella?" She smiled, shooing them out of the room. Fang sat up and looked around. He did seem dazed.

"M-max?" He asked, seeming to have trouble speaking. Max smiled at him and sat down on the love seat across from the couch that he sat on.

"You're gonna be fine, Fang. Just fine." She sighed. "You feeling okay?" What else could she ask?

"Yeah…yes. I'm fine." He shook his head, but the dazed look didn't leave his eyes. She knew that he wanted to come into focus, but it wasn't supposed to wear off for a few days. "Why do I feel this way?" He demanded, as though talking to himself.

"You're just going to be a little tiny bit dazed for a few days." She assured him. "Don't worry-the flock and I will take good care of you. Nothing can get you." She smiled. He sighed.

"What if you guys get hurt?"

"We won't," she insisted.

"What if?"

"No what if's allowed." This time she smirked, waiting for him to say that he changed the rules.

"Well I'm changing the rules- what if?"

"Max, did you want some of these?" Mom walked out holding a cookie pan full of chocolate chip cookies. Max gave a pained look, gestured to Fang secretly, then shook her head. "Not hungry." She announced, earning a look from Fang. He was mostly back to his old self, the only difference being that he couldn't exactly move off the couch yet.

"Max, if you're hungry…" he trailed off, staring at her. Max shook her head.

"I'm not- what about you?" Fang tensed up. "Not hungry at all…or thirsty?"

"No," he said stiffly.

"If you are Fang, it's okay." Max said worriedly. Fangs face cleared, and he looked more dazed than ever.

"Just a little. Please?"

"Alright." Max unwrapped her bandaged wrist and held it out to him. She was surprised to find that it had healed, except two scars where his teeth had punctured her skin. Fang took a seat beside her and gently took her wrist. He didn't waste time, and put it to his mouth. "Go ahead." Max said automatically. She flinched, but felt no pain this time. It was more of a tingle. Dr. Martinez walked in, then walked back out- she returned with a piece of notebook paper and a pen. Fang didn't seem to notice her. He kept drinking as though no one was in the room. 'He might not even see her or hear her…' Max thought, noticing his closed eyes.

'I heard her…' Fangs voice said in her head. She would have jumped, if not for the fact that she was worried it might hurt- her and/or Fang.

'You hear me?' She felt him smile to her wrist as he pulled away. She flinched when she A) saw the blood on his lips, and B) when the cold air hit her wrist. Fang slowly started wrapping her wrist up, while licking his lips.

"Fang, Max, I think we have to make a schedule for you, both of yous." Mom said sternly. Max nodded, compliant now that she could barely see her hands. Fang made her lean her head on his shoulder. She tensed for a second, then relaxed and basically lay against him. She was so dizzy…

"Okay, two times a day will be good for you, Fang? Without starving of thirst, right?"

"Yes, it's fine." He looked down at Max. "I was really thirsty."

"Can you handle it, Max?"

"Yes, I can. No need to bring anyone else into this." Max insisted, trying to sit up. Fang held her down with unnatural strength.

"Alright, so we'll have to spread them out. Breakfast, and dinner time, maybe?" She suggested.

"After each- so she won't be weak." Max made a noise.

"So I'm weak if I don't eat?"

"No, but you'll be tired and weak if I drink before you eat." He said into her hair. She nodded a little.

"Okay, I just don't want either of you to get hurt because of…them." Mom snarled. Max smiled a little at her.

"That's good."

"Yeah, now Max, come in here, eat, drink, and you'll be okay. You can share a room with Ella- well it'll be more like your own room because she's going to camp this June." Max raised an eye brow.

"When is the first?"

"The first is two days from today." She smiled at Max's startled look.

"Sunday?"

"Yup. Now come on, and we'll get you rested before Ella gets here."

"She's not home?"

"Still has school. This is her last day."

"Oh…" Max stood up, only to wobble until Fang was up and holding her arm. She smiled a little at him, then started after her mom. Fang helped her all the way to the kitchen. "I can walk, Fang." She sighed. He just kept holding her arm as they waited for Mom to bring her a water bottle and a red apple.

"Go straight to Ella's room. Fang you'll be okay sleeping in the living room, right?"

"…Yeah." Fang said with a slight chuckle. Neither of the girls got it, so they turned away. Max's wings ruffled a little, then headed towards Ella's room. At the sight of the bed, Max's knees started to give. The stress of the day seemed to be getting to her. Fang led her to the bed and Max was surprised to find that she didn't feel the ground under her feet. She sat at the edge of the bed, and started eating the apple. She finished it and the water quickly. Fang disappeared and reappeared with a banana and another water.

Max sighed and finished those, then lay back on the bed. She was so tired. Everything that had happened seemed to be so surreal. Fang's blood drinking, Fangs sickness, Jeb, Dr. Martinez, the kids….the kids! Max sat up quickly and bolted towards the door. Fang appeared out of nowhere, catching her around the waist and putting her back in bed. The flock came through the door with Ella.

"Max, are you okay?"

"Fang was sick, not me," she insisted. Then she looked around for Fang, noticing he wasn't there. THEN she realized how cold the bed she was sitting on was and realized that she was in Fangs lap. She lurched away and sat beside him. She found it hard to be embarrassed about sitting as close to him as she wanted. Something was definitely wrong with her. And him.