***N/A: So, this is my latest story. I just read Angel, and it was amazing. Warning: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T READ ANGEL YET! MAJOR SPOILERS! Anyways, let's get to the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I, tinaisawesome, do not a) own the characters in this story and b) do not own the main plot. All I own is the idea to write this down, and to come up with this.

One more thing: PLEASEEEEEEE Review! I need to know what you people think about this story so I can either improve it or get some feedback. I mean, I'm writing this for you all, so some reviews would be appreciated. Thank you, and enjoy the story!

Max POV

Funny how life changes so quickly. 2 months ago, I would've said Fang was my soul mate. 2 weeks ago, I would've said Fang and I were never going to see each other again. 2 days ago, I would've said, who should I choose, Fang or Dylan? Now, (surprised by the no 2 hours ago?) all I could think about was Angel dying. Her sweet face, with dirt and mud caked on it, telling me she would believe in me forever. I hopelessly flew on top of the Arizona desert, scanning the crowd for Ella.

"Ella?" I screamed for the umpteenth time. (That's a funny word- umpteenth?) I finally spotted a dark haired blotch in the sand-colored sand. "Ella!" me and Dylan said in recognition. We had to figure out the whole jinx-thing out. Nudge, Gazzy and Iggy looked at us in surprise. They were still in shock about Angel. I was too. But still, we dive bombed in unison towards the brown-haired spot and zoomed in.

"Max!" Ella screamed and hugged me. "I'm sorry I left like that! They captured me, and I escaped, and I didn't know what to do, and I'm just so glad you're here, and..." She was starting to talk like Nudge. Not a good thing.

"Shh," I said. "I'm here now. Don't worry, Ells. I'm here." She listened to half my words, and a couple minutes later, Iggy and Ella were off to the side, talking. The Gasman was currently even more depressed, and Nudge was trying hard to (and miserably failing) at comforting him. I just kind of slid off to the side and looked out into the endless sand. Obviously, Dylan followed.

"Hey," he said, as he sat down next to where I was standing, and pulled me down to the sand. After falling down in, and spitting out, sand, I flung sand at him. That was all it took. Everyone was throwing sand at each other, and by the end, we had sand everywhere. And by that, I mean, everywhere. One of the only non-depressing things we had done since Angel died. I tried to get sand out of my hair, and, believe it or not, the taste of sand from my mouth. And failed. We had spent about an hour or so right here, like this. We had to drop Ella at her aunt's house.

"Come on, all of you. We have to start off." I was met by a chorus of groans. "Come on!" I was already frustrated. "Ella, you have to go your aunt's house." That was when Ella decided to drop her newest bomb on us. Remember that note from before, I was meant to have wings? She really was. Ella took off her black jacket and revealed 12 feet of wingspan. 12 feet! I felt my mouth drop.

"And you didn't tell us this because...?" I asked.

"I, well.." I raised my eyebrows at her. "I.. was nervous, OK? And I still don't know how to fly. But I am not going back to my aunt!"

"Trust me, flying isn't as easy as it looks. Max pushed me off a roof and I fell face first like two times before I even lifted myself. You are in no shape to travel with us right now!" Dylan preached, and I shot him a look that said thanks for all that, but did you have to mention the pushing off part? He nodded in recognition. At least, I think he did. I think it was time to give Ella her first lessons for flying. And I had a feeling it wasn't going to turn out quite so good.

Fang POV

So, me and my crew is headed for Germany, to the castle Max and her gang got caught in (Book 3.) We had to get to the root of this. So there we were, in a train, headed down there. I looked out of window silently, and thought about Max. Suddenly, Maya came up to where I was sitting, and sat down. She quietly took my hand, and held it.

"Fang." Her voice came out icy.

"Yeah?" My voice was harsher than I meant, and Maya flinched.

"Choose," she said, recovering herself.

"Choose what?"

"Me, or... Max."

"Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Me or Max?"

"Maya..." her eyes had that same determination Max got sometimes, when I knew she wouldn't let it go. That scared me. "The choice is simple for me. Max."

"Fang. Listen very carefully." Her voice was so low I could barely hear it. I'd never seen Max do something like this before, so it was fresh. And new. "Max and you can never be together again. Ever."

"That doesn't mean I stopped loving her." She sighed, and pulled out her cellphone (when did she get that?) and started showing me pics. I almost gagged on my chips. One of them showcased Dylan and Max kissing, at night. The same day me and Max had that fight in the sky. The next one showed her head on Dylan's shoulder, crying. Suddenly, I felt a pang of guilt. Now I saw what she meant that day in the elevator, when she said he was the only one who didn't leave her. She thought that Dylan was the only one who cared about her anymore. Those pics cut through me like a knife, and as cold as ice. One thought crossed my mind for the hundredth time that day- why did he leave Max?

"I'm sorry, Fang. I'm sorry I have to show those pics to you. But, I hope you get this- she has moved on. And it's time you do too. Remember what the little girl- what's her name- right, Angel, said- you either stay and weigh it in, or you leave and don't have a say." I raised my eyebrows, but said nothing. Where exactly was this headed? "It's time you move on- with me."

***A/N:

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