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What happens if a cat joins the flock? Why is Max soft around her? Or atleast, as soft as she can get...

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Max's POV;

It's been a few days since Fang left, and I've been crying my heart out.

Strangely.

I missed Fang, and 20 years was to long for me. How was I supposed to live without him? But thankfully, I still had the rest of the flock. Everyone was pretty much the same. I guess he felt lonely. Gazzy's like a brother to him, but Fang was his eyes. Most things, he asked Fang about. Like maybe red-headed girls.

It gets so annoying with no darkness and tension around the house and there were no killer smiles. To all Fang's admires, two things;

He is mine, so back off.

Life is way to painful to talk about.

Max's POV;

I was thinking of Fang (almost all I ever do), when I heard a slam! At the door. Then, there was silence. Stunned, I walked closer to the door. Opening it slightly, I saw nothing outside. Turning around to go back in, I saw a Fang-like figure at the door step. She looked exactly like Fang; shaggy, silky, midnight hair, cream colored skin, and black clothing. She wore a black t-shirt, a black miniskirt with black leggings, black sandals, a Fang-like leather jacket, and one of those black bracelets that look like a dog collar with spikes. She even wore light, black makeup. She looked pretty Goth, if you ask me. Wow, see if you can say black more then I did in two sentences.

Draping her over my shoulders, I walked her over to the couch.

"What does it look like?" Iggy asked, excited. By now everyone was downstairs.

"She must have a name," I replied, bored. But Iggy's face lit up at the word 'she'. Excuse me, sexist piggy.

"She looks just like Fang," Nudge breathed.

"Poor thing. She's loosing so much blood," Angel slurred. She was right. Fang #2's arm looked like it wasn't there because of the blood. Note to self; never loose your focus with a girl who looks like your loved one. I ripped up the sofa cover, putting pressure on the girl's arm; I remembered the time when I did the same thing with Fang. Fang, Fang, Fang…

"Pay attention," I heard Gazzy point out. Ooopps….

"There, that should do it," I exclaimed. "Iggy, you don't care where you sleep, right? Good, then please sleep here tonight. If she wakes up, don't let her go. Try and learn from her." Iggy nodded, and that night, fell asleep in a chair near the couch.

The New Girl's POV;

It was probably two in the morning, and I slipped off the couch.

'Walk as lightly as you can,' I reminded myself, feeling around me. Out of nowhere, a thin but strong arm wrapped me around the waist. I would have jumped in surprise, but the arm kept me grounded.

"Sit….please," an angelic voice sang in my ear. The voice was low, but heavenly.

"Okay," I sang back, moving to the coach. I wanted to please the voice in anyway I could. The boy had now turned on the lights. Brightness filled my eyes.

"I'm Iggy," the voice said as he lowered the lights. "'Scuse me, is this to dim?" he sounded embarrassed.

"No, it's fine," I slurred, imagining what a guy this boy was. "So, Iggy. How old?" I landed in reality, with nothing other to say.

"Uh, 15. Yeah" he said as he sat on the couch. "And you?"

"14," I smiled, feeling his eyes on me.

"Quick! How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Huh?" I asked, confused.

"Sorry, checking for any eye damage or blurriness. So how many?" He asked.

"Um, I'm blind."

"Come again? You can't see anything?" Iggy laughed "I don't believe it! To actually think I wound find someone just like me!"

"Exactly how I feel now," I grinned. My hand brushed Iggy's; he felt embarrassed. I could feel people's feelings. Based on that, I could find out what exactly they were thinking. I noticed Iggy wondering how gorgeous I might be. I firmly kept my hand on his. I stood up, still holding Iggy's hand. He stood up with me. "What's wrong?"

"Here," I stumbled with his hand, dropped it, and took off my shirt so my back was bare. Slowly, I picked up Iggy's hand and placed it on my back so he could feel my...

"Wings,"

Iggy's POV;

My hand didn't leave her back.

"This is crazy! First I find out your blind, and now this! Crap!" I rubbed her in between her wings. I pressed her skin, playing with her bra strap.

"Iggy?"

"Yeah?"

"'Name's Selina,"

"Nice name," I didn't know what to say other then that.

"Thanks, but call me Cat," she tapped my hand, I untangled his fingers from her strap, and I heard her shrug her shirt back on.

"Cat. Why?"

"People…relate me to a cat. Like a black cat." She hissed, and that made me smile. Cat threw herself on the couch. I looked down in her direction, couldn't see her, and asked, "Want anything to drink?"

"Yeah, maybe warm milk. Thanks," I shrugged. I enjoyed Cat. She had given me a warm squeeze, a soft touch, and didn't pull away when I twisted her bra strap. I laughed, scolding myself for being this way. As soon as Cat got her milk, she inched closer to me and I draped a hand across her shoulder. After draining her milk, she fell asleep in my arms.

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