Max pov
I was standing alone in front of my school, impatiently waiting for Iggy to arrive. He usually picked me up, coming 5- 10 minutes late,but never longer. Today I had been waiting for him already half an hour. I was shivering from cold, since all I had with me, was my thin, black jean jacket. How could I know, that todays weather is going to be so bad? In the morning it was quite sunny and warm, so I dressed in light, short-sleeved t-shirt and knee-length jeans. Now, the wind was blowing pretty strong and the heavy, dark clouds indicated that it was going to rain very soon.
I nervously tapped my fingers against the cold school wall, when I felt the phone vibrating in my pocket. I took it out and looked at the screen, checking the number and quickly recognising it. I picked up and not waiting for him to say anything, I burst out angrily
" Iggy , you freaking bastard! When you'll arrive, I'll cut off your- "
" Max, I can't pick you up today " he interrupted me, in a harsh tone. I froze for a while, narrowing my eyebrows
" What? Why? " I asked dumbly. I must admit the vision of taking a bus wasn't too bright. I had bad experience and blenched every time when public communication crossed my mind.
"It's pretty complicated, have no time to explain it all to you now. Take the bus, the food's waiting on the table, all you have to do, is put it in the microwave. Or stop, don't. Ask Mrs Marshall for help. Actually, I'll call her. I don't know when I'll be coming home, so someone has to stay with you" he ordered, not letting me to say a word. I clenched my teeth harder at his remark about Mrs Marshall coming over. I was going to be 18 in 3 weeks and he kept on treating me like a child. I didn't need anyone staying with me! I mean, come on! If someone was going to kill me, I'm sure a 85 years old granny wouldn't be able to help me a lot.
"Iggy..." I started trying to explain him for the hundreth time, that I didn't need anyone watching over me, when a sudden pain shot through my chest. I hissed and clenched my heart, dropping the phone on the ground. Not being able to catch my breath, I stood with my mouth open looking like a gaping fish. The feeling lasted for few seconds, before finally leaving me.
"Max? Max! Everything's alright?" Iggy's voice blared from the speaker. Calming my nerves down I nodded to myself. Breathing heavily, I bent and after picking my phone up and brought it to my ear.
"Yeah, everything's fine. No need to worry. I'll call you later, when I'll finally reach the home. Bye" I uttered, not wanting continue the topic. After a moment of silence, he responded with a short ok and hanged up. Letting a short sigh of relief, I hid the phone back to my pocket. Iggy didn't need to worry about me getting another attack. It was my second this week, but stronger than the first one. A strange feeling as if someone was trying to rip your heart out of your chest. I shook my head, trying not to think about it any longer.
I threw the bag on my shoulder and slowly shuffled toward the bus stop. I lazily gazed up at the informations' board to check the time of next arrival, when I saw a yellow sheet with bold, red letter on it. INACTIVE IN DAYS 10-13 SEPTEMBER.
"Perfect" I mumbled under my breath, kicking the nearest trash can. Now I had to walk almost 7 km by foot. Seriously, couldn't it get any worse, I asked myself, throwing the hands into the pockets of my pants. And as soon as the thought crossed my mind,it started to rain. I smiled ironically to myself. Yes, perfect. Shaking my head slightly, I took my phone out of the bag. I turned on the music, letting the pressure of the day run down my back. Listening to the Beatles was the best thing I could do at the moment.
Without noticing it, I finally arrived at the main street. From here it was only about 4 km to my house well, two if I would go byway. My gaze travelled to the narrow epmty street, dark in a shadow of ugly, grey buildings standing on both of her sides. Bardless Street, as the old plate said, was one of this which people write scary stories about. There were some wierd rumors about it, but right now they didn't matter to me at all.
Drugdealers, rapist, murders. Some even said about magic creatures such as goblins, demons and centaurs. I remembered Iggy telling me all the stories when I was a kid. I loved them, though honestly most were pretty scary and sending chill down my spine.
The wind had started to blow really hard and the rain got thicker. Shaking a bit, I grabbed the jacket and fastened the very last buttons. If only teleportation was possible...
" Hi, Max " This unexpected voice made me jump. I turned around and saw Nick, the new guy from my school. He was looking at me, with this cocky grin on his face that made every girl faint. Every, but not me. To be true, I didn't actually change even two proper sentences with him before, so it wasn't fair of me to judge him, but something about him made me feel conscious. He was too cute, nice and gentle to be true. With his pretty face, blond, curly hair and big green eyes he looked too innocent. Seeing me study his face, he smiled slightly and held out his umbrella.
" Come here, you're really wet."he invited and instinctively I went right to him. He wrapped his warm arm around my waist and brought me closer to him. "it's pretty cold" he said, as if trying to explain himself. I didn't say anything, just stayed there feeling slightly uncomfortable.
" So, Nick. What are you doing here? " I asked, trying to start a conversation as I raised my eyebrow at him.
Nick/Fang Pov
"So, Nick, what are you doing here? " She asked me after while. I saw astonishment and curiosity in her eyes. I smiled. What was I doing here? I should be the one asking this question. This street was almost my home. It practicaly belonged to demons. Almost everyone who lived here was one. Those were the ones chosen to hunt people down and make them commit sins.
And yes, in case you're wondering, I am one too. I am not a human. I am not cute nor innocent. I am not who people take me for.
I'm a demon and to be specific, the prince of the Hell- Fang.
Exactly the one adults scare children with. The one that legends are about. The most cruel, cunning, Machiavellian and wicked creature in the world.
You may ask what am I doing here, why I am doing what I'm doing, but I guess the answer is a bit too long. Actually, it's the story of Maximum's life. Life of a girl with angel's heart.
Max was really stupid to come here. Some idiot could simply kill her and her precious heart would be wasted. I didn't wait all these years to lose it now, when it was so close.
With the corner of my eyes, I looked at Max's face studying her for a while. I've seen it thousand times already and I still understand my brother's move. Why did he put the Heaven in such a big risk just to save the life of normal human? Was there anything special about her? Simple brown eyes, small freckled nose, ordinary pink lips, natural blond hair and human body. Human, mortal body, which she's going to leave soon forever.
"Nick?" her soft voice broke my thoughts. I raised my eyebrow in a questioning manner, looking directly into her eyes.
"Huh?"
"You didn't answer my question" she pointed out, flashing her long eyelashes a bit. Her gaze seemed to bore into my soul, so I looked away. I remembered the question and answered, shrugging my shoulders
" Nothing actually. Just went on a walk. What about you? "
" I'm going home." she replied. "My lovely brother couldn't pick me up"
"What about parents?" I asked casually. She shrugged as if it didn't matter, but I saw annoyance in her eyes.
" I don't have one" she mumbled, throwing her hands in to the pockets. My eyes widened as I pretended to be surprised. I knew everything about her life. When she was just 2, her dad left her and her mother, finding himself another woman. Her mom raised Max and first son, Iggy all by herself. When Max was 4 it was diagnosed that she had a very serious heart defect and would die in few months. Valencia, cause that was the name of her mother, desperately searched for help, trying to save her only daughter. Yet, no doctor could tell her anything else but a silent 'sorry'. That's when she met an angel, literally. Dylan, the prince himself, offered to give his own heart to the little girl to safe her life. There was only one condition. When Max would turn 18 Dylan's heart would have to go back to the owner and she would have her own one, but as an angel. That would mean leaving the world of humans, in other words, dying. Here we come to the moment, where I explain, why I am bothering to keep her company on her journey to heaven. Ripping out the heart of the fucking Angel, of my fucking brother and getting all the information about his weak points...The heart was the key to finally take over the world. Demons would finally be able to break the peace treaty and start a war. Perfect plan, but not that easy to fulfill. Literally ripping the heart out, would be easy, but sadly that's not how it works. I need the key to it. Disgusting love. What else could an Angel come up with? That's why I'm the nicest guy living on the world possible. I need Max to fall for me and open her closed heart a bit. Then, I'll be able to get what I want.
"Oh, I'm sorry" I said, turning my attention back to Max.
The rest of the walk we spent in silence.
Max pov
When I arrived home, Iggy still wasn't there. I went to the kitchen and not bothering to heat up the meal Iggy made, I took out a sandwich from the fridge. I sat on the couch in the living room and turned the TV on. Not really caring what movie it was I watched it. I was both tired and bored. My head was aching and I felt like falling asleep any time.
Suddenly I got this wierd feeling, like, you know, when someone is observing you. I turned around and, was it just me, or did I see a shadow of someone?
I waited for a while, before shaking my head, and going back to television.
"Oh, Romuald, don't leave me! I never cheated on you!"
"No, Serena! You broke my heart! I can't love you anymo-
I straighten immediatly, when I heard the sound of breaking glass. I ran to the kitchen and saw pieces of plate laying on the floor. I froze in place too terrified to move.
Fang pov
I officialy, finally have found my destiny. Spying Max was just so funny, that I could spend my whole life doing it. I threw, on purpose some of her dishes, just to annoy the crap out of her. When she entered the kitchen, she froze in a place with the funniest face ever. I snickered quietly and ran into the living room. More problems, more fun! I turned the volume of TV on max and hid behind the sofa. Max went in and turned it off.
"Iggy ..." she asked in a small voice "I know it's you. Stop making fun of me" Then she crouched, and started to cry. She hid her face in her hands and rocked to and fro. I watched her and almost, wanted to comfort her. Almost. I stayed there for a while and then left.