Forever

Summary: Fang returns with a new member: his brother. Jealousy flares up when Fang's brother declares his undying love for Max, causing her to reveal a shocking secret.

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Shorts, check.

Tank top, check.

Spandex cutoff gloves, check.

I was ready to roll.

"Hey guys—I'm gonna head down to the basement, hit a couple rounds with the punching bag," I called as I went down the stairs.

I paused, halfway down. "Guys?" No answer. I tensed, listening for a sound.

Two weeks ago was when Angel disappeared. A week ago was when Dylan went missing. We don't know where he went or who took him, but he was gone.

If someone else went missing, I don't know what I'd do.

I slowly crept my way down to the bottom of the staircase, which opened up into the living room.

I was relieved when I heard laughter coming from the dining room. I stood in the entryway, looking at my flock. To my surprise, I saw Fang's gang there as well. "Whoa," I said, taken aback at just how full the room was.

He looked up and briefly flashed me his signature smirk. "Mornin' Max," he said. I gave him a confused smile that said, Nice to see you, but why are you here?

"Ooh, Max! They wanted to come surprise you for your birthday!" Nudge exclaimed. I looked at her, puzzled. "They hacked into Itex and found out your real birthday."

"Happy sweet sixteen!" Kate smiled and stood up to hug me, catching me by surprise.

"Oh—um, wow. Thanks, I think," I said, laughing as Kate sat down.

"And Fang has a new member," Gazzy mentioned.

I rose an eyebrow at Fang, seeing no one new at the table.

He shrugged. "I kind of...found my brother..."

"He's two years older," Maya added. "And coincidentally, they have the same taste in clothes." She rolled her eyes, referring to Fang's black attire. I smiled; it's nice to be on good terms with her.

"Well," I started, "where is—"

I stopped short, unable to breathe as a guy with black wavy hair entered from the kitchen, holding a glass of OJ.

His blue eyes found me standing there, making him freeze where he stood. "Max?" he said softly.

"Damon...?" I asked, shocked. I mentally shot myself in the foot. We weren't supposed to meet again! He was not supposed to find me!

"Wow—Am I sensing some tension?" Ratchet said, grinning between the Damon and I. I was now glaring and shaking my head at Damon as he smiled at me.

"You two have met?" Fang muttered, sounding more upset as the seconds ticked by.

"Oh, much more than that, brother." Damon smirked, then threw me a flirtatious wink.

Oh, now he's just trying to piss off.

And it was working.

I stared at him, mouth open in shock. He went around me to lean against the wall, purposely brushing up against me as he passed. "Oh yes, we certainly had some fun, didn't we Max?" He chuckled as I looked away from the flock, trying to hide my blush. "I admit, she was the life of the party."

Hoping my blush had died away, I whirled on him, saying, "You are not supposed to be here!"

Damon rolled his blue eyes. "Au contraire," he said, French for, On The Contrary... "I know you want me here."

"Oh, you wish," I said bitterly, narrowing my eyes.

"Don't you?"

"No!"

"Sure?"

"Damon..." I warned. He's toying with me again!

"It's okay of you still want me, Max," he joked, taking a step closer.

"Oh, I want you, Damon," I said, flashing him a flirty smile. It quickly turned into a glare as I added, "I want you dead. Gone. Out of this house," I muttered to him.

He looked surprised at my response. "Wow, you got feisty, Max. I like the new you." He looked at Fang and grinned. "I suppose I have you to thank for that, brother."

I groaned and stepped away from Damon. I looked at Fang and said, "Of all the people to pick—did you have to take him in?" I gestured to his cocky excuse of an older brother.

Fang didn't respond, watching Damon and I with a stony expression. He finally spoke. To his brother. "So you lied."

Damon's look mocked astonishment. "Me? Never!"

"You said you wanted to meet Max, not that you two have already met," Fang replied, almost growling.

Damon shrugged and flashed his signature smirk, almost identical to Fang's. "Well, maybe I fibbed a teeny tiny bit."

"You think this is funny?"

Damon's smirk quickly faded. "Nothing involving Max is funny."

Fang and Damon continued to glare at each other.

I couldn't blame them; I, myself, was practically seething. "Why can't you just leave?" I said, through clenched teeth.

Fang sighed, avoiding my gaze. The others did the same. "What?" I exclaimed. Then I groaned. "Oh, what don't I know?" I asked miserably.

"Well...he's kind of one of us, now," Iggy said. I gave him a What the hell? look.

Damon replied by setting his OJ down and saying, "I'm just like you, Max." With that, a pair of beautiful black wings expanded from his back, streaked with gold.

I stood there, taken aback. "This cannot be happening."

He just smirked at me. "Face the facts, sweetheart. You're stuck with me."

I almost shrieked with anger, but then Star put up two hands and said, "Wait, wait, wait—how did you two meet again?"

"Yeah, Max, because Fang's only meeting his brother now, and so is everyone else," Nudge said. She pondered aloud, "Did you guys meet at the School?"

"Cat's out of the bag, now," I said to Damon bitterly. "Nice job, hotshot!"

He spread his arms out wide, saying, "Well, they don't have to get involved!"

"Involved in what?" Fang interrupted.

We ignored him. "You're the one that told them we've met before!" I accused.

"You never stopped me!"

"Guys?" Nudge said tentatively.

"I couldn't! You kept talking!" I shot back. I thought to myself, Why can't you be more like Fang: SILENT!

"Uh, guys?" Holden piped up.

Damon cut off Holden. "Look, it's not a big deal."

"Of course it's a big deal!" I said, angrily.

"Guys!" Iggy finally shouted. Damon and I paused our bantering to look at him. "Max," Iggy said, turning to me. "Just tell us whatever it is you're not telling us. I'm sure we'll understand it."

I took a deep breath, calming myself. "Well, if I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

"Try us," Maya said, leaning back and giving me a reassuring smirk.

"We originally met in 1864," Damon blurted. "We can't die, but if we do, we get reincarnated."

My eyes widened as he blurted out everything I've been hiding from my flock. "Are you insane?" I hissed, shaking my head.

"Just for you, Maxie."

"Don't call me that," I warned.

"I'm sorry, I assumed we'd be getting the truth," Maya said, looking between Damon and I in disbelief.

"It's the truth, I swear!" Damon exclaimed.

Everyone looked at me. I sighed and said tightly, "Well, he's not lying..."

Okay. I'm bored, and I'm sick. So...yeah. Taking a break from my other story.

Was it good? I was trying to go for the DAMON SALVATORE feel, like from Vampire Diaries. I absolutely LOVE him.

Who knows, I may even slip in a few 1864 moments from the show. NO WORRIES! No vampires, though, for you haters . =.=

I'm going for an immortal type Max and Damon.

DOES THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE? Lol please review!

FAX fo sho... ;)