Ok it's been a while... I don't have spell check on my computer so it's kinda hard reading through the chapters cuz I have no patience whats so ever, haha. But anyway, I really like this chapter. There's more of a image of Fang and Max's relationship. Sorry it's bad tho, I think I could've done better.

I sat up from my bed, a little shaky from my dream. Then laughed lightly, it was a dream, I'm ok. Right?

I heard voices downstairs, why is mom really up so early? I didn't bother putting a sweater over my light purple tank top, even though it's freezing. I quietly walked down the stairs, hoping they wouldn't creak. "Mom?" The voices got a ittle louder. I hesitantly turned the corner into the living room, and was tackled by something short, I screamed as I hit the ground.

"Max!" Oh, I smiled at my stupidity, it was only my tiny Angel. "I missed you! Mommy said we could come today. She and Tyler went to get breakfast." I stood up, holding her in my arms as she talked to me.

"That's great sweetheart. I'm starving." She giggled quietly and kissed my cheek. "Who were you talking to?"

"Dim- Fang. He came over not to long ago." Fang was here? Angel nodded, "You don't like him? He said you were friends. I'm sorry Max."

I shook my head, "No, we're friends. Really good fri-"

"Best friends."

I raised an eyebrow, "Uh, yeah, that." I walked into the kitchen, and saw Fang sitting at the table smiling. "Wipe that grin off your face. You told her to jump me, didn't you?" He nodded, still holding that sweet smile. "Jerk." I muttered. Angel jumped out of my arms and sat by him.

"Don't worry. Half of me is feeling guilty, but the thump when you hit the ground was hilarious."

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed, "You- I, uh, what time is it?" What is wrong with me?

"It's 11: 47, Max. Why? What's wrong?" Concern filled his voice, his big brown eyes stared at me. I shrugged and I suddenly felt light headed. I grabbed the counter behind me as the room spinned. Fang stood up quick and wrapped his arms around my waist, "Max?" I shook my head and leaned my head on his shoulder.

"Not feeling well that's all." My body felt so weak, I couldn't think straight, Fang's voice echoed, but it seemed to comfort and scare me at the same time.

Angel came over to us and climbed onto the counter. "Max, I'm scared. What's wrong?" I pulled away from fang and hugged her close. "Max?"

We stood there, all holding each other close. Angel cried into my shoulder, my baby was so scared and I was too weak to tell anyone what was happening. Fang whispered comforting words to us, his voice oh so soft. "Am I interrupting something here? I'm sorry." I jumped, cursing as the room spinned once again. I let my body fall against Fang, what's happening?

"Mommy! Max isn't feeling well, she almost passed out!" I scowled at Angel.

"I'm fine. I just need to sit down for a while." Lies. I felt like my head was going to explode. Fang looked at me, he knew. He knew something was wrong, he knew I was lying.

"Max, go lay down."

"But I-"

He glared at me, not a good sign. "Go. Lay. Down" I sighed, he was mad at me. I looked in his eyes, I wanted so much to reply with some smart ass retort, but that might make things worse. I walked to the living room, silently praying I wouldn't pass out on my way there. Angel ran to me, obviously sensing my fear, and grabbed my hand. I heard Fang and Aunt Marci talking about me, wondering what was going on.

I sat down, moving a little so Angel could lay down next to me. I leaned back and tears fell as my head started pounding. I wanted to scream, but if I did, I would make Angel worry, heck, by crying I worried her. "Hey." I looked up at the sound of his voice, "Do you feel better?"

"No."

"Angel, sweetheart, can you go help your mother in the kitchen?" She hesitantly stood up, looking back at me. Fang grabbed her hand, smiling sweetly.

She hugged him, "Make her feel better Fang. Please?" He kissed her cheek and she ran out of the room.

He sat next to me, "Your crying. What happened? You scared me."

I opened my head to speak but my head pounded harder, it felt like somone was hitting me with a hammer. I whimpered, "Make it stop, Fang. I'm scared." He pulled me to him, I rested my head on his chest. He gently rubbed my back, shushing me as my sobs broke lose.

"Max, I want to talk to you. Fang, son, you can stay if you'd like." I looked at my aunt, praying Fang would stay. "What's going on?"

"I'm not sure. I woke up and felt fine..ish."

"Ish?"

"Mhm, I was scared. You remember that dream I had like two years ago? When I woke up screaming?" She nodded. "I had that dream again. But it felt so real this time. Like I was actually there. And dad...." I shuddered. " He- He wouldn't wake up. And those men just kept walking towards me, calling my name. Saying they needed me to help them. And one guy dressed in black, pointed a gun at me and shot. But I didn't die. He kept shooting me, I smiled and told him it didn't hurt.

"He grabbed me and took me away. He kept me in some cabin and only came to beat me, or torture me."

"That's not all of it." I looked at Fang, "I've had that dream before. He was blind, wasnt he? Only a couple years older, maybe 19. But he knew what he was doing, and where he was going. He's no fool, there was no way to trick him into letting you go. And threatening to scream for help, or the police finding him and taking him to jail or prison didn't scare him. He just laughed."

"Yeah." I took Fang's hand, I was scared. How did this happen? "So, wow, this is crazy. Fang, when did you have this dream?"

He shrugged, "A while ago. When I was 14, maybe 15."

I looked down at the floor, I was so lost. It's just not right. I was 14 when I had that dream, "Max? Your father was about 13 when he started having the same dream. I'm going to talk to your mother about this. Somethings wrong." She walked out of the room

I leaned my head on Fangs shoulder, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Scaring you. And for the dream, horrifying isn't it?" He took my hand and squeezed gently.

"Yeah. What I can't figure out is...why did we have the same dream? How?"

"Don't know. But the dream gets better"

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, when you wake up."

"No, when you escape."

"You escape?" I nodded. "I wish I'd gone that far."

"You haven't? Huh, well you were there though. Like when the ambulance comes. You were waiting there for me." I smiled at him and he rested his forehead on mine.

"Good."

With how close he was to me, and how warm his hand was, I had the sudden urge to whisper the words "I love you".

Then I pulled back, what was I thinking? I don't believe in love. It's not real, just something people said. What about you parents? They were in love. And Fang? I flinched. What about Fang? Did I love him? "Hello? Earth to Max?"

"Sorry. I spaced didn't I?"

Smiling, he hugged me tight. "It's ok." Then I realised, it was real. Fang cared about me, he was always right beside me. I didn't have to look for him, I just needed to turn and he was right there.

He was beautiful and dark, like that black butterfly. So exotic and unique. And I loved him. But I couldn't tell him. No, it would ruin everything. He can't know, he won't know.

Ok, ok. How cliche? I think it was ok. I wanted to do something different. Most of the stories I've read on here have Max refusing to love him, they are good stories tho. Like really good. But I like to do things different. (My way). So Max knows she loves him, but the question is, does he love her?