Hey my peeps. What's up?!?!?!? Since I'm really bored, I decided to update a third time today *faints*.

You know what's weird? I don't really know how Max will take this whole thing! Will she be freaked of happy?

I need your opinions people!

Oh…I don't…own…MR *goes into corner and cries loudly*

Michael Jackson is dead *stares into space*…just wanted to say

Song of the Day: Sound of Madness by Shinedown (yeah baby!!!!)

My heart rate accelerated with the car. I'd just freaking hit a guy! You moron!

Hey guys…I'm gonna go for a drive. Maybe I'll hit a guy while I'm at it. Today's been pretty boring.

Only a few moments away from the house, I turned to look at the guy lying in the back seat of my car. He looked bloody, battered, and sick. Basically like I used to after a long day.

Sighing, I turned back around and added pressure to the gas pedal. I was now pushing 100 mph.

Calm down Max. You didn't kill him, but you might if you don't slow.

Angel? Where are you guys?

Hey Max! Whoa…what's up with you? You sound crazed!

Never mind that! Where. Are. You?

Iggy and Gazzy are working…Nudge, Em, and I are at the mall.

Ok honey, love you.

I blocked her from my mind…just in case. Let's just say that a fourteen year-old can get quite nosy at times. I could even feel her gently prodding through my mind as I drove.

The man behind me stirred and groaned. I jumped, the very noise sending me on the edge. Oh God….paranoia was coming back at me in full force.

I finally made it to the house. I parked crookedly, not really caring at the moment. I would fix it soon, right now I had to take care of this guy.

I jumped from my car, only to be stopped by my seatbelt. It tugged at my throat, making my oxygen leave me with a whoosh.

Idiot!

After successfully releasing myself from the confines of my car, I stumbled to the back seat, and was soon dragging the man to my house.

He was big, thick with muscles. Also, he was a few inches taller than I was, increasing the whole weight thing. So, as I grunted and strained to keep myself upright, I was cursing God for gravity.

I struggled to make my curses PG-13 for Angel's sake, but it was hard. This dude was freaking heavy!

Eventually, I made it to the front patio. Exhausted, I could only drop the unconscious guy on the concrete floor below my feet.

Hope he doesn't feel that.

After unlocking the door and allowing it to open, I bent down to get the man.

His eyes snapped open as my face was inches from his. At first, they were blank, none motional, but soon a passion filled them whole.

"Max,"

The voice, a single whisper, sent me backpedaling in shock. I tripped over a flower pot (courtesy of Angel) and landed on the patio with a dull thud.

Ouch.

Only one voice could send shivers down my spine like that. Only one voice could sound like that. Only that voice could be that quiet yet commanding.

Fang.

Quickly, but quietly, I crawled my way back over to him. He'd fainted again, maybe because of the pain he was in. Earlier, I'd noticed the dried blood on his back and on his left side.

Breathing deeply still, I reached down and poked him on the forehead. My hands were shaking badly, so it was more like poke…po…pok…poke.

He didn't move.

Moving faster now, I picked him up and hauled him into the house. Looking around quickly, I saw my savior.

Taking a deep breath, I tugged him over to the couch and flopped him down onto it, not caring about the odd way one arm was bent. I had to see for myself.

Carefully, I unbuttoned his shirt. It was green, rolled up at the sleeves. You could hardly tell though. Dirt and blood covered most of the once clean fabric, marring it forever.

His jeans were in a similar state.

After successfully getting the shirt holes off of his large arms I slowly, and carefully, rolled him over.

I let out a sob. It was him. The feathers, once smooth and silky to the touch, were now uneven and grungy. But they were still black. So was his hair. His skin still had an olive tone to it. He was my Fang.

I couldn't think. I simply leaned down and lay on top of his dirty form. I didn't care if I was smothering his face into the pillows at the moment. He was home.

I took a big whiff of his hair. Even though there was a strange funk to it, he still smelled the same.

Tears escaped from my eyes and down onto his feathers, leaving marks as they slid off.

Oh God. Thank you. Thank you!

Then a few pistons decided to fire in my brain.

I quickly slid off of his warm body and ran towards the first aid kit.

.

One hour later, Fang was cleaned and patched up completely.

Yes, I'd actually given him a bath. Thank God he'd stayed unconscious.

Now, as he lay in my bed, I just stared at his face. He was now in one of Iggy's shirts and a pair of his sweatpants. I'd picked the lock and cringed when I saw a Nudge's tank-top hanging on his lamp.

I'd also cut Fang's hair. It had grown past his shoulder blades and was impossible to get all of the tangles out. Also, the length made his face look too gaunt (that was Nudge speaking from some teeny part in my brain).

So, I'd grabbed the kitchen scissors and started snipping. Don't worry, I didn't chop it all off. Most of the hair went down to his ear, and a large chunk hung down in front of his eye.

Once done cleaning him up, I'd washed my hands (they were covered in blood) and brushed my teeth (for no reason).

Now, as I lay on top of him, gazing down in wonder, I smiled. God had given me a second chance.

I sighed in pure bliss. He was warming up now, a gentle heat radiating from him through his clothes. It seemed to warm my soul. It woke my heart up. And for once…

I was free.

In the last eight years, I'd never felt so light. I was weightless, every chain holding me down discarded.

Fang makes you feel this way Max.

Angel had found out as soon as I'd seen Fang's feathers. Now the whole family knew (thanks to Angel's big mouth) and they were taking their sweet time to get home (they wanted to give Fang some space according to me). Nudge gave me one of those I-told-you-so speeches over the phone. They'd all called me, each one taking their turns to beam at me through the phone.

I'd simply glared and told her to shut it. She listened, but added a giggle before handing the phone to Iggy.

The only one not in on the plan yet was Emily. I wanted to tell her in person. She wouldn't understand properly without my help.

Fang stirred beneath me. His eyelids flickered; he tensed.

"Fang?" I whispered gently.

His eyes opened and he stared up at me in shock.

Those eyes. I'd forgotten how beautiful they really were. Nearly black with the strange gold tints.

Hell, I'd forgotten most of the things I loved about him over the years.

"Max?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty and doubt.

"Yeah?"

Why were we whispering?

"Is it really you?"

His eyes seemed to brighten little at the thought. His arms hand come up and circled around my waist, his warm hands rubbing circles in the exposed flesh of the small of my back.

I couldn't simply tell him. That wouldn't be very convincing.

Yeah I'm max. Ignore the fake contacts and the wig. They came with my outfit!

Slowly, as not to startle him, I lifted one of my hands from either side of his face.

I reached inside my shirt and tugged the necklace off of my neck.

Keeping it concealed in my fist, I leaned back a bit and put the hand as a barrier between us.

Fang held his breath as I slowly opened my fist, revealing a locket. The locket was a simple silver heart, with two small wings on either side of it.

Smiling hugely (bigger than I'd ever seen him) he gently grabbed the necklace from my hand.

Opening it, he revealed the picture inside of it.

It was a picture of two young children kissing. One was blushing a deep scarlet, her brown hair blocking some of her face as she wrapped her arms around her lover. The boy had longish black hair, hanging over on eye. He seemed happy as he kissed her back, his arms wrapped around her and out of the picture.

He looked from the picture to me. The glint was still in his eyes, though his smiled had receded some.

I bit my lip in nervousness. I'd always imagined this moment, but was practically clawing at the walls in anticipation for his answer.

Tenderly, he put the necklace back on my neck, brushing against my face and ears as he went, making me shiver in delight.

Again slowly, he sat up, making me straddle his lap. Removing his other hand from my back, he brought both of them hold me face.

"Maximum Ride. You have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, before leaning down to kiss me.

I practically tackled him. I smashed my mouth against his and pushed my body against his as hard as I could.

The passion and heat radiating us could have powered China, I swear.

Too soon, Fang pulled away, breathing heavier than normal.

Panting slightly, I smiled hugely.

"So…you ready to see your family?"