Disclaimer: HEYYY! I don't own…………… it upsets me…

Fangs P.O.V.

"Alright Bill, my shifts over. I'll see you later." I said waving as if I were dismissing him. He came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Alright Nick, I'll see you back at the apartments. Round 9 I reckon.."

Bill turned out to be born and Raised in Birmingham, Alabama. A southern gentleman I guess. Says he was the stud of his time. And he was kind of the fatherly figure Jeb never was.

I got in my car ( It's a Mustang.. Bill's old one.) and drove home.

It was 7:00 pm and everything was quiet out here in Phoenix. It was very humid and my hair was sticking o my face. It was the 5 year Anniversary of when my Flock was murdered. Every year I would normally visit the school that they were killed at. But something was telling me not to go anywhere. Not this time.

I opened the door to my apartment and stepped inside. The air was cool and crisp and the moonlight was streaming through my windows like white ribbons. I flipped on the light and just collapsed on my couch. Checked my answering machine for messages, None. So I got up and went into the kitchen a searched the pantry for something to eat.

Well, instead of telling you how to make 7 packs of Ramen noodles, I'll tell you about me.

I'm 6'1 and of athletic build. My eyes have lightened up ever so slightly but change color depending on how I'm feeling. Like if I was mad they'd be red. But if I were furious, the red would deepen. If I were sad, my eyes would be blue. If I were traumatized they'd be as blue as the ocean itself. My hair is black and covers my eyes a little. Kinda like that guy, uh what's his name? Joe? His in some band. Jonas Brothers!! Yeah that's it. Joe Jonas. Pre-Perm. I wear more than the color black now. Like, deep reds, blues and stuff like that. And your occasional greens. But other than that, I'm still the same Fang/Nick as before. With the awesome sense of fashion. Randomly, the phone rang.

" Watch this be Bill telling me I have to come in early tomorrow be cause Adam got arrested again." I said as I walked over to the phone.

"Yo"

"Hello Fang" said and unidentifiable voice said.

"Wha-Who is this?"

"Don't worry about that. Max was spotted in New York a few days ago. It's said that she will be back in the city May 23rd. Be there."

"Max…Max is dead…"

"Max will be at the Hilton Hotel in the airport. New York. See you there.."

Those were the last things it said before it hung up. I slowly put the phone on the receiver and walked back into my kitchen, stunned. How could Max be alive? Was this just one big hoax? There was only one way to find out…..