Hola! I'm totally worried right now. You all remember how I said I was in a choir competition? Well, my teacher happened to like my group so much that she's forcing us to sing in front of the whole school tomorrow morning. What. The. Freak. Is her problem?!

Maybe it won't be so bad. Then again, we could trip up, choke, and run out of the gym screaming and flaming with embarrassment.

Maybe.

Anyway. Your questions have been answered! Oh yeah, and LAST CHAPTER EXCERPT AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER. For reals this time.

1. Piplup99: (loveth your story, by the way.) What's going to happen in the end? Something so dramatic, you'll slap me for it later. Does it make you cry to think about it? Not anymore since I know what's going to happen after that- something good. Do you think I'll cry? I hope so.

Broken Heart: Max's mom is quite the alcoholic, right? Yesh, Ma'am. Or am I mistaken? Nope! So the whole 'My parents want to invite you over for tea,' part doesn't make sense. Well that's because it's not real. That was a part Max was acting out with Fang while auditioning for the part of Sandy.

: Love Mr. X's and Max's conversation! They had a conversation?! Shows how much I pay attention to my own stories xD

4. Does Fang forgive Max for slapping him? Yes, because he loves her and because he knows it wasn't 'real', perse.

5. dogLOVER411: The mystery person is someone they already met? Yes. You: *bangs head against computer* Me: *cracks up laughing* If Fang is Max's guardian angel, does that mean he'll still fall for Brigid? I'm thinking about that, actually. I dunno. I may do that… You should add some miggy! ….Oh. My. God! I got that perfect idea! The chapter will be called, 'Drama in Dramatics'. Fang and Max get into fight. Max finds comfort in Iggy. Meanwhile, Fang finds comfort in Brigid! It's the perfect plan! *huggles you* I lurve you and your genius mind!

6. Adelina's Electric: Wouldn't Fang be pissed for the slapping? Not if he's blinded by love! Ha ha. But, really, no. I decided that if they were in a different setting, Fang would be pissed and they would get into a whole dramatic fight and then end up kissing in the end. But since they were in front of Mrs. Bray, I don't think it would reflect too nicely on Fang if he tackled a girl (even if that girl is Max) for slapping him.

7. (non question.) Fangrules: Don't give up on your fic! I'll read it if you don't. *smiles and bats eyelashes*

8. (non question) Weelich: *laughs* You're really funny!

There's a burning rage inside you. It roils and it's building up into an ugly storm. And suddenly- you ask a question. And the storm dies down. Don't let the storm get the best of you! Ask a question! (Ever notice how I push you all towards asking questions instead of reviewing? Well, it's cause I love hearing what you guys are thinking of the story so far…. That and answering questions is fun! :D)

Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure J.P doesn't read forbidden love stories between two guardians and one just-so-happens to turn evil. *gasp!* Also, I'm not smart enough to write up a play that makes millions of dollars, so Grease is not mine, either.

Onwards and….Written?


MPOV (Wrote this during science class ^^)

Fang and I were having a really good conversation as we walked to our cars.

"Think you'll get the part of Sandy?" Fang asked me.

I shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe. Mrs. Bray really seemed to like me."

"Like? She loved you."

"You, too! You were amazing!"

He shook his head. "I couldn't act to save my life. But you- you left me speechless."

"Speechless, so speechless!" I sang out.

We both laughed at my bad imitation of Lady Gaga.

"See? You're an amazing actor and singer. You were born to play Sandy."

Well, I thought it was bad.

I snorted. "I was born to save this world from jackasses and sexist pigs."

Fang chuckled softly. "Now that I believe."

We lapsed into a comfortable silence as we walked the length of the parking lot. Finally, Fang spoke when we reached my car.

"Have we met before? Because you seem really familiar."

"Well you look like this one guy in-" my dreams. I blushed and looked down. I cannot believe I almost said that!

"In?" Fang prompted.

I shook my head. "Nothing. Never mind. See you in class, Fang." I hopped in my car and shut the door before he could say anything else.


FPOV

"Well you look like this one guy in-" Your dreams. Say your dreams! I silently pleaded to her.

Max looked down and blushed.

"In?" I prompted, hoping she'd just say it.

She shook her head. Muttering a good-bye, she jumped in her car and drove off.

So close. I was so close to finally telling her my secret. Her secret. And yet, so far.

How was I supposed to do it now? I can't just go up to her and say, "Hey Max! We're century-old soul mates! And you're a-"

"Dammit!" Someone shouted across the parking lot.

I turned and saw a girl my age leaving the school and patting her pockets before digging through her purse. She had hair that came down to just below her shoulders in blood-red waves. She was hot, but not beautiful, like Max.

Max.

The girl who has stolen my heart for centuries, and centuries to come. With her wide brown eyes that were flecked with gold. And her brown hair that came just a smidgen past her elbows in delicate tendrils naturally highlighted with blond strands. And her body, slim and graceful and curvy. And the way she looks at the world, like it was the most precious, most delicate thing that must be stepped through with caution, but with life and happiness.

The redhead cursed again. So, being my well-mannered, gentlemanly self, I walked across the lot to see if she needed help.

"Pardon me, but do you need help?"

She huffed and looked up at me through bangs that fell in her eyes.

I know how annoying that can be, I thought, brushing my own bangs aside.

"Actually, yes. I can't find my keys."

Well, I can help with that.

I held up a finger and walked slowly around her car, eyeing it like it was a piece of art. "I'll be right back," I told her.

I ran to my car, opened the trunk, and pulled out a black crowbar (please don't ask why I have the crowbar in my trunk. It's a long story). Then I ran back to her car and stared at the window with concentration. After a moments hesitation, I bashed the crowbar into the window. In the ignition was a pair of keys dangling.

"There you go."

She gave me a flirty smile. "You're so strong. I would've never been able to do that myself. Thank goodness you were here!"

I returned her smile with that even poker face of mine. "Anytime, Ma'am."

She giggled and put out her hand. "Brigid Dwyer."

I politely took her outstretched hand. "Fang Xavier."

Brigid looked slightly shocked. "Xavier? I've heard that name before…"

Inside, I started panicking. If she's heard my name before, than that means she may be like me. Or maybe people updated the history books. Either way, I cannot have people remembering my last name. It's not safe.

"Well, it's been in the family line for several generations."

Her look cleared up. "Oh, then maybe you're in my history book."

I'll have to read that sometime.

"Well, I better get going. I'll see you later?"

"Yeah! After all, I'm pretty sure Bray will take you as Danny in the play. And she loves me, so I'm, like, dead in for Sandy. We'll be able to be in the play together." She gave me another flirty smile.

I wouldn't hold your breath. Max is going to get that part.

"Sure." I gave her a half-wave and went back to my car, crowbar in hand.


MPOV

The keys jangled and fell to the ground in a heap. Sighing, I slowly bent down and picked them back up. Then I put them back into the keyhole, turned, and swung open the door.

"Ella? You home?"

"In here!" she called.

I wandered into the kitchen. Ella had an apron on and was eyeing a cookie recipe like it was a bomb about to explode.

I laughed. "What are you doing? Attempting to get rid of your amazing sister, maybe?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "No. I'm attempting to bake cookies for you."

I stared at her seriously. "I was aware of that when I asked you the question."

She clicked her tongue and turned back to her recipe. "Wanna help?"

My stare was one of death. I was out of the kitchen and in my locked room before she could blink.

Whoa. How did I get so fast?

I was probably just imagining things. I shook my head and flicked on my computer. Time to do some homework.

The smell of smoke had me rushing down the stairs in the fast way of mine (I still don't know how I do that). I burst into the kitchen and found Ella frantically throwing cookies into the sink.

"Uh…Ella? I'm no genus, but I'm pretty sure you're supposed to eat cookies when they're dry, not wet."

She groaned. "You were right! I'm going to kill us all."

I walked over to her and put an arm around her slumped shoulders. "Not all of us, honey. Just me while you cackle and make your escape in Iggy's car who just so happens to be your partner-in-crime."

Ella straightened and gave me an odd look. "Iggy? Who's that?"

"Oh, just someone I met in detention today."

"I thought you were the only one who got in trouble at our 'Angel' school."

"I am. Ms. Carp was in a pissy mood and gave me detention in the school play. I had to try out and everything."

Ella dropped the pan of black blobs-cookies?-she was holding. "The play?"

I nodded.

"But you hate singing."

"I know! That is why Ms. Carp will be on the hit list cops will find when they come to investigate my room because I escaped from jail."

"You were in jail?"

"Not yet. I'm planning for the future. You should take notes."

Ella rolled her eyes at me for the billionth time that day and bent to pick up the cookies she dropped. "J.J is wondering where you are, by the way. She's all upset you don't hang out anymore."

I cursed. "I forgot about J.J." I sighed. "All right. I'll stop by her house right now."

"Hurry back for dinner!"

"Will you be cooking it?"

"Do you want to cook it?"

I pictured the house by the time I'd be done and shuddered. "No."

"Then yes."

I shucked my coat and opened the door. "Order takeout." Then I walked out the door.


FPOV

September 30, 2009

I still haven't told her yet. Yes, I know, I'm, pathetic. But I just can't bring myself to shatter the nice little human world she's in and replace it with blood and horror and running away constantly. It'd break my heart to see the devastated look on her face as she listens to me telling her the stories of her lives. None of the stories were very happy. Every one ended with a death.

A very painful death.

But I know that I will have to tell her sooner or later. She'll figure it out herself anyway when she starts noticing the signs: Speed, strength, memories, and the mood swings. The mood swings are going to be the worst. And they always wrap up the process of coming back to yourself. It's scary, really. One moment you'll be laughing and telling inside jokes with your friends, the next you'll be ready to rip everyone's head off. The girls are always worst, too. And since I'll be the one helping Max through the process, I'll have to be the one to deal with them.

I shudder at the thought.

Anyway, I've made my decision. I'll confront Max tomorrow, after practice (or detention for us). I'll make sure she's home, then I'll ask if I could come in. Then I'll take her up into her room and tell her about everything. It had to work. But first, I may want to get her to fall in love with me. That, or I'll just leave out the whole 'soul mate' thing until she understands on her own time.

I guess it's up to fate from here on out.


And now, because I Ninja Promised, an excerpt of THE LAST CHAPTER! I know, you can barely contain yourself at this moment.

It was almost midnight. And I was dead tired.

The lights mixed with my dancing and the bodies pressed so close to me had me sweating and gasping for cool, fresh air. But I stuck my ground, even though my dancing dwindled with my sore feet and tired muscles.

A slow song came onto the speakers and people slowly began pairing off. Not good. I needed to find someone fast. My first instinct was to go to Fang and mercilessly drag him out here with me, but he needed to be at his post. So I stood on the dance floor, waiting for some random guy to take me to the dance floor.

Eventually, someone came up. It was a boy with shaggy black hair and I immediately thought it was Fang until I saw his eyes through the mask. This boy's eyes were a bright emerald green. Where have I seen those eyes before….

"May I have this dance?"

"You may."

I took his outstretched hand and he led me to the dance floor where we began twirling gracefully.

"You're quite the graceful dancer," I told him, making small talk.

"Why thank you." He leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, "It took me centuries to perfect." He leaned back, his eyes gleaming.

Realization dawned on me. I barely had time to shout a blood-curdling scream before the lights turned out and I was being whisked away.

Why must I always be the damsel in distress?


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*Shiver*