Authors Note: Here's the next chappie and I won't be posting this weekend! I have to go to my mom's house. :(

Maxs POV: Chapter 10

Fang led me through his front door, opening it with his free hand and holding my hand with the other. Fang's house looked almost exactly like mine, except it was a little bigger.

He took me up the stairs, down the hall, and to the left, stopping in front of a black door. He opened it and stepped aside, holding it open for me and letting me walk through where I took everything in.

The walls were black, his bed and bedspread were black along with his pillows and curtains. His, well you get the point. Everything was black. "Nice," I said, smiling at him. He smiled back and sat down on the bed, leaning back against the pillows and patting the spot next to him. I sat down beside him and the bed silently molded to fit my shape.

His pillows were soft to, nice and comfy.

He switched on the TV and started flipping through the channels, stopping on some show called Reaper (A/N: Best show ever!!!!). I watched as some guy cooed to a dove he named Winston. Who names a bird Winston?

We sat like that for awhile, watching TV in a comfortable silence until I couldn't help but say something.

"Fang," I said, looking over at him and sitting up. His expression changed to worry and he sat up also, placing his hand on my shoulder. "Yea?" He asked, looking me straight in the eyes.

"What do your wings look like? If I was right about you having them then maybe it wasn't a dream. Maybe it was a memory, not a dream."

He shrugged and stood up, flipping off the TV and throwing it on the bed beside me with a quiet thud.

He looked at me and smiled, unfurling his wings with a whoosh. They were even more beautiful than in my dream and bigger. He smiled at my expression and I got up, walking around his 14 foot wingspan, admiring the purplish tint they gave off in the dim light coming from his shut curtains.

"Can I?" I whispered, stepping in front of him. He nodded and angled his left wing towards me so I could touch it.

I brushed the tips of my fingers down the edge of his wing. He shivered slightly and I pulled my hand away, still marveling at how soft and sleek his wings were.

My hand brushed lightly against his arm and I blushed as the small touch sent flares down my arm. Stupid Blushing.

Can I see yours?" He asked, smiling down at me, amking me realize for the first time that he was a good 4 inches taller than me.

"You saw them last night!" I protested. "Yea, but not in the light," he smirked down at me and I lost my argument, my mind going into a frenzy.

"Fine, get me a knife so I can cut slits in my shirt," I caved. I couldn't help it. He nodded and ran out of the room, returning a couple seconds later with a steak knife in his hand. I held my hand out for it but he walked past me, ignoring the gesture and walking around to where he was facing my back. I felt him pull my shirt away from my skin so he wouldn't cut me, and slide the knife into the fabric, carefully working it up until there was a slit big enough for my wings to fit through. He did the same to the other side, his careful hands making sure he didn't cut me.

When he was done he took a small step back and I smirked, shooing him backwards. He took 2 more steps back and I made more shooing motions with my hands. He sighed and went to sit on the bed, looking at me expectantly. I smiled and unfurled my wings completely, their 13 foot wing span taking up half the room.

He stood up and circled around me like I had done to him. When he stepped in front of me his eyes locked with mine, his expression asking if he could touch them. I nodded and angled my left wing toward him, just as he had done. His finger tips trailed down the edge of my wing, smoothing down my slightly ruffled feathers and sending a happy-making shiver down my spine. He stopped at the tip feather, his finger tickling it just a bit. He pulled his hand away and sat back down on the bed. I closed my wings and sat down beside him. For some reason exhaustion over came me, making my body feel heavy. I sighed and laid back against Fang's pillows. "Now what's wrong?" He asked, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Nothing," I answered. And nothing was wrong. Everything was the exact opposite of wrong in fact.

"Max," Fang said, pulling me up into sitting position, "What is it?"

"Just sleepy," I replied, looking back towards the TV he'd just turned on. "Want to go home?" He asked.

I snapped my head around to look at him. His face was completely emotionless but his jaw muscles were twitching ever so slightly. "No, you house is closer to my little brother and sister's school any way. I'm supposed to pick them up this afternoon."

"What time?"

"4:30, they like to play with their friends for a little while."

"Then go to sleep. I know you didn't rest well last night. I went looking for you at day break and saw you on the beach crying. So get some rest," he said. I mumbled the word stalker and he chuckled, his smile one I couldn't help but return. His arms encircled me, pulling me into his arms and laying us down on the bed. I felt safe in his arms, like nothing could touch me while he was here.

I laid down willingly, my tiredness deciding for me that I shouldn't argue. He shifted beside me when I shivered slightly. It happened so quickly I didn't realize it at first but my head was resting on his chest. He rubbed my arms and immediately I warmed up, falling quickly into a comfortable sleep.

Dream:

We were surrounded by Erasers, more Erasers than I'd ever seen before. Literally hundreds and hundreds of them. They'd been growing these things in quantities I could hardly imagine.

Ari leaned down and whispered, "You're so pretty when you're sleeping- and your mouth is shut. But what a shame to cut your hair."

"When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it," I spat, struggling against his boot.

He laughed and reached down and stroked my face with one claw. "I like 'em feisty."

"Get off her!" Fang launched himself at Ari, taking him by surprise. Ari outweighed Fang by a hundred pounds, easy, but Fang was coldly furious and out for blood. He was scary like that.

Iggy and I leaped up to help and were instantly grabbed by erasers.

"Nudge and Gazzy- U and A," I yelled, "Now!"

Obeying without question, the two of them leaped into the air and flapped hard, rising to hover next to Angel. Erasers snapped at their legs, but they'd been quick and were out of reach. I was so proud, especially when Nudge snarled down meanly.

I struggled but 3 Erasers held me in a tight, foul embrace. "Fang!" I screamed, but he was beyond hearing, locked in battle with Ari, who raked his claws across Fang's face, leaving parallel lines of red.