sorry the last chapter I did, had a lot of grammar, spelling and phrasing slightly wrong I do apologise I was very tired...anyway read this chapter carefully because this has some kinda clues for what's in store note the transition from SAMs POV and Fangs POV anyways here the chapter and sorry about the cliffhangers :) enjoy...

Sam got up hesitantly, trying not to panic. He tried to think logically, she went out for a fly, she couldn't sleep, she must have went for a quick one around the house. No there isn't a note, she would have left a note. A dull grey glow seeped through the thin curtains. He went over to the window, looking above into the sky. Frustrated, he quickly scribbled on a bit of paper and through it in the hallway out side Max and Fang's room. He didn't want them to worry unnecessarily, especially Fang. He jumped out the window, descending then scooping up, high, higher until he could see for what would appear miles. But it wasn't enough. He flew back in landing scruffy in the hall way. He double checked the shower, the kitchen and the other rooms avoiding Fang's, it was unlikely but she could be in there, he didn't want to intrude. The door started to open, Fang stepped out running his hand through his hair and opening his eyes. He saw Sam, but jumped back putting his hands out in protection.
"Don't do that to me man!" Fang tried catching his breath.
"Sorry, have you seen Flick?"
"Who's Flick?" Sam looked at Fang as though he was joking. Fang looked at him as though he was crazy. "You mean Max, she's in there..." He jabbed his thumb backwards towards his room.
"No, Flick! Your sister!"
"What? I don't have a sister...Sam, what are you on about?" Sam pushed passed him out the window. He needed to think.

POV- Sam.

"Just going out for a Fly, be back in a few days..." I trailed off. What the hell was going on. Flick's gone, Fang's...I don't even know. Where is she? What could have happened? I didn't want to jump to conclusions but...what if she was taken? Hw could I have missed that, she would have struggled, called out, screamed...it doesn't make sense. I flew straight, but where was I going? What was I doing? I'm sure the is a reasonable explanation for this, I'm sure...maybe she went to the shops to get bread and stuff maybe she I don't know left on purpose? No she didn't,she wouldn't not without saying goodbye...if I wanted to leave I wouldn't have said goodbye, goodbye hurts like a knife to the guts, literally. I followed some hawks down to there nearest shopping facilities close to the house. I landed in a field behind the one streeted town, and proceeded on foot. The little shops lined the way down the poorly lit street, casting an erie orange glow on the paths. I looked up at the grey sky, a slight drizzle is the air, making my hair stick to my face. I women came out of a alley about three foot from me. Her arched back, crowding over a walking stick. I quickly walked past her, after all I didn't want to scare her.
"Is that you Philly?" The women croaked. I turned around to face her, she was small and frail. A tiny rain cover was knotted under her chin, her grey hair curling around the sides of it. Her face was hidden.
"No, I'm not have you seen a young girl, this hight, soft strawberry hair?" Oh Flick, where are you. The old women looked up. Her face twisted, and not in a natural way, her eyes bugged out of her skull. She began to shriek, jabbing her stick in the air. Her movements weren't at all, creaky and old they were almost, straight, controlled almost...robotic. I began to run, run down the street, splashing is shallow puddles. Flick. I hooked into a corner store and took refuge of the warmth, dry and non creepy lady. The shop was bright with tiled white stained flooring and yellow shelf signs which pierced my eyes. There was a singular till and row after row of food. Squashed into space. I didn't want to look odd, although I'm pretty sure I was the only one that was normal around here. And that's saying something. Buying a loaf of bread, I went to the singular till. Patting my jogging bottoms for change and finding just the right amount. Maybe Flick had gone back home by now, maybe she was worried about me. I quickly took the loaf and exited the shop. Down the street thee was a dot in the distance, which I believed to be that crazy lady, so circle the shop and ascending into the air. God I hope she was home.

POV- Fang

I slowly sifted through my unconscious, finding my way through the fog and waking up. I gripped harder onto Max, the piece of mind that she was here, with me. She sighed happily in her sleep.
"I love you" she said softly. I opened my eyes and nuzzled my nose in her hair.
"I love you too" I slowly sat up peeling the covers away from me going towards the door. As I got into the hallway I rubbed my eyes, they were stinging from the open window in the hall. A piece of paper was laying on the floor. Gone for a fly, I'll be back later S. I scrunched up the piece of paper and entered the kitchen. I needed coffee, stat. I made two cups and I assumed Flick would have gone with Sam out flying naturally.
"You better be making some for me..." Max said stretching, so that a peek of tummy was on show above her long PJ bottoms. I placed two cups on ten counter. "Mmm, this is why I love you"
"Oh, okay I see how it is- I make you coffee and that's the only reason you love me?" I joked.
"Pretty much," she shrugged, grinning at her cup. She sat on the bar stool, one foot on and resting her chin on top of her knee. I went to her side cupping her face with my hands. I tasted the sweet coffee on her lips. I pulled away, although I wanted more. More and more endlessly. She pulled me back, gripping my shirt. Her lips smashed into mine forcefully, hungrily and passionately. She chuckled to herself.
"What?" I asked against her lips.
"We never kiss, just once we always make out...not that I'm complaining" she said against mine. I felt down her back to the base of her wings then lower on to her waist. I pulled her up and off the stall and she wrapped her legs around me.
"Where are Sam and Flick?" She asked, before we got anywhere else.
"Out flying" I said, captivating her once more with my lips. I walked over the living room not breaking the kiss. Landing on the sofa. I fell on top of her, locking her between my arms.
"Fang..." She whispered.
"Max..." I returned. Then what came next was magic. We both laid on the sofa, arms around each other. She was dozing on my bare arm, her hair ran magnificently down her spine, in between her wings.
"When do you think they will be back?" She asked after a few minutes.
"Soon I reckon" I said. I hadn't actually seen them all day and never heard them get up. Maybe they wanted some privacy, maybe they wanted us to have some privacy? I released max from my grip and stepped off the sofa. Heading for the shower. Wow. The red hot sprinkles of the shower darted onto my skin, every fibre of my being wanted to do that again, and again. I hoped we did. I washed my hair, removing all the sleep and sweat from my skin and putting some fresh clothes on. I felt so happy right now that I thought nothing could tamper my mood.

After Max had had her shower, we both sat in the living room watching some movie or what ever was on, I wasn't really interested. I was more interested in the fact that Max, had her hand through my hair playing with it subconsciously and I felt so good that shivers ran down my spine.
"Fang?" A voice came from the corridor.
"Yeah?" I answered, it was Sam.
"Has Flick come back?" Flick, I thought she was with him.
"What? Where from?"
"I didnt want to- where you joking this morning when you said you didn't know who she was?" Wait, never saw them this morning they had left before I got up.
"I didn't see you this morning." Sam's eyes widened.
"I think someone has taken Flick" Max looked at me, holding her breath.
"When? How?" There was definitely anger in my voice.
"I- I don't know?" He doesn't know, how can he not know? There was no need to be angry at him but I couldn't help myself. I thrust myself up, almost knocking Max over. Storming to my room. I needed to think logically. I slammed the door behind me and sat on my bed. My head felt too heavy for my neck, so I cupped it in my hands. I started to shake. I felt so guilty, why didn't I stop it? Why wasn't I looking out for her. A small knock sounded on the door, I knew it was Max and I wasn't going to stop her from coming in. She closed the door behind her and came to my side. Wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close to her. It was not infill now that I realised that I was crying, tears slowly rolled down my face.
"While we were...she was..." I tried.
"Hey, hey we didn't know, this isn't your fault Fang, I promise" she choked on her words. I hated her being upset, but she was only upset because I was upset and I was upset because Flick was gone and none of this is helping. I mean what is Sam feeling right now? I got up abruptly.
"Your right, Max..." I said my back to her.
"Aren't I always" she said trying to cheer me up. I left the room, closely followed by Max. Where was the nearest school? How far will it take? What are the blue prints? What's the plan?

and there we go...did you notice anything? Hmmmmm...if you did review clever clogs what it was... Dun dun duuuuuuuun... also review whether you like this story so far, any cristisms, plots holes or advice I'm up for improving so please please please review...yours truly the author :)