Hey everyone, Del3195 here. I'm sorry that I haven't updated in awhile, but like I said when I pmed everyone that I could that reviewed the last chapter, my Grandfather died, and I went to Florida for his funeral and got back to my house a week or so ago, and then my sister got in a horrible accident, and we almost lost her too. So, I waited for a bit so that this chapter can be up to your standards, and hopefully even better then the last one, not depressing and deflated like I would have made it if I had written it a couple weeks ago. So, without delay, I want to present the ninth chapter of Max Moves to Forks for you guys!

Recap:

When I got to an opening, I jumped straight into the air, and flew at super speed, not caring where I was going. Suddenly, when I was closing my eyes, enjoying the wind in my wings, I crashed into something hard.

I opened my eyes only to see that I had been dumb enough to fly straight into a plane that had been flying overhead. That's when it hit me.

One of my brain blasts hit me so hard that I didn't even know where I was or who I was. All that I remember was falling towards the ground, tucking in my wings, and hearing an earsplitting howling noise.

"Max? Max… please don't die on me… I can't believe this is happening… Sam! Sam! Where are you? I need your help!"

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"She needs some bandages!"

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"Oh no…"

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"What the hell are those?"

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"Max… please wake up…"

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"What happens if she dies? I mean, about the whole saving the world thing?"

"I don't know Jacob, I really don't know."

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"It's been a day! Her family is already sending out scouts to find her! What are we going to do if she wakes-"

"When. When she wakes up Sam. Not if. When."

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It's been like that for as long as I can remember. I've been trying to push against this darkness that's been holding me in, but it won't budge.

When I fell… all I remember was darkness, pure haunting darkness. I had never had a brain blast like that before, but then again, I hit a plane and fell from high in the sky, so maybe that helped the darkness that was trying to overpower me.

That voice was one of the only things that kept me going. That deep, caring voice, which I remembered from somewhere. But, there was nothing that I could do to remember where I had heard it before.

Thinking back, a memory was thrown at me, and a howl hit my ears with enough pressure to make me shrink back into my mental corner.

A distressed and painful howl echoed around me until I was shaking… mentally of course. I wanted to know what creature had endured so much that it had made that sound. I would give anything to go and comfort that creature right now, if it weren't for the whole being trapped in my mind thing.

Maybe I was dead. It seemed like a plausible thing, but there was something so real about how the people surrounding me talked that I began to doubt that theory. Maybe I was dreaming… but again, the realness made that theory disappear just as quickly as it had come.

Darn. I wish that my family knew where I was. I wish that I knew where I was. Ella, Mom, Charlie, Bella… maybe they think that I'm dead. Maybe Ella and mom came clean and told Charlie and Bella that I was a winged mutant freak. Maybe Charlie will hate me when I finally get out of this torture and agony.

The flock. I wonder what's happening with them right now…

Wait. Why do I even care? Just thinking about them makes my anger start to boil over.

Ella. I wish that she were here. But, I don't think that she would be able to withstand this darkness and the sharp pains that sometimes overtake my unconsciousness. Ugh. I absolutely hate this silence ringing through my head. The voices haven't said anything for a while, and the wall still isn't budging.

I started to run through a list of people that I wanted to see again really badly before I died.

8. Gazzy. With his atomic farts and bomb building. Whose blonde hair and blue eyes seemed to come alive when he was fighting Erasers.

7. Nudge. With her annoying incessant chatter that never seemed to end, and her hacking skills that would put everyone else to shame.

6. Iggy. Whose sightless eyes would sparkle whenever I commented on how good he had gotten at something, or when he first figured out he could see colors. To taste his cooking again.

5. Fang. Even though he's one of the main reasons that I had given up on the flock, I still really wanted to look into those pitch black eyes again and feel safe in his embrace. To feel his protective gaze over me and the rest of the flock once again.

4. Angel. My baby, whose eyes can look through your soul and make you feel like a little kid again. To just see her taking a fighting stance and fighting for her freedom and what she has grown up to know. I wonder what she looks like now.

3. Mom. Just so that I can tell her how awesomely awesome she has been to me while I have been living with her. For all the times that she has made chocolate chip cookies to make me feel better.

2. Ella. For the many times that she has forced me into clothing that I would have never wear. For all the times that she has made me feel like a real person, and all of the times I've felt like I truly belong.

But wait… if Ella was only number two… who was being put into the number one spot on my mental list?

Oh, of course.

1. Jacob Black. Whose mysterious dark eyes seemed to watch over me with the same intensity as Fang's used to, and who seemed to be willing to protect me from any harm even though he had only known me for a short while. Whose smile shined brightly, and whose skin glowed in the light of the bonfire.

Jacob!

That's whose voice I had been hearing. So that meant that he has been watching over me while I was unconscious. Whose voice kept urging me to break through the invisible wall that kept me from waking up.

As if on cue, Jacob began talking.

"Max. I-" he choked up. "Please Max, I've know you can probably not hear me right now, and that you've only known me for a while, but you need to keep fighting. I feel something special with you, and you have a piece of my heart. Please, please, don't take away some of my heart. My heart is already broken enough, and I can't take anymore. If not for me, do it for Ella, for your mom. They love you more than anything in the world." He stopped, seeming to pause, unaware that his words gave me the extra strength that I needed to break the wall.

Once the wall was to the ground, I literally heard my breath hitch, and speed up. I used physical force to open up my eyelids, and I saw that I was in a small room, which looked even smaller with Jacob, Sam, and a couple of other huge looking kids from the bonfire crowded around me.

"Jacob?" I whispered, sounding so helpless and feeble that I even surprised myself. I cleared out my throat about to say his name again when I saw him look at me, and pure joy flood through his facial features, seeming to wash away years of fatigue and worrying.

"Sam." Jake whispered-shouted excitedly. He shook one of the sleeping figures that I recognized as Sam, and when he awoke, he shuddered away his sleep, and looked at me.

"Ah, she's finally awake. I was beginning to think that you were never going to wake up Max." He said lightly, but adding enough force that I understood his fear.

I went to sit up, and was overwhelmed by pain shooting like a bullet throughout my whole body, as if I was set on fire.

"Ah!" I screamed, not knowing that something like that was going to happen. I mean, I normally heal fast, but something must be really wrong.

I opened my eyes, not even realizing that I had squeezed them tightly when I was screaming. Looking down at my body, I saw that I was covered in bandages, and gauze. There was almost no part of my body that was uncovered by them.

A mental block was thrown in front of my as I realized what they must have seen, what they must know. Inside my head, I was instantly screaming over and over again for them to understand what I was going through and not sell me to some circus as the amazing bird girl.

"Ow, I didn't expect that to hurt so much," I said, trying to lighten the mood because it had gotten stiff and tense.

"Yeah, well, when Jacob found you in the woods, you were beaten up so badly, that we didn't think that you were going to wake up for weeks, let alone a little under two days. What happened to make you injured so gravely?" Sam asked, using a tone that clearly said that he was used to being dominant, like me.

"Well… you see…" I croaked. Then, I started coughing dryly.

"She needs some water, Sam. She can explain after that." One of the other kids said, not taking his dark eyes off of mine.

"I'll get it." An old, wise voice said through the door. Within seconds, a very old and frail looking man walked through the doors, and locked eyes instantly with me. They seemed to be full of wisdom and a purity of some sort that made me feel ashamed of myself and want to tell all of my secrets to him.

The man brought over some water, but never took his eyes from mine. I was starting to get a little bit tired of always being looked directly into my eyes.

"You must be Max," he said clearly, although his voice seemed to carry that old whispery tune. "We've been waiting to meet you for more than 100 years."

Holy crap! 100 years? I haven't even been alive for 100 years! What the heck was this man talking about?

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, after I had drunk most of the water he offered me. "I'm only around 17, and you've been waiting for me for 100 years? I think you may have got someone else on your mind or something…"

"Maximum Ride, is it not? Your name has been mentioned as far back as our tribe has been alive, starting with the first Great Spirit chief, Kaheleha." His name was said as though it was a holy name, and I heard the others in the room stop breathing for a couple seconds as they took in this new information.

"During one of his magical rituals, the flames danced around his spirit warriors, and told of a savior, that would one day bless its presence upon his descendants. The great savior of our lands. She was described as one of the strongest and most noble people of all time. Max, all of the signs of destiny have pointed us directly to you. You are meant to save the world from any harm that is set upon it. This may come as a shock to you, so I will let this all rest in and have you think about what I have talked about here." He coughed slightly, before hobbling back out of the room, leaving everyone speechless.

"Well, this sucks." I thought out loud. I always knew that I was supposed to save the world because of whenever the voice told me about it, but now that some random stranger that I don't even know tells me that I have to? Even though he was someone that I had never even met before, the reassurance that rang through his voice, telling me that he thought that I could, and had to do it, made it solidified in concrete.

Everyone was staring at me, and it seems like they were shocked that I actually did have to save the world one day, but I was lying here, halfway dead, injured beyond what a normal human body would be able to sustain.

Silence flew throughout the room after my laid back comment, and no one seemed to breath as I sat up, and stretched out my arms high above my head.

After hearing a few bones pop back into place, I started to remove some of the bandages on my hands and wrists, wanting to get a good look at what had happened to me when I fell.

"Max, what are you doing? Lay back down! You're going to hurt yourself!" Sam basically ordered me.

"Look, I heal fast, watch." And as I took off some of the wraps, I could faintly see puckered pink lines that were healing on my hands and arms. It must have been bad; especially because they weren't as healed as most simple cuts were after a day of healing.

"What are you?" One of the kids asked me.

I smirked, knowing that this question was inevitably coming, especially because they had already seen my wings. I was actually surprised how long they held out. But, just to throw them off, I retorted back.

"Well, what are you?" I felt the room tense up even more, and I saw something flicker in Sam's eyes as he turned his head away from me and towards Jacob.

Not knowing that they would react this way, I shrugged it off, and laid back down after removing the rest of the wraps from all the way up my arms. I felt down my torso to find out that it had been neatly wrapped up and was healing perfectly. But, from the way my ribs had shifted over a bit, I could tell that I had broken three ribs, done some major damage on my pelvis from the faint bruise there, and managed to almost burst one of my air sacs. That would have sucked.

"Wait, who was the one who wrapped me up?" I immediately asked after seeing that I was in completely different clothing. I shuddered when I thought about one of them handling my unconscious, broken, and unclothed body.

"My fiancé, Emily." Sam spoke up, clearly wanting me to forget that he had neglected to answer my question a few moments ago. "You were so badly injured, and there was so much blood around you when Jacob found you in the middle of the woods that I immediately had Emily over here at once in order to help you in and out of your clothes, and into something more comfortable. I'm sorry if it offended you in anyway, but there was no way around it, we had to stop the bleeding."

"If it makes you feel any better, the only ones in here while you were getting patched up were Leah and Emily." The kid, who I now remember as Seth, my sister's almost boyfriend, said, turning a slightly pinker shade and looking down instead of at me.

"No, it's fine, thank you for taking such good care of me. So…" I started awkwardly, about to ask them about them seeing my wings.

Then, suddenly a phone rang, and I instantly bolted upright, not expecting such a loud noise in the middle of an awkward pause as big as the one that we were in the middle of. From outside the door I heard an old man, Billy I think, answer the phone. On the other line, I heard sobbing and a sad, tired, voice.

"Billy? Have the boys found any trace of her yet? Rachel is started to go insane, and Ella won't stop crying. Half of the police squad is out and there is still no sign of her." Charlie's voice drifted through the line.

"Sam just got back Charlie, let me ask him about it." I heard Billy put down the phone on some sort of table, and shout, just loud enough for Charlie to hear over the phone, to Sam, who was still sitting right next to me, "Sam, it's Charlie, he's wondering if you or the boys have found anything that would clue us in to Max's whereabouts?"

"Tell him that Jacob, Jared, and Seth think that they might have spotted a clue to her whereabouts." Sam said, just loud enough so that I could hear a sigh on the other side of the line.

"Just keep me posted, Billy," Charlie sighed once again, this time more defeated, and I heard a click on that side of the line.

Mom, Ella, Charlie, and half of the police squad had been looking for me, while I had been here, trying to wake up for the past two days. But, what made me wonder most of all was why Jacob and Sam hadn't just told my family where I had been, instead of keeping where I am a secret.

"Why didn't you just tell Charlie about where I am instead of lying to him like you are doing right now? They've been worrying themselves sick while you've been lying to him! What's your problem?" I said through clenched teeth.

"Max, we needed you to wake up so that we can get your story straight. What are you going to say to Charlie when you finally do go back to your family? That you just fell out of the sky and landed with enough force to almost kill you? Jacob found you, and we just need to know what you were doing, why you fell, and why the hell you have wings on your back!" He ended, finally getting up to a yelling level when he screamed 'wings' right into my face.

"First of all, I didn't ask for the freaking wings okay? And second of all…" I was cut off by Jacob who came over to where I was attempting to get out of bed, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I immediately collapsed into his embrace, and rested my head into his shoulder, forgetting my anger for the moment.

"Just rest Max, please?" Jacob chided, his voice already lulling me into a deep sleep.

"No need for you to ask twice," I remarked, before sighing myself into a much needed rest.

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"Max? Are you okay? Oh my gosh! I can't believe that we have finally found you! Well, I didn't find you, Jacob and the rest of the pack did, but… you know what I mean. Come on Max, wake up! If you wake up right now, I promise you that I will never do another Max Makeup time again!" Ella's chatter racked itself through my brain, and I found myself smiling as I woke up.

"But, it's not half bad." I said, instantly getting her attention back.

"Max! You're awake!" Ella squealed, giving me a big hug.

"Where's mom?" I managed to get out, because I was worried that she would be mad at me or something. I opened my eyes, and absorbed the familiar brown orbs of my sister's, alert and curious as always.

"She's in the living room. You know, you missed two days of school, and you're now the talk of the town! They thought that you were abducted by something, you know?" She kept rambling on, but she was interrupted as my mother walked in the door, tears filling her eyes.

"Sweetheart! I thought that I had lost you forever! Never scare me like that ever again!" She said, in what I assumed to be one of the most motherly tones that she could manage when she was this excited. At least I knew she wasn't mad at me for getting myself in trouble.

"I'm sorry mom." Was all that I got out before we were interrupted again by Charlie this time, who seemed to have that worried father look permanently plastered on his face.

"Maximum, what were you thinking getting in that kind of trouble? You could have been gravely injured or worse if not for Jacob over there." He pointed to the chair right next to the bed. I could have sworn that a corner of his mouth twitched up as if to respond to what Charlie had said.

"I know, I'm sorry. I had just gone for a walk like I asked mom if I could do, and then after that it's all a blur. I don't remember what happened much, until I was brought here. I remember Jacob carrying me and I heard some other people wondering what had happened." I lied casually, quickly scanning myself and seeing that nothing seemed wrong with me.

"Well it's a good thing that nothing happened to you, I mean, look at yourself, you're basically injury free except for those couple of scratches on your legs and arms." Charlie said, pointing to some poorly healed scars that were more than likely huge gashes when they had first appeared there.

"Yup, I sure am lucky, I just wish that I could remember what happened?" I said dramatically, and rubbed my temples for extra effect.

"Never mind that, you need to get up and ready because you are coming back to our house today, young lady." My mother ordered.

I decided to see how much my fractured and broken limbs had healed, so I slipped my feet over the edge of the bed, and stepped off, feeling slight pain shoot up my legs.

Not ever wincing, I walked over casually to Ella and gave her a real hug, not the puny one that we had shared a few moments previous.

"I see that you are awake, Max?" I heard Sam say from the doorway.

Turning away from Ella, I glared in his direction, and stomped past him, trying to make my hate towards him as nonchalant as possible.

What he had said had hurt me, and there was not anything that he could do to make me forgive him right away.

"Thanks for helping finding me, Sam, it really means a lot to me." I said, eyes narrowing in the process.

"No problem, I would gladly do it again." He smiled sweetly back at me, and I whipped my head around.

With Charlie, Ella, and my mother following me, I made my way out of the house, and headed to the cruiser that they had used to drive up here.

"Max, wait!" I heard Jake yell from the front door.

He jumped down all of the stairs, and ran over to where I was standing. He gave me a slight hug, and I almost fell into the warmth that he was protruding, but he put space in between us, and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"You still coming to the bonfire tomorrow? I need to ask you something." I looked into his eyes, and nodded to him, afraid that if I tried to say something back to him, all that would come out would be 'fnnghfnfffnfhgh'.

It's not that I really liked him or something. He just had an instant safe feeling about him, and I felt like I never had to be tense or ready for battle.

"Max, come on sweetie! We have to get back to the house so that you can start on homework that you missed!" I heard my mom call from the passenger side of the car.

Crap, I didn't really think about that until now, I mean, how much homework could I have missed? It had only been two days; so… again, there couldn't be much homework right? School wouldn't have done that to someone… right?

"Ella, exactly how many homework assignment did I miss?" I whispered to her once I had slipped into the back of the vehicle.

"Well, um… you actually didn't miss that much, just an assignment for each class, plus the one paper that Bella said you had to do… Oh! And you have to make up a lab for Biology…" she droned on and on, making me realize that I was going to need a lot of help from the voice if I was going to get this all done in time.

The whole ride back to the house was silent except for the spread out texts that my sister got. They were more than likely from Seth, and she was more than likely squealing on the inside every time the ringer went off.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, we made it back to the house. I hopped out of the car, stretched my legs, and readjusted my wings a little bit underneath the baggy shirt that I wore. Looking down at my clothes, I realized that they weren't mine. I had on baggy sweatpants, and a shirt that I literally drowned in.

I smelt the shirt, seeing if I would be able to recognize the scent, and a familiar woody smell drifted up, and I immediately knew that it was one of Jacob's.

Jumping up the steps, I looked around me and noticed how homey the house actually looked. But, that was probably because I hadn't been there for two days, and for most of the two days, I had been unconscious and forced to live in pure darkness.

Once I walked in, I saw Bella sitting down on the couch in the living room, nuzzling into Edward's neck. Once she saw me, she bolted up and walked over to me, pulling me into a slight hug. For a second, I thought that she had felt my wings when she hugged me, because I felt her hesitation, but when she pulled away, I could tell that she knew nothing about them.

"Max, I'm so glad that you're okay, there are so many dangerous things in the woods, you could have been gravely injured." She said, pausing to look at Edward when she said 'dangerous things in the woods'.

"Well, I guess I'm just lucky that Jacob found me then, otherwise, I don't know what would have happened to me. It's just too bad that I don't remember any of it." I said, lying as best as I could.

My lie seemed to please Bella, because she went and sat back down. But, Edward didn't seem to believe it, and continued to stare at me with those big deep topaz eyes.

Did he wear contacts or something? Because I don't think that I've ever even heard of someone having topaz eyes naturally.

I felt a prod against my mental barrier, and I knew that it was Edward, because it was even more persistent than before.

"Cut. It. Out." I growled, way to low for anyone human to hear.

Immediately, the prodding deceased, and Edward's eyes widened in shock before he cocked his head slightly to the side, and a frown formed on his face.

"Bella," he said courteously, "I think it's past time that I get back to my house, we have school tomorrow, and my dad will call any minute wondering where I am."

Lies, those were just lies. He was trying to not upset Bella, and to make a reasonable excuse to leave.

Bella seemed to notice that he was lying as well because she sighed, and looked at him with a wary expression. But, I could tell that she mentally decided to go along with it, because she gave him a soft peck, and dropped his hand.

"I'll be back in the morning to pick you three up, be ready." He said, then turned to leave, passing right by Charlie who had a smug expression plastered on his face. But, before Edward left, he turned, gave me a sweet smile, and said, "Oh, and Max? I'm glad that you are okay."

I wanted to do something to him, to find out what he was, to figure out what he had meant, and why he had heard me earlier when he shouldn't have been able to.

There was something really different about him, and I'm going to find out what, no matter how I have to.

I looked to where the clock was set in the kitchen, and was surprised that it was already 7:00 in the afternoon. I could have sworn that it was just light outside the last time I woke up and argued with Sam.

Wait, it's 7:00 on Wednesday, which means that I was out for almost a day and a half if I woke up about half way through the day. Word to the wise, don't pass out and then not figure out what time it is when you finally wake up.

"Bella?" I asked, trying to catch her attention.

"Hm?"

"Well, I was wondering if you could help me do some of the homework that I missed, because you are in almost all of my classes, and it would mean a lot if you helped me catch up." I sincerely said, hoping that I could get her alone, and I could ask her about Edward.

"Oh, of course, I still have to finish the English paper that we were assigned to today. Just come on up to my room and we can work on it there." She smiled at me, probably thinking that I was finally reaching out to her and wanting to bond with her.

She led the way up the stairs, and when I passed by my mom, I could see how proud she was of me, and a spark in her eye that I haven't seen lately.

When I entered Bella's room, I noticed that it was very plain, but that it suited Bella perfectly. There was one bed in the center of the room, and a rocking chair in a corner. A smell hit me, and it overwhelmed my senses, it was a tingling sensation, and when it hit me, I recognized it to be Edward's. As I sat down on her bed, I realized that the scent was even stronger in Bella's bed, which made me cringe internally.

Bella sat down in a chair that was right in front of her desk, and she had a pile of paper that were set neatly on top of binders and folders.

"Please don't tell me that that is what I have to accomplish by tomorrow." I said, hearing a whine make its way into my tone.

"No," Bella started, "This is what you have to finish by next Monday." They give you extra time if you were gone, Max." She calmly said, taking about half of the pile away, and handing it to me.

"What about the rest of it?" I questioned.

"Well, this is what I have to accomplish before tomorrow." She said, picking up the other half and splitting it up into a couple of different piles.

My mouth gaped open, and I was instantly happy that I wasn't Bella at the moment.

"Don't worry Max," she said, laughing at my expression. "I already have these piles done." She pointed to a pile that was ten times bigger than the one that she still had to finish.

"Now, how about we start with Calculus?" She said, pointing to a piece of paper that was sticking out of my pile.

"Sure, sure, I'm bad at Calculus, might as well get the hardest one done first." I smiled, noticing how her expression pained when I said 'sure,sure'.

After we had finished Calculus together, with Bella helping me get the answers right, and the voice making me sound smart even though I had no idea what he meant, we finished about half of the rest of the pile, leaving me with only a few things to get done by Monday. Well, I might as well get on the teachers' good sides and finish it before it was due so that they wouldn't think of me as a slacker.

When I looked at the clock, I noticed that it was already 9:45 at night, and that Bella was nodding off onto her desk. I figure that now would be one of the only times that I might get a true answer from her about Edward.

"Bella?" I asked, seeing if she was still awake.

"Yeah Max?" She replied groggily.

"Well, I need to ask you something about Edward." I said, politely enough, but forceful enough so that she sat straight up in her chair and started to bite her lip.

"Go right on ahead."

"Well, I heard him in your bedroom, the first night that I was here, and the second night as well. Your bedroom window was open as well. And Edward seems to be able to hear pretty well, because I was…" I began, hoping that she would cut me off and say something.

"Oh. You… actually… heard him?" She gaped, trying not to make it seem like she was too surprised, but her eyes were like an open book.

"Yes, yes I did, and I he… has different colored eyes, and I know that he is a mind reader, don't even try to lie to me because I heard you guys the first day that Ella and I moved here. You guys were talking about what was going on in our minds, but he said that he couldn't hear me, kind of like you." I forced out, trying to get her to confess or shove me out of the room and tell me that I was crazy.

"Max, I-" She started, only to be cut off by a creak made by the window, and a dark figure coming inside.

I immediately got into a fighting position, and punched the person in the nose, only to hear a slight crack from the person's face, and a huge crack in my just healed hand.

"Ow, what was that for?" Edward said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Wait, Edward, did that really hurt?" I heard Bella say cautiously.

Edward stepped into the light of the lamp, and I saw him better. He had his hands up to his face, as he cracked his nose slightly and shoved it about a centimeter back into place. "Well, I can't say that it did much damage to my face, but yes, it actually cracked."

Bella's eyebrows furled together, and her lip jutted out in concentration. "But, how?" Was all that she said, seemingly trying to figure out something that seemed impossible.

"She's not human. Completely." Edward nonchalantly said, making Bella gasp and my eyes narrow into tiny slits.

"Neither are you, but you don't see me making any accusations." I snarled, trying to curl my lip up threateningly.

"You're right. I'm not human." He said, "I might not even be alive."

My eyes narrowed even further, as if I was trying to shoot laser beams at him. Then, when I put his words together in my brain it all clicked.

"But what could do that? We already know about the leeches."…

"What we are about to talk about will more than likely not affect our lives as negatively as the Cullen's presence has"…

"You're a…" I began, finally figuring out why he could do so many unorthodox things.

"I'm a vampire."

Holy crap that was a long chapter. I hope that you guys liked it, and that you will review and give me more ideas for the next chapter so that I can finish it really soon. Again, I'm truly sorry for the lack of updates, but I think everyone would agree with me when I say that family comes first… right? I love every review I get! Oh, and please tell me… what do you do when someone takes your basic plot and uses it without even giving you credit? Thanks for reading, I hope this chapter was good enough for you, and I'm glad that I finally finished it. I think I felt better while I was writing it. Expect a update shortly because I want to update on my birthday, which just so happens to be next Friday, July 31st!

P.S. I don't own Maximum Ride, or Twilight, but I do own the plot, so please ask before using it!

P.S.S. Thank you so much to an anonymous reviewer )( *wings* )( () who told me that I forgot to put Gazzy there when I Max listed off people that she wanted to see before she died.