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Dyllan's POV
Ella… Ella…Ella… I've been repeating her name to my self for hours. She's long gone by now, but what else is new? Everyone I've ever loved has left, or been taken away from me. My mother, my father, sister and brother… and now her. I mean, I've only just met her, and now she's gone.
But what would she see in me? She's a gorgeous, normal, American. And I'm a low life, Irish, freak. I mean who in their right mind would want that? Or me, I suppose. I went back to my room at the end of my shift to lay down. Only after I had gotten to sleep, and I mean just gotten to sleep, my mobile rang. Only one person (and no, it's not Ella) had that number, and he would never call me unless the unthinkable had occurred…
"Hello?" I asked, picking it up. "Pack your bags, We've just located the flock, and they're on the move." "he said. "Where to boss?" I asked wondering how fast I'd have to get wherever they were going before they did. "We're not sure, but we know they'll be in Edinburgh on the fifth of next month, maybe sooner." "next month?" I asked "why are you telling me this now?" "Because, we need to meet, collaborate, and find some way to get in touch with them." "So you want me to leave now?" "Yes. I want you to quit your job, leave London, and meet us at the (Censored: Author can not reveal this location at the present time, as it would only serve to further ruin the suspense of the story(plus I'm feeling a little mean right now)). Any questions?" "Yes, um actually, I do have one, boss. Now that I'm fifteen, can I call you featherhead now?" "I'M GONNA KILL YOU……" he yelled. I knew he hated being called that. That's why it was so much fun.
A/N: As cool as Dyllan really is, he doesn't really have wings, nor have his parents been eaten by erasers, but it's still fun to put that in there. Sorry to all those horny fangirls who got their hopes up. Featherhead doesn't know that Ella and Mel are traveling with Max, Fang and Iggy, and Dylan never saw the flock embers, so he still has no idea if he'll ever see Ella again, but he just might… if they can find them in a crowded city full of street performers, musicians, barflies, and three other million touristy people, a month or so from now…