*nods politely to you all* Friends. Sorry, I'm in such a bad mood I couldn't even say hello properly. Why am I in such a bad mood? Because, look at the count-down clock:

Days until Mourning Day: 2

I know what you're thinking: 2 days? Isn't that Valentine's Day? Why, yes, yes it is! Which is why I, Shiver A. renamed it Mourning Day. To me, Valentine's Day is not a day of celebration- it's a day of mourning. Yup, I'm an Anti-V-Day. And, yeah, that doesn't make sense. Everyone loves Valentine's Day, right? Well I don't. Maybe it's all the pink, maybe it's all the happiness, or maybe it's just the love. I mean, everyone is so lovey-dovey, you can taste it! There is only one good thing about Valentine's Day:

Chocolate.

So I'm an addict, sue me.

Anyway, do you know what today is? FRIDAY!!!!

You: Big whoop. There's a Friday every week.

Not the point! Friday = Weekend. Weekend = MORE UPDATES!!! :D :D :D :D :D

Chester: Are you bipolar?

No, why?

Because you were just all doom and gloom one minute, and now you're all :D :D :D :D :D

…. Let's just get on with the chapter.

1. Piplup99: (By the way, y'all should really check out Piplup's stories Muted and Fears. Love 'em, love 'em, love 'em!) Will something chaotic going to happen during her mood swings? *rubs hands together and gets an evil glint in my eyes* Oh, don't worry. There will definitely be some chaos….

: Why does Max look different in all of her lives? Because the Angels don't really have a physical form. So they use human bodies as a shell. They take place of the soul. Throughout their lives, they remain human. Until they reach sixteen. Then the changes start happening and the Angel in them starts settling in fully. Hence the mood swings going to happen soon ;D

.Peace: COOKIES! *huggels you* thank you thank you thank you thank you!

: Does the rest of the flock besides Fang know about the whole Archangel thing? Not yet…. IS Michael a character from the book or one of your own? My own.

-maximumride4eva: How will Max tell her about her past lives? Through a very heart-to-heart conversation shown in this chappie!

411: How do you pronounce Metarton? Honestly, I don't know. My guess would be Ma-tart-on. At least, that's how I pronounce it. And to the rest of your questions: Yes, you have everything right xD How will Max confront Fang with what she know? By- well, you'll find out ^.^ Does Fang have the same dreams? Have? He causes them xD Have you ever seen LOST? Once or twice, I believe.

: You, ma'am, are awesome! Really! I never expected to get a review as commending as yours! You totally rock, and deserve a sticker! Chester, give 'er a sticker!

Chester: What's in it for me?

Your life.

Chester: *grumbles and puts a gold star on edwardismyromeo's forehead*

*hugs edwardismyromeo* Thank you so much! You have no idea what that review meant to me!

Disclaimer: Let's just settle this once and for all: I'm a girl, J.P is not. J.P is a professional author, I am not. Obviously I am not J.P. Therefore, I will not restate this any longer!


MPOV

My car pulled smoothly into the parking lot and I turned it off. Ella and J.J were chattering happily in the backseat and they popped out of the car without a break in their exclamations.

"I know! He's so dreamy."

"Totally! Even his name is dreamy."

"Jake," They breathed in unison.

I rolled my eyes and slammed the door shut, walking ahead of the two Jake-obsessed girls. I needed to find Fang, and J.J and Ella weren't exactly the world's biggest help.

My eyes combed through every inch of the parking lot. He had to be here somewhere. He always hung out, leaning against his car and looking as loner as ever, in the parking lot every morning. There was no reason why today would be any different.

Finally, I saw him leaning against his black Mercedes Guardian. Fancy.

As I met his gaze across the lot and I knew about my past, it was easy to see the similarities between my Angel of Darkness and Fang. Fang was Metarton the Archangel, my love and eternal soul mate, and my Guardian Angel.

And I ran across the parking lot, ignoring everyone's, and thrusting myself into his arms. He embraced me, warm and tight, and spun me around. It was just like those old sappy romance movies….

Which is exactly why it never really happened.

Instead, I walked across the lot and just stood in front of him, smiling and gazing into his eyes. Fang stared back, his eyes dancing with sheer joy.

I did a little curtsy, bowing my head. "Metarton," I said as I looked back up.

He did a sweeping bow. "Gabrielle." He straightened back up, as did I. "I've waited a long time for you."

"So I've been told."

He grinned and then he did exactly what I imagined before. Fang wrapped his arms tightly around my waist before lifting me effortlessly up and twirling us both around. The parking lot around us faded away until it was just me, Fang, and this little bubble of happiness. We both laughed easily and gleefully, staring into each other's eyes. He stopped spinning, but didn't put me down. Our foreheads met and gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. "You will never leave me side again," he said.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Someone loudly cleared their throats behind me, popping our little bubble. Fang set me on my feet and I turned to see Ella and J.J trying to stifle their laughs.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, shush you two."

Of course, they did the opposite of what I asked- the two bubbly girls immediately burst into rambunctious laughter.

"You guys looked like you were reuniting after a hundred years!" J.J said through laughs.

"I know! I mean, really? You guys just saw each other yesterday. With the scene you put on, it was as if you haven't seen each for ages!"

Fang and I shared a look, amused that they guessed correctly, but didn't even know it.

I shook my head and started walking towards the bulking building called a school. "Come on, guys. I don't know about you, but I don't want another suspension from X."

With a final laugh, Ella and J.J skipped along ahead of us and into the hulking building. When I tried following after them, Fang grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards him.

"Fang," I groan, but still smiled. "I have to get to X's room soon, and you know it."

"Not today, you're not. Today, you're comin' with me." He gave me a wicked grin before starting the ride.

Fang swept me into his arms bridal style and took off running.

Fang running was faster than anything I've ever experienced. It was faster than a roller coaster, a race car, a jet. When Fang ran, it was as if he were flying with the fifteen-foot long midnight black wings he always had in the meadow.

I let out a yelp and wrapped my arms around Fang's neck, holding on for dear life. Shapes and images whizzed past at enormous speeds. The wind gave me a cold hard slap to the face, so I buried my head in the crook of Fang's neck. I heard his laugh fly through the wind, his chest rumbling beneath me.

The, all at once, he stopped.

We were in front of a mansion at the end of my block. It was gothic-styled, as if it was built back when Fang and I were first put on the Earth. It was cream colored, though, giving it a slightly more modern feel to it. A wrought-iron gate encircled the property.

Fang set me on my feet once more, and I detached my arms from around his neck. He pushed the gate open for me and I stepped onto the perfectly manicured lawn.

Together, we headed up the yard and to the front porch. The door was unlocked when Fang tried it.

"You don't lock your doors?" I asked, puzzled.

He shrugged. "I don't really think it necessary. I mean, rarely any people even come by this house. And besides, I don't have anything to take."

He was right. The entire house seemed void of furniture. It was just wide open space with a sole grand staircase in the center of it all. Our voices echoed through the vacant house, making it even more unnatural.

Fang headed up the staircase and I had no choice but to follow him. When we reached the first floor, he stopped and led me down to the very end of a hallway. There, he opened a door.

Inside was Fang's room. It was all black. Heavy black curtains hung over wide windows. Two black dressers were pushed to separate sides of the room. A single black throw rug was placed on the white carpet, a queen-sized bed on top (with black bedding, of course.) There was a dome-shaped alcove was set into a far wall where two chairs and a table sat waiting.

Fang strode over to the chairs, beckoning me to follow him. I did, and took a seat in one of the leathery chairs in the alcove.

Fang sat in silence for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. I'm sure he was trying to think of how to explain to me what was going on without creeping me out too much. I could take it, though. I was ready to accept what I was and learn more about my true blood. After all, I've been living the past fifteen years of my life as a human. And all that time, I was really an angel, with pure, untainted blood running through my veins.

Finally, Fang spoke up.

"I know you must be confused."

I hesitated. "A bit, yes."

"And I'm going to try and help you. What would you like to know?"

"Everything," I answered immediately.

He nodded. "You see, it started in the sixteen-hundreds. The world was just beginning to become more sophisticated. Our Lady, the highest of all Angels, had premonitions of what was to come. As more and more people began to settle and colonize on Earth, the Lady had a premonition of what the Earth would be like after twenty centuries. She saw burning. The whole world aflame. She heard the blood-curdling screams of people slowly being engulfed in the flames. Until, slowly, the fire dwindled.

"There were a few hundred survivors who had been thinking clearly enough to go into an abandoned bomb-shelter or cave, where the flames cloud not reach. They stuck together in one group, knowing that they must repopulate and revive the whole Earth, the whole human race.

"The sun was gone though. And plants were scarce. After they died from not being able to get energy from the sun, there would be no oxygen left to breathe. So they were left with only two choices: One, wait it out and hope it gets better, but also risking suffocating to death later on. Or two, kill yourself and put yourself out of your misery.

"The majority of the people choice to kill themselves. After all, they thought, it'd be better than suffocating, your lungs slowly collapsing, the feeling of all of your cells screaming out to get oxygen, the need to breathe, but not being able to. Even the thought of it had them all shuddering. In the end, there were only twenty left.

"And soon, the twenty died. Six died of disease, fourteen died of suffocation.

"The Lady flipped early into the future, trying to figure out why this tragic end was presented to those innocent people. What she discovered brought horror to her very core.

"Around the twenty-first century, the one we're in now, the humans started to get careless, more violent, and more greedy. As a result, the Earth was slowly dying, as they failed to listen to the signs it sent to us in warning of the future. We became over-populated, violence-driven, and crazed. We could hardly be called humans anymore. We were more like savages, really.

"The Lady decided that she would not stand for the death of our beautiful Earth. So she called upon the Archangels to be sent to Earth and hide within human shells. We were to rule the human society so that we could make the calls of what happened to our planet, to reset the course of the Earth's life.

"For a few centuries, we thrived. We ruled as Queens and Kings around the humans. We were wiser than them, stronger, and more intelligent. Some even called us Angels, sent down to save us. And even though they were right, they could never know.

"Eventually, the humans started to act good. We had trained them well, and it would soon be time to go back to the Heavens. There was nothing else we could do.

"On the last century of our time on Earth, we had to send someone back on their eighteenth birthday. Then someone on their twenty-first. And another on their twenty-fourth. And so on and so forth. The person who wanted to go back first was Uriel. Uriel was the one who disliked our time on Earth the most. Of course, she was one of the main links keeping this Earth survived, and she loved the Earth. Which is exactly why she despised being around humans that treated the Earth with such carelessness. Finally content with the way they treated the Earth, she decided it was time for her to go home. But someone had to kill her.

"It was, of course, my job to do so. You and I were the leaders of our Archangel group and the Queen and King of the lands in which we ruled. You were granted your title because of your wisdom and skills. You were the most renowned warrior in the lands. And so you were crowned title of the 'Warrior Princess' and would soon be Queen when your mother of the life-time died.

"As Queen and King, it was our job to send back our Angels to where they belonged. We were to go last, killing each other and the same moment. And so, you came with me to Uriel's house that one cloudy night in August. I knocked on the door, and Uriel answered, wearing the traditional white dress, the true color of death.

"I unsheathed my engraved sword and we began. You stepped forward, and placed a laurel of black roses atop her head in place of the tiara you removed. Then you said words in fluent French that were meant to purify, cleanse, and set peace to the mind.

"I, Gabrielle des Archanges, vous avez fixé, l'Archange Uriel, au repos. Vous trouverez la paix, la sérénité et la complétude dans les cieux et sur la présence de Notre-Dame et Notre Dieu. Le soleil le cri, la lune sera entièrement montée à votre perte, les étoiles vont danser comme vos rendements étant de les Cieux. Les fleurs et les arbres seront déplorons ces pertes, tout comme les personnes qui occupent la Terre vous aider à fournir. Mais vous reposer en paix jusqu'à ce que vous réveiller à l'aube des deux-centième année. Pensez-vous, de l'Archange Uriel accepter votre devoir et vous engagez Retour à Notre-Dame?

"Uriel responded steadily, without hesitation or waver. 'Oui.'

"You nodded, kissed both of her cheeks, and said simply, "Je te liberer."

"Which that, you stepped back and nodded to me. I put the point of the sword to Uriel's heart. 'You shall rest in peace," were my departing words. Then I plunged the sword into her chest.

"We did not watch the ten seconds it took for the Archangel's true from to go back to the Heavens. Instead, we faced each other, held both of our hands in the other's, and bowed our head, our eyes closed as we said silent prayer for Uriel.

"When we turned back to Uriel, her eyes were closed, and she had a peaceful smile on her lips. I retracted the sword from her chest, and sheathed it. Together, we lifter Uriel and brought her to her room. There, we dressed her womb and laid her on her bed. She looked the perfect picture of tranquility.

"Later that night, her soul mate, Michael, found her at rest when he returned home from his daily duties. He immediately sought after us.

"You and I were to stay apart from each other for the rest of the night, as were the other Archangels. There were seven of us, you see. Anyway, we were supposed to stay away from each other as a sign of respect to Uriel. Each of us wore white. Until the festival of the night came. We changed from our white clothing, but still wore calming colors, as if we were afraid of disturbing her rest. The only one not dressed for her peace was Michael.

"You and I were stronger together. All soul mates were. So it was the perfect night for Michael to pay us revenge for what we did. He killed me first, knowing that a Warrior Woman's rage was far worse than any one Archangel Man's. He caught me from behind, whispering, "We could have lived here as rulers. We could have never backed down. And yet, you betrayed us and sent her back."

"'It was the right thing to do. We had to put her a rest, as we will to the rest of us later.' I replied. Without another word, he drove his sacred sword in, wedging it hard into my chest before pulling it back out and going for you.

"As you know, he soon got you dead. And then the rest of the Archangels. But Michael did not know what he was doing- he completely undid the hard work we tried to keep for so many centuries. Instead of coming back in two hundred years along with Uriel to make sure everything was still in order, we came back every hundred years, for our being had never fully been put to rest.

"Each time we came back without Uriel, though, he just killed us again. He never fully finished us off. So here we are today, without Uriel, and in our next cycle. There is no doubt he's going to find us soon."

I was silent, soaking in that load of information. "Wow," I said at last.

Fang nodded. "Anything else you want to know?"

A smile slowly grew on my lips. "Tell me about my past lives."


Alrighty. I hope some of your confusion is cleared up. If not, ask those questions! Also, if you want to know what Max said to Uriel, go to . Then, click on translator at the top. After that, copy and paste anyhting in French into the big text box in the center of the page. Then, select French to English. The full translation will then show up! Okay, now I'm off to read some of your stories.

Chester: You've been very boring today.

And you've been bery annoying today. Now shut up!

Chester: But annoying you is just so much fun. It's the highlight of my day, you know.

Chester?

Chester: Yes?

Shut up before I throw a Panda at you.

Chester: ....

That's what I thought.

*Shiver*