WHAT'S UP, PEOPLES OF THE UNIVERSE?!

Skittles31, here, as you all probably know. I mean, I would hope that you all know. I've been the one writing this story for the longest time. Meaning since the beginning of this story. So, yeah.

I would like to take this time to do two things.

ONE!!: I'm dedicating this chapter to forevertwilightluver. I hope that you're satisfied with this chapter.

TWO!!: I would like to take this moment to thank every single person that has every reviewed this story. So that would be, in order from the first person to review to the latest:

goldenrose37, Someone aka Me, maxride333, Is it really necessary?, tastes-like-crayons, becoming darkness, twilight-h.p.-maxride4ever, klutzyspaz, Rainie16, Skips with muffins, fed x, .'-Cute Prison Break-'., EdwardCullenIsCoolerThanYou, girlytown, MaxCullen21, XXNumbXX, dusk3ttex01, NITESIDE IS DA BOMB, Keystar34, X-RayDog, LeapforLove, xMysticxRainx, Jacob Black Ooft. . .Phitt, IchigoRenji, Mackiwaki, Evilhunterperson, orangeduck23, awesomnessness, FAXfan, sanctuary-in-dreams, chechuu-cullen, yesisalas, alison94, TwyRyse56, )( *wings*)(, Kelsey Goode, Flame Ride, twentytawnytigers, TwilightGirl100195, KestrelWings, LovelyNBlue, heaven collins, crazywing18, SkittlesForTheWorld, MyDarkHeart, paramorechick04, maximumride1219, IceCweamWuver, Princess GreenFire, world domination freak, ILoveReadingAndWriting, DisturbebMisunderstudHauntedMe, Domination-List, forevertwilightluver, and books r a gurls bestfriend.

There is also another person--well actually people that reviews, but for some reason, whenever I write their author name, the computer spazzes and doesn't let me type their name. So, to the author "R"h."J"e --nix the quotation marks around the r and the j--, you get a special paragraph dedicated to you.

And now, this chapter is what I would like to say is a bit of a turning point. Read it and you'll figure it out.

Disclaimer: There are many things that I don't own. Suffice it to say that Maximum Ride doesn't exactly fall out of that category. James Patterson will one day give me the right to the series though!! If I bug him enough. I also don't own The Host. That's Stephanie Meyer's barrel of monkeys. Sigh. Oh and I also don't own Twilight. I know, shock horror!!

Claimer: Touch Valerie, Demon, Mira, Skye, Blaze, Jinx, Hope, Gina, Exie, Gem, Mini, Niara, Ray, A.J., Collin, Drex, or Nate, and I will hunt you down like Mariah Carey. And do horrible things that involve a monkey, three porcupines and a Jack-O-Lantern, and could possibly leave you in a mental hospital for the rest of your life.

And now, ON WITH THE STORY!!

And here comes Mira.

"VALERIE!!" Mira yelled, and I smirked to myself as I heard her voice come from around the corner of the hallway. I took another bite of my apple, curled up on my bed with "The Host" , as per usual.

Bookmarking my page—since we all knew that when Mira decides that she wants to talk to you, she talks to you for a while—I looked up just as she stormed into the room.

I raised an eyebrow, signaling for her to start talking.

"What was that?!" she yelled, taking on a half-confused, half-crazed expression as she came and sat beside me on the bed.

The blank look in my eyes obviously told her something, because she kept going. "That… that confrontation! Between you and Demon!! Both of them!!"

Dang it. I was hoping that would never reach the light of day ever again.

I rolled over onto my stomach and stretched out. "Meh, nothing." I said, and Mira nearly gave birth to a mad cow.

"HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY SAY THAT THAT WAS NOTHING?!" She screeched, and I had to cover my ears.

"Tone it down, Mirabella," I mumbled, and she shot me a look.

"I will not tone it down, Valerie! I just saw my sister and her best friend—who you claimed to have no romantic feelings for whatsoever—in a very compromising position, what with you up against the wall both times!! And you both looked just about ready to jump each other!! Care to explain?!?!" She whisper-yell-questioned. HAHA!! You did tone it down, and—WAIT, WHAT?!

I wanted to smack something. Or, more preferably, someone. "We did not look ready to jump each other!! That's Nudge and Iggy's problem, not ours!"

Somehow, Mira was channeling my personality, because her face was completely blank while I went ballistic. Finally, when I finished ranting, she calmly said, "Val, look at what I saw, and tell me that you both didn't look ready to jump each other!!"

Then I was looking at Demon and my confrontation from her point of view, when she had poked her head back in the room to most likely see whether or not I had murdered D. Holy corkscrew…

"YOU PHOTOSHOPPED THAT IMAGE!!" I yelled, jumping up onto the bed, pointing at her from my new position.

"No, I didn't," she said calmly, obviously finding joy in my discomfort, judging from the smirk that was making its way across her face.

"YES YOU DID!! YOU'RE SMIRKING!! I SMIRK!! YOU'RE BEING AN EVIL VERSION OF ME!!" I yelled, still standing on the bed pointing at her.

Because there was no way that Demon had been just 3 inches away from me.

And there was no way that he had been looking down at me like he was a drunk guy in a strip club, and I was the stripper.

And there was no way our eyes were glazed over.

And there was no way he was leaning in closer.

And there was no way I was leaning into him.

And there was no way my eyes had been closing.

And there was no way I had shivered and smiled when he had basically demoted me by whispering "Good girl" in my ear.

And there—well, you get the idea. "MIRA, YOU LIE!!"

Mira shrugged. "I don't lie. I'm simply telling you what I saw."

"NO, YOU LIAR!! LIIIIEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!" I yelled, putting my hands over my ears, trying to block out her lies. Those lies that were in no way true but were in every way photo-shopped.

"Valerie—"

"STOP TALKING TO ME! I CAN'T HEAR YOU, MS. SMIRKITY SMIRK-MCSMIRK!!!" I yelled, now jumping up and down on the bed. "LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA!!!!"

Mira, with all of her evil photo-shop-handling strength, pulled me back down on my butt. "Val. I was just showing you what I saw. Maybe that's not what you think happened, but I saw that's what I saw from my point of view. Just saying. So glad we had that conversation."

And then that evil buttmunch got up and left, after having effectively screwed up my thought process. That evil little snake. She's learning.

Taking an angry bite out of my apple, then groaning as I realized that my breakfast was now finished, I stood up and walked back into the kitchen. Throwing away the core, I went back into the bedroom. I jumped out the window, spreading my wings out 20 feet before I hit the ground.

Yeah, I knew that Demon was going to kill me for not telling me where I was going, especially seeing as that was how the entire Mira conversation had come to be in the first place, but cut me some slack. I had never been one to follow directions from anyone, so he really shouldn't feel extremely ticked off.

He's no different from the rest of the people who try to order me around.

Shooting back upwards, I flew straight into a cloud. I decided I wanted to try something. Still flapping my wings, I lit my hands on fire, trying to propel myself forward even faster.

The wonderful news: It worked. I am a FLIPPING GENIUS!!!

Soon I was flying across the sky like some sort of rocket, just not as fast as Max could go when she used her super speed. I was pretty sure that I wasn't in Illinois anymore.

And my complete euphoria was probably the reason why I didn't realized that I was flying straight into an army of about fifty Flyboys. Crabcakes.

I stopped the "fire-propping" (A.N. BWAHAHAHAHA!!! MY WORD!!! NO STEALING! YOU WILL PULL BACK A BLOODY STUMP!!!) and just hovered in midair. I fixed back my emotionless mask in place, and got into a fighting stance. Launching into the giant mass of them, I started shooting flames madly.

And then I realized that I was at a huge disadvantage, because these Flyboys were flame resistant. I am in some serious crap.

I started kicking and punching and trying to get out of the giant mass of Terminator props, but these things were more durable than you think.

In a few minutes, I was bloody, bruised, and falling out of the sky. I felt my wings close involuntarily and reabsorb into my back. And as if that wasn't bad enough, in the middle of my mental curse-fest, I went unconscious. Fudge.

--Nessie POV—

(A.N. And here we go…)

"Jake! Catch me if you can!!" I yelled, laughing and running away from the large russet wolf that was my boyfriend. I got a playful growl in return, and I heard as his feet lightly padded along the ground.

Jake and I always went out for a race ever since I was little. He'd shift, and then I'd leave him in the dust.

Like now. "Come on, Jake! I didn't know you were a turtle," I yelled back, still laughing as I ran.

And then as I passed under a tree, the sky started falling.

"AAAAAAH!!!" I heard Jake roar behind me in response to my scream, and then I heard his actual voice. "Ness?!"

He found me standing frozen in the same place where I had a "Chicken Little" moment, staring at this wounded girl that had fallen out of the flipping sky and practically hyperventilating.

Immediately, Jake moved forward, taking her pulse. "She's lost a lot of blood already, and her heart is slowing down. If this kid wants to live, then she's not going to have much of a chance in a few minutes." He looked at me meaningfully.

I looked at her for a few seconds more, knowing that I had the power to keep her alive. And then I saw the scars.

This girl had scars everywhere; her face, her legs, her arms. Obviously, she had been through a lot. Either that, or she was just clumsy.

But somehow, I knew that this girl was a fighter. And I knew that it wouldn't do for her to have died this way. Not when I could help.

Having made my decision, I grabbed her, threw her over my shoulder, and started running full speed back to the house. "MOM!!!"

Within five seconds, she was down the stairs, with Dad in tow. "Who is that?" were the first words out of her mouth.

"She fell out of the sky," I said, ignoring the strange look I got from Dad. "You have to save her."

Mom was staring at the teenager in my hands with an unsure look on her face. But then Jake just about saved the day.

"Bells, she's going to die if you take too long to decide," Jake put in, and I gave him a very grateful look when Mom looked at me and said, "I'll get Carlisle."

Of course, because my family is that wonderfully unpredictable, Aunt Alice and Grandpa came bounding in.

"Nessie, put her down on the couch," Grandpa said. I followed his directions, pulling it out into bed-form first —Sorry, Jake--, and then Grandpa bit her neck.

Meanwhile, Dad started firing questions at me. "Renesmee Carlie McCarty, why in the world are we changing this absolute stranger who has no relation to us?"

I bit back the smart comment that would surely get me grounded for a while, and said, realizing at the exact same time that I was saying it, "Dad, she's special. Smell her."

It would probably sound strange to any other normal person, but my family is anything but normal.

It was pretty hard to miss her scent in the room. She smelt like cinnamon, apples and burning incense. Sort of a sweet, but smoky smell. But the other thing that made her stand out was the fact that she smelt like an animal.

Now I don't mean that in a mean way like "Oh my gosh, you need a bath!", but it was more like she was some sort of part animal, part human thing.

And it was pretty hard to miss when you're a veggie vamp and you feed on animals. I mean, you have to notice at some point what an animal smells like.

If you haven't caught on yet, my family and I are all vampires. And no, I'm not in a psycho ward.

Going back to the random stranger in our living room, Dad realized what I was talking about and said, "So you really found her falling out of the sky when you were out running?"

I nodded just as Grandpa walked over to us and said, "She is definitely different."

We waited for him to elaborate, and he did. "Her blood is somewhat human, but she also has a bit of a bird taste."

Of course, Jake said it out-right. "So you're changing an angel?"

You see? I wasn't lying when I said we weren't normal.

"Well we have to have some variety on who we have in our family," Aunt Alice said, smiling. Dad just chuckled.

At that moment, we heard more footfalls coming, and Grandma, Aunt Rose, Uncle Emmett, and Uncle Jasper came through the door.

First words out of Uncle Emmett's mouth? "She smells funny."

We all rolled our eyes, and then sat around waiting for her to wake up.

It was strange. She was strange. According to Grandpa, the change was supposed to be pretty painful. And how could it not be? I mean, three days of fire burning through your veins? Oh, yeah, sure. That's like swimming through cotton candy, of course.

But this girl, this "angel" was just lying there, like she was sleeping, or something. Uncle Jasper didn't even have to leave the room. If I hadn't heard her heart beating—which was extremely fast for a "human", anyway—out of control, I would have thought that she was just lying there with her eyes closed. The change didn't even seem to be affecting her, like she was used to the flames. What the heck is wrong with her?!

And then the three day process came to an end. Her heart was racing amazingly fast, so fast that the beats were almost blending into one another. And then, with one final "ba-bump", it stopped beating entirely.

We all held our breath, and Jake came back just in time from the kitchen to realize that the angel teenager was waking up. This should be interesting.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Progress has been made. NOW, THE STORY BEGINS!! MYEHEHEHE!!

Ahem. Sorry. I forgot to take my meds this morning, and now I'm bouncing off the wall.

But yes, review and tell me how you liked it!! I can't stand the somewhat shortness, but that might be just me and my love of long chapters. OH WELL!!

So yes. Eat some fried chicken, and laugh at the squirrels.

Peace, love, and "You know what? The answer to all our problems is that Shakespeare was Japanese. End of Story.",

Skittles31