Iggy's POV

"He's here!" I yelled. To whom, I had no idea, but Sam was the one who answered while my family was screaming their heads off around me. I could almost feel the severed body parts rolling off their necks and bouncing on the ground. Disgusting.

"What? Who's here?" Sam sounded like he actually cared what I had to say. What a nice change from the usual I'll-look-at-you-and-then-I'll-kill-you type of thing. I kind of liked it.

"Edward," I gasped, panting for air. "He's going to do something. He's going to kill him!"

"Who?"

"Fang, you dog! FANG!" I started going berserk again, and I slipped from Sam's grasp and I ran toward the door.

I heard footsteps behind me. "I'm coming with you," Sam panted beside me. I nodded.

"Iggy!"

"Nudge, come on!" I yelled. "Fang's in trouble!"

"Come on, guys," Nudge called, and we soon became a hybrid angry mob heading toward the door.

God knows there had to be more players in this game.

"Sam!"

"Jared!"

"Right here, man."

"I'm here too, jerk," someone breathed next to my ear.

Personal space, dude. Everyone's popping that three-foot hyper-active bubble around me. Sheesh.

"Paul, Jared, Edward's here." Sam cut to the chase quickly.

My hearing was blocked out by growling.

"Who does that guy think he is?" Paul said. The air shimmered around me. "What's he doing?"

"He's in there. I don't know why, but I think he's going to kill Fang. Though I don't see why, since he's already..." Here he stopped talking, and said, "Uh, since the doctors are watching over him. He's probably already in the operating room."

Nothing. I imagined blank stares. "You know," Sam said, searching for the right words. "The one we, uh, met in the forest? Edward's up to something, and I think it has to do with him."

"The kid?" Jared said, confused. "Why?"

"Beats me. That's what we're trying to find out."

We raced throughout the hospital. Either these people were ignorant or just plain stupid, but every time we asked where Fang was, we received different—and sometimes very colorful—answers.

"Yeah, what you want to do is talk to someone who actually cares."

"Well, that's apparently, like, not you," I muttered.

"Do I look like I would know? What the hell's the matter with you?!"

"Your face." I commented.

"But your blind!"

"Anyone can see a face as ugly as yours." I said realistically.

"What kind of name is Fang, a tooth disease?"

"Only for you, buddy." I was getting tired of this.

"Do you work out? 'Cause your biceps are the size of, like, a chimney or something!"

"Or the size of Godzilla's big toe." I was getting really sick of this by now.

"I love you. I love you sooo much!"

"Oh jeez!"

"Are you blind? That's retarded!"

I was ready to strangle that kid.

Finally, a real nice lady led us to the right spot. Room 597 on the fifth floor. And we were running again.

"Where are the stairs?" I asked, huffing. "Do you see them?"

"Stairs?" Sam asked incredulously. "The elevator's right here!"

See, you may not know this about me, but I can't deal with elevators. They remind me of being trapped in a box. I'm not claustrophobic or anything, but if there's an elevator around, and I'm in it, then I either cry like a baby for my crazy mom or become something like an axe murderer.

Not fun.

But, I didn't want to tell anyone about my, uh, problem, so I made something up. "Yeah, what if the power goes out, dog? Then we'd be stuck there listening to Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head until we grow old and die. Or worse," I shuddered. "Gazzy singing the constipation song!"

I imaged Gazzy grinning wickedly. I felt I needed to spare the poor werewolves from the torture. Apparently Sam was thinking the same thing.

"Fine! We'll take the dang stairs. Jeez."

We barged through the door, our footsteps echoed around us as we climbed.

"Five steps then a hard right!" Nudge yelled.

"Six steps and a right!" Gazzy said after her.

"Two steps until the door!" Angel shrieked.

My eyes are awesome. To bad I couldn't see.

We burst out into the hallway, and Sam shouted, "Left!" I staggered, then charged in the right direction. Ha ha. Get it. Turn left, and then go to the right direction…never mind.

"This is it!" Sam yelled. "Turn left…now!" I swiveled, and we all charged in the room. Three werewolves, one mind reader, a blind kid, a black girl, who are all three genetically advanced mutant avian hybrids…

And the Gasman.

I slammed into Sam's muscular back, and the bump of my head officially grew to the size of Alaska.

I didn't say anything.

"What the…" Sam said, sounding stunned. "You did it, leech. You actually—"

"I know what I did!" A voice snapped. Edward. "It wasn't like I had much of a choice. He was dead!"

"What?!" I yelled. "You…you turned him into a vampire?" My voice grew unnaturally soft.

"Yes."

I slid to the floor, holding my head. I couldn't deal with this. I had to take care of the kids. By myself. He was—he was a--he was...

"I put morphine into his system," Edward said, his voice layered with deadly serenity. "He won't feel a thing. Well, that's what my father thinks, anyway. But enough of this. That's not important right now."

"Are you serious," I shouted out. Was this guy insane or something?

That would be a yes, to all you Edward Fans out there. The men in white needed to pick up a patient. Like, right now.

"And I need your help, Sam."

"What!? You need… you can't be serious—you broke the contract!" Sam yelled, and I heard steps. I think he was stepping toward Edward with an angry vibe. Not a good thing. "We made a deal. Don't bite the humans, stay off our land, and we won't have to kill you."

Thunder boomed from outside, and the rain beat against the window. This was kind of scary.

"Yes, I know the contract," Edward said impatiently. "I was there when it was agreed upon, mongrel. But the rules don't seem to apply in this case."

Sam didn't say anything. I imagined his face taking on the lovely image compared to something I like to call, "a fish out of water." Jared spoke up. "What the hell do you mean, the rules don't apply? How could they not?" He sounded bewildered. And, suprisingly, scared.

"See, the contract clearly states a human, as in, fully blooded, one hundred percent pure, cannot be bitten by any of us. We all understoond and have agreed to it for almost one hundred years. See, Fang," Here he paused, "Is a hybrid. Ninety-eight percent human, two percent bird. The contract doesn't apply. He's out of it."

Stunned silence.

"Is he okay, Edward?" Angel cried, shattering the moment. "What's going to happen to Fang? First Max, now him…w-will he remember us?"

For the first time, Angel sounded like an actual six-year-old. Scared, lonely, confused. I wasn't used to it. And her tone chilled me to the freaking bones, man.

When Edward spoke again, his voice was kind. "Yes. I'll stay until he remembers. I'll train him to eat animals, and hopefully he won't have to be killed. I was hoping me and Sam would help him."

"Wh-what?" Sam sputtered. "Help you?"

"Yes!" Edward snapped. "Get it through your think skull, Sam! You and I need to keep Fang in check. Explain to him the rules, teach him to hunt animals, all of the necessary things. Keep him off your land. We need to control him so he doesn't attack anyone. You won't want to see a newborn vampire sabotaging the reservation, now would you?"

For a moment, Sam was silent. Then he said, "Fine. I'll do it."

More steps. I heard a noise that sounded like a finger jabbing angrily into granite skin."But if he hunts on our land. If he kills Jacob, Leah, Seth, Quil, Embry, or anyone, anyone, on the reservation…

"You'll be dead once I rip every limb off that fourteen year old kid who's laying right next to you."

Oooooooh! Sam has a temper. He's going to kill Fang. Again. That is, if he killls anyone. Will Fang see Max again. What about the Volturi?

If I get 260, we'll see what the Volturi thinks about all of this. Max's point of view, Edward's, all that jazz. Edward's...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-ah-ch-ow *coughs hysterically*a-ha…not cool.

Ha.

Oh, by the way, someone asked before about my name. How did I get Pegasus. Well, I love mythology, as this someone probably figured out (Percy Jackson. Read it. By it. LOOOVVE it!) And anyways, there's this thing me and this kid named Shannon thought of at our school. It's stupid, and random, and it got stuck in my head. Hence, the name Pegasus6644.

What is this stupid, deranged, totally retarded unfunny thing that made us laughing until we busted our guts?

Pegasus the Unicorn.

Retarded, right?

Okay, remember: 260, and I'll publish. And maybe, if the reviews are awesome enough (which they are) Edward will go somewhere he promised never to go. Ever. Figure out what that place is, and get the review.

260.

Here we go,

-Pegasus