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Chapter 36

Max POV

"...but to keep you safe!" Fang yelled at me. He never yelled... Especially not at me, he had never gotten mad at me before... Well, not this mad...

I stood up and attempted to walk off, but Fang grabbed my hand. As he stood up, he let a sigh out. "Look, I'm sorry... I just don't want to lose you again... I've been there once, twice actually, and it killed me... And seeing you jump then over me, it was awful... Pulling you up to see you dead... I don't know what I would've done... But I need to know that you trust me, and will believe me no matter what. Because, Max," Fang explained... He looked down sort of sheepishly as if he was embarrassed about what he was going to say.

"What?" I asked rather annoyed... I instantly felt guilty when he looked up at me, his eyes for the first time showing any real emotion. Actually, a lifetime of lost emotions. A lifetime of love.

I tried to look up, or down, or anywhere else, but he gently grabbed my chin, pulled me in and kissed me softly, but with his ever-strong Fanglike determination. I melted straight away, this probably being the best way to make me forget about how hurt I was... And sadly I lost half of my brain in one intimate moment... It took a couple of seconds to remember why he had swept in and kissed me so tenderly in the first place.

"Because I love you," Fang whispered, his lips brushing against mine with every word. "I always have, and always will. You are my reason to live and I don't know about you, but I'm sick of living the lie. The lie to the kids, to your mum, and worst of all, to each other. I think it's about time we told everyone. That is, if you still feel the same way..." I didn't need to look at him to know he was watching me, anticipating my reaction...

This was it; I wasn't going to do this with him again... I'd run off on him too many times... I wasn't about to let myself hurt him again, not this time. But my biggest reason for fighting the urge to run away, was, against my better judgement, I loved him too...

"I don't want to fight with you, I don't want to hurt you," I whispered. Fang knew me well enough that he could know what I was going to say before I did, so I watched as a small smile began to tug at the edges of his lips. "I just want you, and" I tipped my head back a little for a second and breathed a laugh, while muttering to myself, "what am I about to get myself into?" I looked back at him and smiled softly. "I love you." We were still pressed against each other and I felt him smiling too.

Oh, stop it... I know what you're thinking... Mr. Rock being all emotional and me tagging along... Well, I guess I've known it for a while, but I've never known how to admit it to myself, let alone anyone else... And especially not Fang... I know I said it before, when we first got rid of Dylan. But things have changed a lot for twenty four hours... I couldn't help but laugh at that... It was so much to happen in such a short time. But then again, this was my life, and everything is hard and fast whenever I'm involved... Some things I wish weren't more than others...

I don't know exactly when it happened, but I used to always think of Fang as my brother, my right-wing man, the person I could trust with anything, and everything... And then something suddenly changed... He was no longer just the guy I wanted to have my back just in a fight, but the guy I wanted, period. Simple enough, I guess...

I knew this would only last a little before we had to get back, so I went for it.

I pulled Fang in closer to me so that I really didn't think it was possible to be any closer, and I just began to kiss him. He seemed to get the gist of things and deepened the kiss.

We walked backwards together, until we were pressed against the rock wall behind us. Fang lifted my legs up, being careful of my cuts and bite on my wing, and slid us down so we were sitting and I was straddling his lap. This was easier for me, because of my light-headedness without adding the element of kissing Fang.

He continued to kiss me, and brushed my hair off my shoulders and neck, so he could move the kiss down to my collar bone. When he did, I let my head fall to the left and let my best intentions be blown away by the warm summer air. He let his kiss linger on my neck for a moment, just enough to make the skin tingle, no doubt leaving a hickey of sorts.

I couldn't take his tormenting, so I grabbed his cheeks tenderly and pulled him back up to meet my own mouth. Our lips were perfectly moulded together, tongues dancing furiously, and everything felt so right being with Fang, kissing him, holding him, just having him near.

We continued our passionate make out session until we were breathless, sweaty and exhausted.

I leant my head on his chest, and let my good wing unfurl and cross over his two, now also open, wings. This caused another wave of sensations to be sent down my spine. He pressed his lips to my hair, and gently rubbed in between my wings, my soft spot, but still being careful of the bite on my wing...

I let my mind wander, about what could be, and how I just wanted to freeze time right here and now, with me in Fang's arms.

I found myself tracing over his bare torso muscles lightly... But apparently hard enough for him to notice.

"You right there?" Fang asked with a slight chuckle.

"Yep," I answered cheekily, continuing to play with him.

"Can I ask what you're doing, then?" he said flashing his world class half smile at me.

"Drawing patterns," I said 'as-a-matter-of-fact-ly'. "Why, you want me to stop?" I teased.

"Never," he said solemnly, running his hands through my hair, lightly pulling at all the tangles until it snagged and I'd say he gave up on untangling it when his hands trailed down my neck, over my shoulders and lightly down my sides. His hands ended up on my hips, tracing little circles himself where my shirt rode up slightly, and a small patch of skin was visible. See, it's addictive!

Every now and then he would plant a kiss on top of my head, reassuring me that he was there, never going to leave me. I was counting on him this time, probably more than I ever had... He had up and left me enough that I knew that I loved him. If that doesn't make sense, think about it this way; if Fang had left me so many times, but kept coming back, that had to mean he felt something for me. And if every time he left I was in more pain than the last time, I had to feel something for him too... And I knew now it wasn't just a brother/sister relationship I wanted with him. I knew I wanted him, all for myself, to be my Fang. The one I had, and me to be his only. The girl he wanted by his side, but still the one person he wants to have his back in a fight. I mean, just because I was a little more emotional than before didn't mean I wasn't going to fight for what was right still. I'm not that bad.

But I had Fang, and he had me, and that's all that mattered to me then and there. I loved him, and he, me. Everything seemed perfect.

It was a while before I noticed anything else. Fang took all my attention away, and I had no reason not to be focused on him... Until I heard the sound of, what I thought were, planes.

I looked up to the sky, and found myself astounded at the sight. Fang noticed how tense I had gotten and instantly followed my line of sight to the three big black helicopters circling above us...

Fang jumped up and helped me to a standing position, then stood in front of me, defensively. He looked at me in a way that meant we were on the same page; they were headed for the house...

I gave a brief nod to him, before I pulled my wings in, threw Fang back his, now slightly blooded, shirt, and he scooped me up into his arms and took off.

I couldn't help but panic, as we drew closer to the house and saw the helicopters take off... I was just hoping we weren't too late. And panicking meant clutching Fang's shirt tighter... I was stressing out, and I could tell he was too, but he simply smiled hopefully at me and pulled me tighter into his chest.

My heart was pounding in my chest by the time we landed. And as soon as Fang's feet scraped the ground, I scrambled out of his arms and through the front door.

I braced myself for the worst when I heard footsteps racing towards me, until I was greeted by my Flock, all of whom seemed genuinely nervous.

"Max!" they all screamed when they saw me, and came to engulf me with hugs... I wasn't gone that long, was I?

It didn't matter... I broke off the hug faster than they were expecting, half from worry, half because they were pressing into my sore wing. "Report." There was no time for mucking around when I had just seen three helicopters take off just across the valley.

Iggy stepped forwards to fill me in. It was about then that Fang walked in and nodded at me, a sign that everything looked all good from the outside.

"I heard copters, got everyone in and barricaded the doors we had time to. But they seemed to pass right over us... So nothing to worry about?" Ig asked. I looked back at Fang, who was now supporting me. He had his right arm around my waist, and his left hand was intertwined with mine, standing almost pressed against my back, but being careful of my right wing. I was certain the copters had landed and taken off again... This couldn't be good... He gave me a look that said he agreed with whatever I did/said.

"We need to leave. Now."

Me: So? Again, if it was too much, let us know!

Fang: -picks up green hair- Maybe we should just dye it black again...

Me: Maybe...

PLQ WINNER: Maddie-dee! I say nothing is impossible, so give me answers that I don't give you! Yeah!

PLQ: Should we give Fang back his hair? Or should we shave it?

Fang: NOOOOOO! -runs off screaming-

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