Well...this is the last chapter. I think I'm going to add in an epilogue, though...then there will be a sneak peak of my new story that will be coming soon, then maybe another suprise that I will talk to you guys about...

Well, anyway, it's 9/11. Let's pause for a second to remember those who have died...

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything...just the plot

Max and Fang's POV

The flock walked home together, none of them talking. Only Fang and Max truly know what happened, but the rest of the flock didn't question them. Max was still getting over the shock of seeing Dean die, but she relized how tired she was. She was awake for almost a day, not counting the times when she was drugged before Dean took them to a different place to throw off Fang's trail, and when she slept for a few hours in the cave.

She was limping, although she didn't think there was anything broken. It's probably from running for her life just after she hadn't used it in a day.

Fang had his arm around her shoulders, as if it was on reflex. Emily said she'll call the police when they leave, so that the cops won't question them, but she finally fell asleep right when she entered the living room on the couch. The "Night Quill" must be taking affect, so J.J said she'll call them.

Max and Fang didn't really understand what happened. They knew that he was dead, but they didn't really know what that meant. Well, they new that meant that he won't be terrorizing them anymore, but...there seems to be more to it. They didn't really feel accustomed to this new freedom.

Fang was walking with a slight grimace of pain. Max was sure at least two of his ribs broke when he was thrown against the wall. The memory of it made her wince, and leaned into Fang, but straighten back up when he winced.

The flock arrived home. Everything was the same, like nothing big happened. Max thought it was ironic..she didn't know why it was, it just is.

Fang, with his arm sill around Max, flopped down on the couch, Max following him. They closed their eyes, and almost immediately fell asleep. Fang's small grimace eased into a soft expression and their breathing became more steady.

Max's POV

Max's eye fluttered opened, the first thing she see's is Fang, still sleeping. She thinks she could get used to this veiw.

Feeling dehydrated, she removed herself from the couch and walked into the kitchen to get some water.

She was just filling the glass with water when memories from last night filled her mind again.

Fang getting pushed to the side by Dean...

Flying to Emily's neighbor hood...

Being chased to a dead end...

Fang being thrown agaisnt the wall...

Dean dropping dead.

This was very weird for her. Who knew that Emily-sweet, caring, wouldn't-kill-an-ant, Emily-would be the one to shoot Dean dead? Sure, she didn't know that it was Dean. She just saw a big-wolfish creature chasing after her two friends, so she shot it-it was still weird. Max didn't even know she had a gun. Now that Max thought about it, it sounded like a cheesy action movie, where the unexpected person is the one to finish it all.

...But was it finished? Ari kept coming back to life when he died...what if Dean's the same? And what about iTex? What if they'll still look for them?

Max's thoughts were interupped by the sound of the kitchen door opening. She whirled around and saw Fang, still looking the way he did last night. There was died blood on his shirt and face and he walked with a slight limp. Max hated seeing him like that, but she couldn't stop think how hot he looked when he was all wounded (i know...that sounds weird. But it's true! If you read the third Manga book in the series, you'll know what I'm talking about).

She set the glass of water down and walked over to him, moving her hands to his ribs. He gave her a quizzical look at first, but then understood what she was doing. When her hands got the his bottom two ribs, he let out a small grunt of pain.

"You're ribs are broken." She stated...like nothing else was new. Fang just nodded. "They'll heal in a few days." He said.

Max nodded, then her thoughts came back to her...he was dead. She didn't know how to handel that...well, she was happy that he died, but she felt weird...

"You okay?" Fang asked, noticing her troubled expression.

Max shrugged. "I'm fine..it's just..." Max said. She walked over to the window and took a seet on the window sile. Fang walked next to her. When she didn't say anything, Fang said "I've sometimes thought about people, coming back home from a war..how hard it must be to get back into the normal shows strength."

Max smirked. "That was kind of deep." Fang smirked and shrugged his shoulders.

"It's just..." Max said. "I know I should feel happy...but-"

"You just feel releived." Fang said. Max nodded. "Happiness will come later. Right now just be greatful that he isn't here anymore."

Max smiled. He isn't here anymore. No need to worry, no need to look over her shoulder, no need to be afriad...so, what now?

"He's dead..." She turned her head to Fang "What do we do now?"

Fang smirked. "How 'bout Ireland?" He joked.

Stay still long enough, and it'll be over...

Max sat up straight in her bed that night. She was panting and her shirt stuck to her skin. She had a feeling that dream won't go away anytime soon...

She looked around her room. She was alone, but she didn't want to be.

Her first thought was Fang, but then someone else entered her mind, someone she hasn't talk to in a while.

Max swung her legs off the bed and started walking to Angel's room. She missed her a lot.

Max tapped on Angel's door and opened it up slightly. The little girl turned around on her bed and looked at the door tiredly. "Max?" She said.

"Hey, can I sleep in here tonight?"

Angel nodded. "Sure, why?"

Max walked over, closing the door and crawling into the bed. "I had a bad dream." Max knew how childish she was acting right now, but she didn't care. She missed the kid.

"It was about Dean." Angel said. Max was slightly taken back, but said "Yeah."

Angel looked at her understandibly. "You're scared he might come back."

Max nodded. "Yeah."

Angel closed her eyes. "He won't. Neither will iTex."

"Are you sure?"

"They'll come back when my Nightmare comes true."

Who knew a little girl could be so good at metaphors? Max smiled and pushed her head in the pillows. "Thanks, Angel."

Short but...still. Next will be the epilogue, then the sneak peak!

Oh, and that 'other suprise' I wanted to talk to you about? You know when i had you guys send in suggestions for chapter 27, saying that I already wrote another chapter but didn't finish it because it was so awkward? Would anyone want to see that chapter? It's REALLY awkward..at least i think so. Tell me in a review if you want to read it!

R&R?