Prisoner- Chapter 11

Then he managed to surprise me again, add this one to the list. Fang kissed my forehead. I looked up into his eyes and then he put a finger under my chin raising my lips to his. He leaned down… was Fang about to kiss me?

He inched closer, my heart was pounding furiously and my breathing had quickened. Then his lips were on mine and it felt like something was finally going right in my life.

Unfortunately the kiss lasted all of three seconds, because a nurse walked down the hallway and stopped a few feet away from us.

I felt Fang pull away and I turned to look at the nurse. My cheeks were heated, oh no, I was blushing! Note so self: don't let Fang see you blush.

"Sorry to interrupt." She said clutching a chart to her body. "But I need you to come with me." I turned to look at Fang giving him a here we go again look.

"Alright, Nick, watch the others." I said walking away with the nurse.

Fang nodded and walked back into the waiting room.

"The doctor noticed something about your sister…" The nurse began.

I interrupted, "…the wings." She nodded.

"Do you have them too?" She asked with a curious look.

"Yes." I said nodding. "Can I see my sister now?"

"She's resting right now." The nurse said. "But I guess it would be ok for you to sit with her. Just one at a time."

"Alright." I said walking into Angel's room. She was sleeping under a white sheet. Her neck was bandaged and she looked a little paler than usual.

I walked over to the bed and took a seat in the chair next to it. I took Angel's hand in mine and stroked it with my thumb.

"I'm sorry I let this happen." I whispered. Tears threatened to fall once again. What was it with me and crying lately?

A doctor appeared in the doorway. "Is it alright if I ask you a few questions?"

I looked up at him then back at Angel. "About what?" I asked.

"I think you know." He said walking into the room. "What are you?"

"If I tell you will you promise not to call anyone about us?" I asked. "Tell no one?"

"Well, I'm afraid it's too late." He said brushing a hand through his thick brown hair.

"What do you mean?" I asked standing up. "Who did you tell?"

"Now calm down." He said putting a hand up. "We are required to call the government with matters like this. Not that they've ever happened before, but that is beside the point."

"Who did you call?" I repeated, my voice harsh and my eyes narrowed.

"Hello Max." A familiar voice said from the doorway of the room.

AN: Hope you liked it! Myrah, I'm going to cut this story into sets of twenties. So once this hits twenty chapters I'm going to make a Prisoner Part 2. And trust me when I say this story gets better in its later chapters. I'll make you guys a deal, okay? After I get five reviews, I'll add another chappy.

Oh and sorry about all the cliffies. Ask any of my readers, I love cliffies! REVIEW PLEASE!