3rd Chapter…
3rd Chapter…
When the couple got home, it was dark outside. Fang kicked their door open and dropped Lucifer to the ground, looking back at Max in seconds. His eyes raked over her once more, taking in her barely-there outfit and the small smirk on her face. Fang shivered and closed the door behind her, staring down into her shining brown eyes. He leaned down and kissed her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back; her hands were cool on his back as he tangled his hands into her hair. He pulled her head back slightly, laughing quietly as her bottom lip jutted out. Fang nibbled it, then kissed her neck. She giggled and bit down hard on his lip, making him wince. 'No matter how gentle she wants to be, Max is always going to be rough…' He thought, stroking her wings. His were slightly outspread, and she followed his example. They were in their room suddenly, closing the door with their feet. They only stopped when Max's calves hit the bed. She looked up at him, then took her shoes off slowly. Fang bent down and kissed her again, slowly, happily. His muscles tensed in shock as her cold hands slid up his shirt, then took it off for him. He brushed his bare knuckles across her cheek and realized vaguely that she'd taken his gloves off. So, he slid the dress off her- his pants hit the floor at the same time- and they both fell back on the bed, laughing. Max's strapless, lacey pink bra was confusing Fang. He glared down at it, confuzzled. Max giggled loudly, touching his face.
"Try the front, dumb ass." She murmured. Then he found the clasp…
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The next morning Fang woke to a loud banging at his bedroom door. He looked down and saw Max in his black t-shirt and blue boxers. He smiled softly. The banging stopped, then started over. Growling, he got up and put some pants on. On the other side of the door was Omega, with a piece of paper in his hand.
"What?" Fang demanded, looking down at him.
"I have a message for Maximum." Omega mumbled, not meeting Fangs eyes.
"What does it say?" Fang asked; the shorter man shook his head.
"Fang, what's wrong? It's cold!" Max came over, tying her messy hair up. "Oh, hi Omega. What' s up?" Se smiled, taking the note from the blonde man.
Max, today we're going to try to get some new shots! The agency ah-dored your shots from yesterdays. Especially the ones that weren't for the magazine, so we're taking more of those. A shampoo company wants some shots too, with wings. –Pierre. Ps- hi Fang.
She started laughing, kissing Fangs cheek. "Thank you, 'Mega. See ya!"
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The modeling week passed quickly and Max found her self hiding the envelopes of pictures from Fang. He would want to keep them. She shuddered at the thought of it. It was Saturday and Fang was supposed to take her to work with him so she could get a job along side him. So when he opened the bathroom door, telling her to hurry up, she just sighed.
"Coming. Just…We're DRIVING!" She snapped suddenly, tuning the lights off and walking to the door. Fang wore a t-shirt and jeans. So that's what she wore.
"Why are we dressed so… casually?" She wondered, petting Lucifer on her way out. Fang locked the door and smiled at her.
"Because, you never know what kind of job we'll have, so we change at the office." HE chuckled.
"Oh…what could we be doing?" She asked, getting into the elevator.
"You might be going into training, or you could be going into the field as an armature." HE grinned.
In the car ride, Max continued to fidget until they reached a gate that had barbed wire on it and a camera on each post. Beside the car window was a little screen. It had a double oh seven feel to it…Fang chuckled, reading her face.
'Hey, Fang. Who's the pretty lady with you?" A mans voice asked; Max realized with a jolt that it was coming from the screen.
"This is Max…my wife." Fang smiled widely. She never saw that smile- at least, not much.
'No, that's a lie. I see it ever time he says 'my wife.' How sweet…' She thought.
"Hello, Mrs. Ride, you've finally decided to join us. Right? She is joining, right Fang?" The man continued.
"Yes, she is. Though I was trying to AVOID this. Oh well, let us in Joey." The gates slid open, but Fang didn't move; blue lights flashed, and he accelerated.
"What happened to your last partner?" Max asked curiously.
"What? Oh…Hunter? He fainted on the job and we had to switch him to a desk job. Poor guy." Fang shook his head, no sympathy on his face.
"So who's your new partner?" She asked. Fang shrugged.
"No one, right now. Hopefully you, if the boss likes you." He smirked, parking the car. "He will." He swiftly kissed her lips and opened his door. She followed him, retying her gym shoes when she got out. Max took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, ruffled her wings, and walked around the car to Fangs side. He casually put his arm around her shoulders.
Fang led Max into the office, then down two flights of stairs. People nodded politely at them, but did double-takes to look at Max. He sighed; great, now he'd have to be paranoid here. One woman stopped in front of them, looking at Max with a confused/excited expression.
"Are you…do you model?" She asked going into her purse and pulling out a Sweet Fashion magazine.
"Uh…yeah…" Max whispered, cheeks red. The woman opened the magazine to a picture. Fang's cheeks burned when he saw the picture, too. I was the Angel/ Devil picture that he'd posed in, too.
"Oh, I remember that…" She whispered. The lady nodded and pulled out a stack of colored copies, running and handing them out. Max shook her head.
"So, what do we do now?" She asked him. Fang pointed to an office.
"We talk to Adam. He'll get you set up."
Adam Vann was a tall man with short blonde hair. He had a lean build that was more for speed than strength. His office was decorated casually, with foot ball posters beside basketball posters on the walls. Even the desk looked like it would have been strictly business like, if not for the gum wrappers, Duncan Donuts coffee cups, magazines, and magic markers littered across it. He was polite and humorous at times, but seemed like he could be serious when need be.
"So, you've damned yourself to life with Fang?" He asked, looking at Max as he sat down on a chair as uncomfortable looking as theirs.
"Yeah, well I figured he'd been stuck with me, so I could handle him." She smiled and Adam nodded in approval.
"Fang, you decided to let her in on the job, I'm guessing?" He turned his green eyed gaze on Fang.
"No, she forced me to let her come. I don't want to let her work here. She might get hurt." He said. Max's closed fist decked his arm before he saw her move. He winced.
"As I recall, I could take care of myself and five other kids just fine!" She snapped, glaring at him.
"I know, I know." Fang grumbled, looking at her from under his bangs.
"Okay, Max, we're going to send you on a mission. Just a small one; by your self. Just to see how you do." Adam smiled at Fangs outraged and confused expression.
"Okay, but I'm not sure what to do." Max said, nodding with a stubborn expression.
It's simple really- All Max had to do was get into a big time drug dealers pent house, take him down or get evidence to arrest him…with out getting killed. Fang was fuming behind her as she walked into a club. She wore a red glittery dress, the neck line low and the slit in the side came to her hip. The high heals matched, only minus-ing the glitter. The glass doors slid open smoothly and she walked in. The bouncer- a large man who looked more like a line backer for a football team than anything else- stopped her.
"I was invited by Vince Carsorington." She smiled widely and the bouncer jerked his thumb back, allowing her to pass.
Fang glared at Adam, crossing his arms over his chest. This was not what he signed up for. He told Adam that she either needed to go into training or on a small armature run with him; not that it mattered. A training session helped with martial arts, defense, street fighting, gun shooting, and dodging bullets. An amateur job would have been an arrest. Something the cops could handle. Not a murderous drug dealer with a bad temper.
"Cool it, Ride. It's one of our new training sessions. She won't be in any danger." Adam said, looking at the glass doors.
After a lovely hour of fake flirting, Max got Vince to take her to his pent house. Two men had stood at the door, with metal detectors. They got nothing. Inside, Vince poured two cups of red wine, handing one to Max. She sipped delicately.
"So, Krystal, what kind of business are you in?"
"Oh, I own a bar, do some bar tending, you know. I mix drinks and make them taste better." She smiled. Vince gestured to the kitchen with a bar in it.
"Are you any good?"
"You tell me." She purred, walking up to him. She delicately pricked his skin with a needle- a tranquilizer hidden in her hand, and walked into the bar. He followed slowly, handing her a cup. She swallowed slowly and pulled a bottle of red wine out and some beer. Then tequila. She poured them together.
Finally Vince fell to the ground with a muted thud, stone asleep. She carefully leapt over him and went to the back. She pulled a pair of rubber gloves out of her bra and put them on. She had walked into his bedroom and began opening dresser drawers. The bottom one had a loaded magnum in it, so she took it, sticking it in the side of her underwear. The next drawer up held syringes, plastic bags, lighters, and cellophane. Sitting on the bed was a cell phone. Max picked it up, then opened it. She pushed the contact button, going through the numbers. Obviously this was his business phone. BANG! A bullet whizzed past her face. The door shattered as more bullets flew towards her. Max ducked and rolled, cocking the gun.
"Okay, if I get hit, I'm going to be so pissed." She muttered, leaning out the door and shooting. A cry of agony told her that she had hit someone. She shot again-twice- not really aiming. Another cry ripped through the pent house and more bullets flew, destroying furniture. Max got up, running for the door. Bangs followed her but it didn't matter, she was going straight to the basement. Gasping breath told her that the bodyguards were still chasing her. Damn, she was going to get caught. Max turned around, trying to see if she'd lost them, only to trip and land on the bottom of the stairs.
Lights flickered on and claps, whistles, and cheers caused Max to duck. When she looked up, a bunch of people were standing in front of her- including Fang and Adam. She was confused- and wearing a revealing dress. Two men came and helped her up, both holding one of her arms. They were smiling and grinning.
"Good job, for your first training session. You surprised us by making it this far." The blonde one said. The brunette nodded.
"Yeah, you did really great." He smiled. Fang swooped in, putting his arms around her waist.
"Excuse me, James, Zach, but I want to spend sometime with my wife." He said, leaning down to kiss her lips gently.
As Mr. and Mrs. Fang Ride made their way to their car, Max was chattering about how exciting her day was. Fang nodded and smiled, but he was weak with relieve; a stupid reaction. He should have known Adam wouldn't send her in unpracticed.
"Fang, are you okay?" Max asked, looking at him as they drove home.
"Yeah, why?" She just shook her head. The dark sky was stormy and Fang liked it. Thunder clapped and lighting struck.
"Look- the Angels are taking a picture." Max mumbled.
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Two years later
Left kick. Right punch. Sweep downwards. Max gagged and ran from her trainer and into the bathroom. She fell to her knees and started throwing up. Her stomach heaved and she leaned her head down farther. Someone pulled her hair back, asking if she wanted to call Fang.
"Uh…no, just tell him that I went home sick, if you see him." Max said, getting to her feet slowly and wiping her mouth. Dizziness washed over her again and she spat up more. She wiped her mouth and turned slowly to her 'savior'.
"Thank you, Lilly. Sorry to cut our training session short. I was fine earlier…" Max smiled, head spinning.
"Do you want me to drive you home?" Lilly asked, blue eyes worried.
"Nah, I'll just fly." Max smiled once more and walked slowly to the door. She felt every ones eyes on her back. They were worried- she could tell. On her way to the roof, she ran into Fang.
"Hey, cutie. Where're you going?" He asked, going to kiss her. Max dodged and turned around, puking again.
"Home. I'm sick." She muttered; she could practically hear Fangs thoughts- he was worried.
"C'mon, I'll drive you. Did you feel sick this morning?" he asked, leading her by the waist back down the stairs.
"No, I felt fine. I feel really dizzy now, though. Why can't we fly?" She whined, looking remorsefully up the stairs.
"Because you're so dizzy, Max. Plus, sick twenty three year old hybrids shouldn't fly." He kissed her forehead.
At home Fang cooked Max a bowl of soup, left a note for Omega, who still visited sometimes, not to wake her, and tucked her sweetly into their king sized bed.
"You sure you don't want me to stay home?" Fang asked, dark hair falling over his face in worry.
"I'm sure. I think I'll just take a nap. After I eat." She added with a quick, weak smile.
"Okay, I love you." He said, leaning down and kissing her forehead.
"I love you, too." She smiled.
"See you at eight." He walked out, locking the front door. Lucifer jumped onto the bed, all one fifty pounds of him. He looked like a fully grown rottweiler, but he was really a baby still.
"Hey, baby." She said to the dog, rubbing him between the ears. "Do you know what's wrong with me?" Max giggled, though she trusted the dog completely. She'd thought it was just a coincidence when the dog had freaked out from his baby sitters and made them come home from a mission- right after they left a bomb went off in the building they were in. But when he saved them two more times- once from a blizzard and once from a car accident –Max was convinced he could sense things. Lucifer laid his head on her tummy, looking up at her with baby eyes. Of course, he was Max's baby.
"I have the stomach flu?" She guessed, petting him. He made a snorting sound and shook his head. "I have…a virus??" Repeat actions. "Hmm…I'm nervous?" The dog did the baby eyes again. "…Baby?" She asked very quietly, looking down. Lucifer's tail wagged rapidly and Max's heart sputtered. "W-what?! No, Lucy! N-no." She paused. "Really?" The dog yipped excitedly.
Two days passed and Fang insisted that Max stay home. She was still getting sick. She even got up at midnight to throw up, randomly; obviously she didn't know he knew. He was worried. But maybe she just had the flu. For some reason, she stayed close to the dog, who didn't let their neighbors or guests near her.
"Max! I have to work late, so I'll see you in the morning! I love you!"
"Love you, too…" Plopsh, flush… She was throwing up again. "I'm okay!" She called, groaning. Lucifer jumped up from his dog bed, licked Fang's hand, and trotted quickly into the bathroom.
When Fang left, Max crawled out of the bathroom and dialed the only person she could think of. The only boy she could look at as a big brother. Iggy, who would have to tell Gazzy and Tally some thing. The phone rang twice before Iggy answered.
"Hello?"
"Iggy? It's Max, and I need your help." Sh said, knowing her voice sounded weak.
"Why? What's wrong, Max?" He asked urgently, something jingling in the background; he was already heading out the door.
"I'm asking you- my 'big' brother- to come here to help me. I'll explain later." Max said, hanging up.
Two hours later, Iggy arrived by cab, rushing up the stairs and into Max's house. He was panting and stressed. Lucifer started growling at him.
"It's okay boy. He's my brother." Max said with a queasy look on her face.
"What's wrong Max?" Iggy asked. She got up and helped him sit in a chair.
"Iggy…I think…I-" Lucifer cut her off with a bark. "Lucy and I think that I may be possibly…may be…uh…ahpreglsdlnt." She whispered incoherently.
"What?" Iggy asked, guessing at what he'd just heard.
"Yeah…we think I'm pregnant. I don't know what to do. Well, I mean, I'm going to a clinic to find out, but I want you to come with me." She said in a rush.
"Okay…okay, yeah. Let's go. Right…" Iggy muttered. She could tell he was shocked. Oh well. Max grabbed a hair scrunchie and opened the door, leading Iggy to the roof.
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