Ok, im like gonna start calling these messages up here "mtmr"s(messages to my readers) since im gonna rite these like every time.

If you havent noticed, i havent rly been describing the characters. Thats because, u should already kno wat the ppl look like. If u dont, go and read the books, im not gonna waste all my time describin ppl who r already described.

Although, in this chapter im describin a person, but thats because she's a new character...

Fang POV

She was like a blank paper. She had no characteristics except that she was obviously a girl around, 11-13 years old. With another step close it seemed like another feature appeared. The closer she got, the better I could see what she looked like.

She had waist long, straight, pure white silverish hair that shimmered like her hair was just one, bright star. Her skin had the beautiful light tan color of a 2 month old fawn. The gown she wore was strapless, it flowed down her body like a silver and white river with a little bit of lace on the bottom. It looked like she just stepped off the red carpet. Except for, of course, A. we were no where near the red carpet and B. this girl didnt have the eyes of models. That innocent, preppy, and snobby look.

Her eyes looked sad, full of pity and sincerity, yet a littler amused.

"You are obsessed with my looks, while your lover dies from internal(sp?) bleeding." She said in the most beautiful voice. It sounded even more pure than Alice's.

"How did y-"

"No time for that. If we don't hurry, Max will die. Come along, Fang." How the heck did she know our names? Is she like Angel? Where did she come from? What is she?

"I said we didn't have time for questions!" She said, then turned and ran toward the meadow.

I stared after her until I remembered Max lying there bleeding on the ground, and thought how in the world we were going to save her. I was running after the girl until we reached the meadow. When we stopped, we found it empty. No flock. No vampires. No werewolves. But most of all, no Max.

I felt as if the world was just pulled out from under me.

"Relax, idiot. They went to the house. There's a doctor there, she's in okay-ish hands. I just came here to get something."

Even with a voice so perfect, she managed to sound like the devil himself.

"I dont sound that much like my brother." She muttered as she walked over to the biggest tree on the edge of the opening.

"I never said you did. What do you need to get?"

"You didn't say it, you thought it. My brother is the devil, or pretty close to it. Anyways, we need to get back-as I keep telling you- before your girlfriend dies."

"And the thing you need to have?" I promted.

"You know for a quiet guy, you sure are talkative." she replied, again sounding evil with an angel's voice.

I quickly retaliated by shutting up.

She sighed "I came to get my spirit knife. Don't ask questions. I'll explain things later. Come on, I'm done."

She turned away, in her hand was a "knife" about the size of a mini sword. As she tightened her grip around it, it seemed to glow with a white light. The light left as quickly as it came, when it left, she took off.

We ran south, until we hit another clearing with a big, fat house in the center. Any other day it would be breathtaking, but today I was too distracted by the screams of agony from Max, that came from inside the beautiful mansion.

"Idiots. You should have kept her sedated." she muttered, and although Im new to the whole supernatural powers, Im pretty sure they could hear her all the way out here.

We were in the house and standing next to Max in no time. I didn't get the chance to take in the interior of the house as we ran in. But the room was like a library, and the table Max was lying on was a desk.

But that isnt what caught my attention the most. What caught my attention was the IV stuck in Max's arm, that antiseptic smell, and the fact that she was bleeding out in a room full of vampires.