We scavenged for food in the Dumpster's before hand. While we were there, four cats walked up. There was a long haired white, a short dappled golden, a long limbed black, and a dusty brown one. They looked at us like we were idiots, and to them, we probably looked like it.

They walked right up to the doors, stood nose to nose, and glared at the brown one. She suddenly slumped down and started to meow. Loudly.

A little old lady walked out of her house.

"Oh, ma petite chou, ca va? Non? Ont vous faim?" she crooned in French. She then through the cat a bag of chicken skin. She stayed to make sure she was able to get to the food before going back inside.

All of the cats leaped over to the bag and started to eat. Dappled started to purr and rub against Dusty.

"I wish we could do that." I muttered to Fang who was standing right next to me.

He was staring oddly at the cats.

"You ok?" I asked.

Mutely, he nodded.

We ran to make it to the Church in time. All of the former group was there sitting on the group. Merrill stood and smiled. Her blonde hair looked so perfect.

"Bonjour." she greeted. We all nodded.

"I realized that you never got to meet my friends. There is Sephora -" the small brunette we met before nodded, "- and next to her is Gideon-" a tall, lanky brunet nodded his head,- " across the way is Siri-" a short brunettes with gorgeous violet eyes, waved, "-Zoey-" a blonde with the same blue eyes as our host, smiled from her spot against the cathedral, "- Mette, that blonde over there-," she gestured to a tall curly blonde who was concentrating on a piece of paper, "- Blandas,-" a tall, slightly awkward looking redhead stood and waved, his roman nose showing. "Cavan" a small brunet boy looked up and waved "- and finally, Maja." a slim girl with pitch black hair stepped forward out of the shadows, to raise her hand.

"I'm Max," I said, sounding as tactful as ever, "That is the Gasman, Angel, Iggy, Nudge, and you all appear to know Fang."

"Actually," Merrill spoke slowly, walking toward the doors, "I am the only one who knows him. He's my mate."

"Mate?" I was still speechless.

"Yes you see- "she looked around, "we best be going up,"

Well, I was tired of her and her 'good girl/mate' act. So I let out my wings with a swish. "We don't need stairs," I informed her. I was expecting the usual 'ooh's and ahh's', but they just stared at me.

She looked at them, and began to talk to them, sounding like an animal, moving her body as if to help.

"She's telling them how to do something," Fang murmured to me. I stared incredulous, "How do you know?" I asked

"She's telling them, clear as day," he replied, looking at me weirdly.

Then she said, "Like this," and she popped out her own set of wings. They were 14 feet across, and they were a golden apple saucy color, with dark specks, sprinkled around. They 'Oooo'-ed for her.

Slowly they each got their own set of wings. There was mucho crying and screaming. Then we all flew to the top of Notre Dame. Merrill and Siri both coached the others how to fly, but they all caught on quickly.

"What are you?" I snap as soon as we reached the top.

"The technical term is a humanal." Siri told me, "But we can also change into one mythological creature and have two powers."

"Really?" asked Nudge leaning forward, eagerly, "what can you change into?"

"A siren."

"What is that?" asked Gazzy, scratching his head.

"Something to stay far away from," Iggy tells him, "They eat dude's souls."

"Ah, don't tell him that, you'll make Merrill and Sephy all depressed."

"Why would they be depressed?" Nudge asked, twirling her hair, staring at the gargoyles with wide eyes.

"Well, they're our respective mermaid and nymph. They eat men's souls too," Blandas informed us.

"Hey!" cried Merrill, straightening, "Don't you lump me with mermaids,"

"But we are getting off topic. We are here to talk about Shatter Fang, are we not?"

"His name is Fang." I reply shortly.

"Sorciere," she muttered under her breathe.

"What was that?" Iggy asked testily.

"Rein."

"Fang doesn't know you." Angel notified Merrill.

"Oh, but he does sweet, and I can prove it:

Your Eyes
As We Said Our Goodbyes
Can't Get Them Out Of My Mind
And I Find I Can't Hide (From)
Your Eyes
The Ones That Took Me By Surprise
The Night You Came Into My Life
Where There's Moonlight
I See Your Eyes"

At this point Fang began to sing along, in a beautiful tenor, perfectly matching her flute-like voice.

How'd I Let You Slip Away
When I'm Longing So To Hold You
Now I'd Die For One More Day
'Cause There's Something I Should
Have Told You
Yes There's Something I Should Have
Told You

When I Looked Into Your Eyes
Why Does Distance Make Us Wise?
You Were The Song All Along
And Before The Song Dies

I Should Tell You I Should Tell You
I Have Always Loved You
You Can See It In My Eyes"

"We sang that song at our mating. Three months before he died." she so politely said.

"I don't know how I knew that."

"Oh, C'mon Fang, you know that you had some kind of life before," she looked us up and down disapprovingly, "this."

"Fang," I asked, "how does she know this?"

"I don't know…"

"Too bad Dawn isn't here to knock some sense into you. Or Emma and Ozzie," Merrill seemed increasingly frustrated.

She suddenly got a flash of inspiration smiled. It was a sad sort of smile, one that cracked in many different places, "Why don't we meet out in the country tomorrow?"

"Bu-" Nudge started to say.

"Great! You'll find us," Merrill said, "Shatter Fang will know where to go."