Hello peoples! I read 'Of the Sun and Moon' and I don't think that it's so much like my story. I mean, is Max, the bird-kid Max, a werewolf? NO! Is Fang a vampire? NO! They fall in love yes, but they aren't forbidden. There is a half werewolf that is being chased by vampires and the other werewolves and bird-kids are trying to protect her, or they will take over the world. I mean, the only thing that's the same is that there are werewolves and vampires in the story. It's a completely different plot!
Still, sorry to maximumrain3 if this is a lot like your story. I don't want it to be similar to any story. This is only the third chapter, so there isn't a lot going on and I promise that more events and action will come. There will be at least thirty chapters of this story, so a lot hasn't happened since this is the third chapter.
Disclaimer: I really have to do this? Fine. I do not own Maximum Ride or any other character from MR.
Claimer: I do own Lucas, Wolf-Max and Sarah! Mine mine mine mine mine mine mine!
Sarah POV:
I'd say I've been through a lot in the past two days. And I have.
Watching my family die right before my eyes; learning that my sister isn't really my sister, but is really my Guardian that's a werewolf; learning that those things that killed my family are vampires; learning that I'm half werewolf; and meeting six kids that have wings. Yep, I think that's qualified as a lot in the past two days. And now, I'm going to learn how to kill vampires. By my sister.
My life officially deserves to be on a reality TV show.
"Sarah, come stand by me," Lucas ordered. The bird-kids were standing in their positions, ready for learning. Me personally?—I don't think that learning how to kill is all that great. But the bird-kids think that this is the most awesome thing in the world.
Max, my Guardian, held out her hand to Lucas and he dropped a leather rod in it. It was as long as her forearm and it was all leather. What is that? I thought.
"This is a weapon called Irisia. It is used against vampires," Max said. "And werewolves."
"Wait," the other Max said. "And werewolves?" My Max nodded. Gosh, this is confusing, saying the other Max and Max. How about I say Wolf-Max for my sister and Bird-Max for, well, the Bird-Max? Yep, that way it's not so confusing.
Wolf-Max brushed her thumb on this swirling pattern on the leather. "This is called a rune," she explained to all of our confused faces. The rune glowed a bright yellow and, get this, metal grew out of the sides, making the whole rod as long as Wolf-Max. Okay, didn't see that coming.
"How is it lethal to werewolves?" Iggy asked. I think I have a crush on him. Well, he is my best friend here. We just think alike and have so much in common. He's really funny. If only Wolf-Max was that funny. He isn't hard on the eyes either with his strawberry-blond hair sticking up all over the place. His eyes are a startling blue, even though they are a little foggy. He was unnaturally tall, but I liked that. He was way taller than Bird-Max and a couple inches taller than Fang. Lucky birds.
I was only 5'4" and Wolf-Max was 5'7". Lucky wolf. Lucas was as tall as Fang, 6'3", but he was a little more muscular than him. Since my sister failed to describe us, I will do it for you.
Wolf-Max was tall, had olive skin and dark brown eyes that looked almost black. She had high cheekbones. She was tall, but didn't look it. She was very pretty unlike me and she had lots of muscle. Her hair was so dark, it was almost black and she always had an emotionless mask. I've only ever seen her smile when she was super happy and I've only ever seen her show pain yesterday when she broke four ribs and had a bruise the size of a football. But she wasn't crying like I would have, she was only grimacing. That girl has the strength of ten men! Okay, maybe not, but she is really strong.
I was a lot shorter than everybody here except Angel. She was a couple inches shorter than me. Gazzy was the same height as me. I was wearing blue jean shorts and a white shirt that was so dirty, it should be officially brown. I was wearing Converse high tops and a pink bracelet on my left wrist, I also wore a necklace. It was a purple heart, but it had this foggy white stuff in it that moved. It's not battery powered or anything, so I have no idea how it does that. Wolf-Max told me to take great care of it because it was so fragile. I don't know about that, but I will take great care of it.
Wolf-Max always wore cargo shorts or cargo pants and a black shirt with black skater shoes; I don't know the brand of the shoes. I'm also pretty sure that she doesn't either since she doesn't have a fashion bone in her body.
I had fair skin and hazel eyes. I had a round face and I was a little curvier than Wolf-Max. My hair was light brown, almost dirty blond and I always showed my emotions, no matter how much I tried to hide them.
"This is pure silver," Wolf-Max answered Iggy's question. "Some of the stereotypes are true, but not all. Silver does harm a werewolf. If we touch it, then we burn. It causes immense pain and it is easily the best tool to torture us."
"Have you been tortured by it?" Gazzy asked.
"Gazzy!" Max warned.
"Sorry Max, I just wanted to know," he mumbled, looking down. I glanced at Wolf-Max who was as emotionless as ever. Why does she hide what she's feeling all the time?
"It's okay," Wolf-Max said. "Gaz, that is something I don't want to talk about, but if you really want to know, yes, I was tortured by silver." My eyes widened. What? How was Wolf-Max tortured by silver? I would have known, she was living with me as my sister.
I set my mind back, thinking about all the times she's been gone longer than a week. Oh, this one time she was gone for two weeks straight. Maybe she was tortured then? She and my parents said that she was at a friend's house. It did seem suspicious that she was gone that long, but I believed them anyways.
"You lied," I said. Wolf-Max looked startled. Or, as startled as you can get while being emotionless.
"What?" she said.
"You lied to me!" I yelled. I don't know why, but this really bothered me. Max doesn't lie. She might not tell the truth, but she doesn't lie. "You said you were at a friends' house, but you weren't, were you?"
I saw realization in her eyes. "Sarah," she sighed. But I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to be near my sister right now. She lied to me. She lied; how many times has she lied to me before?
I clenched my fists and glared at her. What's worse, she didn't even flinch. I walked up to her, got in her face. She still didn't move a muscle in her face. Why does she have no emotions? I mean, come on! I want to see her cringe away from me, show me she's sorry without words.
"You lied," I hissed. "You never lie, but I don't know that do I? How many times have you lied to me before? You said you were at a friends' house, but where were you really? What have you been doing?" She started to talk, but I cut over her. "I don't want to hear it! If you didn't want to, you wouldn't have lied to me in the first place!" I yelled in her face. My nose was an inch away from hers', even though I was a few inches shorter than her.
I backed off and turned away, not showing her the tears threatening to spill over in my eyes. I ran into the forest surrounding the lake. "Sarah!" I heard her yell. But I wasn't coming back anytime soon. I don't want her to see me like this. I burst through a clearing and I plopped down by a tree, letting the tears spill over. Why did she lie to me?
I stayed there for a couple minutes, just letting the tears come. After I was done crying and I composed myself, I heard footsteps coming my way. It was probably Max, but I didn't want to talk to her.
"Go away, Max," I said, my voice weak.
"Who's Max?" I heard. The words were hissed. Eyes wide, I turned my head to see a man standing there. He was extremely pale, almost translucent, and his eyes were a blood red. He was smiling, but it wasn't with humor. There was another man behind him and a girl flanking him. They were both pale and red eyed also.
I had a feeling I knew who they were. And I didn't like it one bit.
"Sarah!" I yelled after her retreating figure. I started forward, but Luke held me back. "Let me go, Lucas!" I only said Luke's full name when I was mad at him, or extremely happy.
"Only if you let her go. She doesn't want to be near anyone right now. You lied to her, so she wants to be alone and think about some things. Let her think," he said.
"But it's dark out!" I countered. "I can't let her out of my sight, Luke! You know that! So let me go!"
"No," he said. He said it calmly, but firmly. He still didn't let me go.
"She could be in danger. You know that it is my duty to protect her, even if it means taking my own life! Luke, please, let me go," I said. I never beg, but this is an extreme and extreme problems call for extreme measures.
He still didn't let me go and I started struggling. Bird-Max and Fang exchanged glances. Iggy was 'looking' at us and the other three were just watching this play out.
Something was wrong. Something was dreadfully wrong. I could feel it.
"Luke," I said. The tone of my voice let him know that this wasn't all fun in games. "Something's wrong," I said quietly, all senses alert.
"She's right," Bird-Max said. "I can feel it."
Just then, there was a scream. Sarah's scream.
I broke free of Luke and raced toward the sound of the scream. I jumped and phased at the same time, my clothes ripping away from my body. If I phase slowly, my clothes absorb into my skin, that way I won't be naked if I phase back to human. But if I phase straight away, my clothes don't have enough time to get absorbed, so they rip and fall away from my body as a wolf.
"Max!" I heard. But I ignored Luke. Right now, I had to get Sarah.
I ran through the woods, reaching Sarah in only a few seconds. I slid to a stop in front of her protectively, growling at the three Vamps. They were hissing, crouched in fighting stances.
"Oh, looky," the first one said. "A big, bad doggy comes to the rescue." He was taunting me and I wasn't letting it get to me. If I let it get to me, I'll be rash and unthinking. I'll just jump in and get hurt, most likely getting Sarah hurt as well. So, I waited for backup.
And soon enough—only a few seconds—Luke was there beside me, growling at the Vamps. The bird-kids were there also, landing behind them. The Vamps were trapped.
The front one—the leader, I'm assuming—was looking around him, hissing. He glared at me, but I didn't even flinch. When he glanced at Sarah, I bared my teeth and took a step forward. No-one will touch her if I can help it.
The Vamp looked back at me again and hissed, "We'll be back." He and the other two ran into the woods on both sides. I followed them and made sure that they were really gone. I didn't want them coming back. Also, I took the girl down as a warning. She screamed and the other two ran as fast as they could—so fast that I could barely see them, even with my increased eyesight.
I finished with the girl and made my way back to Sarah and the others. When Sarah saw the blood on my snout, she blanched. Well, whoopty-freaking-do. I just saved your life; the least you can do is thank me.
I heard Lucas huff out a laugh and rounded on him. He was the one that didn't let me go so I could get her! What is he laughing about? I growled and took a step forward as a warning. He shut up. Good.
I glared at him, then turned my gaze to Sarah. I glared at her, too. And I huffed and I puffed and I blew her down. Okay, maybe not, but I wanted to. I huffed and turned to Bird-Max.
I bowed to her in a thanks. She nodded her head, no problem. Okay, I think that we will get along great. Hm, I wonder if Fang really is my brother? That would be cool. I mean, I found my long lost brother who I was forced to think was dead. And the best part? He could fly! I mean, I turn into a giant-freaking-wolf! I don't have the cool stuff. He can fly! He has the whole sky as a domain! All I have is the ground! I can't even swim and three-fourths of the Earth was made of water! Okay, I'm done ranting.
Maybe he could take me for a fly one day? Okay, I won't get my hopes up, but maybe. If he really was my brother. Oo, do we have twin telepathy? I don't think so. Maybe.
Hm, let me try real fast.
Fang? I thought. Luke jumped, and glanced at me. I could just see his eyebrow rise. Fang jumped also. I smiled. Yes! We are brother and sister!
"What?" he questioned, doing a 360. Bird-Max stared at him. He furrowed his eyebrow and glanced at Bird-Max. He shrugged.
Faaaang, I thought. Luke was silently laughing when he found out what I was doing. Angel was giggling and the others were glancing at her and then at Fang. I could just imagine what was going through their heads. What the h-e-double-hockey-sticks is going on?
Angel? Is that you? I heard him think. Oh, this is gonna be good.
No, Fang. This is your conscience. I thought to him. Luke was on the ground and rolling around laughing, even though it came out as a bunch of huffs. Angel was full out laughing. She was laughing so hard that she had to lean on me. I was huffing—laughing—a little also. It was too funny.
What? He thought. Well, if you're my conscience, why are the wolves and Angel laughing?
I can't answer that for you. I'm not their conscience. Also, you talk a lot more in your head, I thought as an after thought. Tell me that sentence does not sound weird.
I watched his expression carefully. His eyebrows were raised slightly and his lips parted a little. Angel laughed again, this time a lot harder than before. Luke also. God, this was just too funny. I couldn't help it, I broke. I laughed—huffed—so hard that I collapsed. Angel fell down on top of me but I didn't care, I was having the time of my life.
Sarah and the others were glaring at us, out of the loop. Well, I was laughing too hard to care. Too bad for them. They don't get to know what's so funny.
What? Of course I do. I'm not an air head. Fang thought. We laughed even harder. Oh, God.
Yes you are Fang. If you weren't, you would have already gotten together with Max. You know you want to. She does, too. You have to do some convincing though. I thought. We were still laughing, but we were getting under control. I could almost stand up—on shaky legs, mind you.
Wait—I thought you didn't know what other people were thinking? God, do I have a Voice in my head like Max? He thought. Angel laughed again, but I was just confused. So was Luke.
Max has a Voice? I thought I was the only Voice there! I thought to him, just going along with what he said. I mean, is Max crazy or something?
Speaking of Max, her eyes were glazed, like she was talking to someone in her head. Okay, so maybe she does have a Voice. But it's still crazy.
What? Fang thought. On the outside, he seemed non-challant. (I've got know idea if that's how you spell it. On SpellCheck, it says its spelled wrong.) But on the inside, he was freaking out. Now I know how awesome Angel's power is.
It is pretty sweet, huh, Max? Angel thought to me. I nodded.
Fang, I am your Voice. But, I thought that I was the only Voice there was. Aw, poo. I thought. Luke and Angel cracked up again. It was just way too funny for them. See, I could control my emotions, unlike some people.
But I thought that Max's Voice didn't show emotion or anything. She couldn't even tell if it was a boy, a girl, or a machine!
Jeez, get a grip! Do you want me to show no emotion? I can and I will if you want me too. But I don't think you want another no-emotions person like you and your sister. Two is two too many. I thought. I couldn't help it, I laughed again. So did Angel and Lucas.
Wait, so she is my sister? Fang thought, incredulous.
Yep, birdy Max is your sister, I thought sarcastically. I huffed a laugh again as tears started to form in my eyes. I haven't laughed this much since, well, ever!
Hardy-har-har, Fang thought back. You're so funny! But seriously, is the wolf Max my sister?
Yes, you ding-dong! I thought, annoyed.
God, you are annoying. Now I know how Max feels. Fang thought, rolling his eyes. Max glanced at him, questioning.
"Now I know how you feel Max," he said. Max's eyebrows furrowed, still questioning. "I've got a Voice now, too." Max looked thoroughly confused.
"What do you mean? You've got a Voice? Or you've got the Voice?" she asked.
"I've got a Voice. And it shows emotion. And it's a girl. And it's way annoying. I'm just glad it doesn't talk about fashion," he said. Wow, this is the most I've heard him talk ever. Way to go, dude.
I can talk about fashion if you want, I thought to him. Luke laughed and Angel giggled. We had finally calmed down after our little escapade. But it was still funny.
"No!" Fang yelled. His eyes were widened slightly and a look of uncomprehending horror took over his face. Well, it did if you could read him. And since I could read my own face, I'm pretty sure I can read his. And I'm good with body language, so yeah.
Max jumped, startled. I doubt she's ever heard him yell out in her life. "Fang, what is it?" she asked, concerned, doing a 360. "Maybe we should go back to the shore."
The Flock and Luke nodded, so we headed back. When we were back, Luke phased back to human. He glanced at me. "Max, aren't you going to phase back?" he asked me. I shook my head. "Why not?"
I phased too fast, so my clothes ripped. You know that if I phased back I'd be naked. I said to him. His eyes widened in realization and he grinned wickedly. Oh, God, no. Don't even think about it!
"But why not?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. He wanted me to phase back with no clothes.
SEXIST PIG! I yelled through my head. He and Fang flinched.
What the hell? Why am I a sexist pig, Voice? Fang thought. Okay, I think that I've had enough time to play with Fang.
Listen Fang, I thought. I'm not a Voice. I didn't even know that Max had a Voice and I didn't even know that they existed. I wasn't yelling at you, I was yelling at Lucas. That's why he flinched. I am Max, your sister. I can do this out of twin telepathy.
His eyes widened and he looked at me. I nodded my gigantic head, yes.
So, we're twins? He thought. I nodded my gigantic head again. Why did you yell at Lucas?
He wanted me to phase back. It's nothing. I didn't want him to know what Lucas was thinking.
Well, why won't you? He thought. I groaned—or as much as you can groan like a wolf.
I'll be naked, I thought simply. His nose crinkled, just barely.
Okay, he thought. Bad images.
I rolled my eyes. Come on, I'm not that ugly, am I? Well, I am his sister, so yep, it is kind of gross. I plopped down on the grass beside him and he leaned on me. You do have soft fur, Max, he thought, rubbing his hand on my fur. I seemed to smile.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Max glare at me. Uh-oh. You better tell your girlfriend that we're twins. She's giving me the stink eye.
Fang choked a little and glared at me while I grinned, my teeth barred. She is not my girlfriend!
Jeez, calm down. But, it's true that you want her to be. Don't try to deny it! I thought as he opened his mouth to argue. He closed it again and glared at me, but I could see an amused glint in his eye. Boy, I can read you like a book. I said, smiling again.
How? He thought.
Remember, I'm emotionless too. So if I know what I'm feeling, then I know what you're feeling. Plus, we're twins. Plus, I've studied body language for most of my life. I know what everybody's feeling.
Fang nodded, taking this all in. He started playing with my fur again, braiding small pieces and straightening it out again.
You're so lucky you can fly, I thought wistfully. Startled, Fang stopped what he was doing and looked at my face. I met his gaze and showed him what I was feeling.
Why? You have no idea what it cost to get these wings, he thought. I laid my head down on my front paws and closed my eyes. He continued what he was doing, his fingers sliding through my fur. What cost you for your wings? I thought.
A family, he stated without hesitation. I raised my hairy eyebrow. Okay, that sounded gross. I raised my wolfy eyebrow. There, that's better. Ten years of my life without pain and carelessness, not being scared of anything.
Well, you do have a family, I thought to him. It may not be with a mom and dad and blood relatives, but you do have a family. Max, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel. They're your family. And now, you have me and Luke and Sarah.
Yes, you were locked in a cage for the first ten years of your life, but you escaped with your family and now you don't have reason to be afraid of anything, I continued. You aren't scared of police like most people. Spiders and snakes like most people. Maybe you're scared of hospitals, but you aren't the only one. A lot of people are. You aren't alone, like I said. You have a family that loves you. You have a best friend, maybe more.
Also, I wasn't done yet. You have the sky as your domain. I'm pretty sure that you can swim and aren't limited to just the ground. You can go anywhere you want. You have the best thing anyone could have.
Freedom.
Fang had long ago stopped stroking my fur. He was staring at me as I talked, taking everything in. I was still lying down, my eyes closed. Luke had made his way over and was sitting next to Fang. He was staring at me also, his face sad. Luke put a hand on Fang's shoulder and he jumped.
"She's right, dude," Luke said. Fang glanced at me again and nodded. I stood up and nuzzled his side. He smirked and stroked my forehead.
"Thanks, sis," he whispered. I pulled away, nodded my gigantic head and turned away. Luke stood up also and made his way over.
"That was very . . ." he started, but I cut him off.
I was just stating the truth, I said. He nodded and went off in search of Sarah. I turned back to Fang. He was sitting there, staring at the dead fire that they set up last night. The first thing you might want to do, I started. He jumped, glancing at me with his eyebrows raised, Fang language meaning, "What?" You might want to tell Max that I'm your twin. He nodded, getting up and making his way to Bird-Max. She was still glaring at me. When she saw Fang coming her way, her glare softened a little, but she still glared. I saw him say three words and her eyes widened in surprise and embarrassment. Ha, good luck Fang. That is one stubborn, messed up and hard-willed girl.