Hey guys!! This chapter is one of the best I've written, it is the one we have been waiting for so yeah!!!!! anywho, I know some of you already guessed Fang's secret but in this chapter Max finally learns what it is so yeah's for that!!! I already had this chapter planned a long time ago and I couldn't have doen it without you RAWR I'M A VAMPIRE, so thanks. I apologize if it isn't what you expected but I had fun writting the chapter.
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For the next couple of days all was good, for once. Fang practically lived with me, not that I complained or anything, but we spent our whole time together.
The days were calm and natural but I still felt like a storm was somehow coming. Like the time before a storm where everything seemed to be calm and okay, but deep down you knew something big was about to unfold. Well that's how I felt, wary, waiting for the storm.
I was just heading out from school, this time alone. It seemed like such a long time since I'd been alone that I had forgotten how lonely it felt. Fang had said he couldn't walk me home today, saying he had to leave school early. He didn't specify why but I didn't pry him into telling me.
It had been such a long time since I didn't go into the woods that I decided to go today. Fang had said not to take the path through the forest, but when did I ever do what people told me to do? So me being well me, ignored him and took the short way home.
Being in the forest during the day was way different than at night. During nighttime trees made a shadowy atmosphere, making the forest look dark and sinister. The forest was always much calmer during the day, the place making you feel ill at ease.
It felt like forever since I didn't welcome the smell of the trees, the singing birds, and the sound of the chirping squirrels. I had grown up with the forest; it had become a part of me. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed it until now.
Leaves made crunching sounds when I stepped on them. The trees were rustled by the wind and the way too long grass danced in the breeze. Everything smelled earthy and musky, the smell so amazing it reminding me of Fang.
I walked toward a grassy area deeper inside the forest and decided to just sit there for a while. I felt calmed here, like if I was in some faraway place. I was wishing Fang was beside me, reveling in this amazing tranquility. He always liked feeling at peace and being quiet.
Thinking of him now made me think of that cliff where we'd gone to ages ago, here in this forest. It had been the second day we had really talked, making me like him almost from the start, as cliché as that sounded.
Standing up, I made my way over to the direction of where I thought the mountain side was, feeling the sudden urge to visit the cliff.
I was hoping Fang was going to be there, looking all silent and admiring the beautiful sky. It always seemed that he was more at ease with the sky than with anybody else.
He had an amazing sense of direction when it came to guiding me through the forest, especially during nighttime, where everything was so pitch black. I didn't know what there was to him or how he could do that but nothing in this world was what I expected anymore.
Nearing the cliff I pushed my backpack off and tied my hair in a disorganized bun, preparing myself to climb to the top. I scanned the area around me searching for possible threats and when I found none, climbed my way to the top.
As usual, when I reached the top I marveled at the beautiful scenery in front of me, as breath taking as always. Being up here made me I wish I could just fly. It must feel amazing to just look at everything from a higher ground, taking every detail from up high.
I laid down on the cushioning grass and spread my arms and legs, letting the wind tug and blow at my hair. Automatically I closed my eyes and thought about how without Fang something felt missing, like the cliff became solitary without him. And even though deep down I knew something about him was off, I couldn't help but miss him.
I promised myself I wouldn't stay here very long. It wasn't that I didn't want to stay, I totally did, but the fact is sometimes what I wanted didn't always turn how I wanted it. So settling on this thought I relaxed and let my mind wander to unimportant things.
I felt myself slowly slipping into unawareness and before I knew it, I'd fallen asleep on the cliff ground.
I woke up to the feeling of something soft tickling my face, making my nose twitch. Blinking groggily I became aware of two things. One, night had settled while I had snoozed off and now you could hardly see a darn thing! Two, I couldn't climb down this damn cliff while everything was pitch black!
How would I get home now? Thanks to my brilliant idea of coming here I was now stuck! Oh man! Oh man! Calm down, Max! Think, be practical. I sat up slowly and felt something fall off my face.
Squinting my eyes, I noticed the source that woke me up turned out to be a small black feather. I picked it up and flashed it in the moonlight, stroking it lightly. The other day I had found just like it in my bed, completely black, like the ones ravens have. How it got there? No clue. Funny thing how it landed right on my face!
Chuckling to myself like a crazed person, I stood up and started feeling around slightly in order to feel the ground beneath me and not fall flat on my butt. I was a bit nervous about being in the forest, again at night but decided to deal with my problems one at a time.
My sneakers felt the cliff ground trying to find the way to climb down. I didn't notice I had neared the very edge of the cliff before I realized too late that there was no ground beneath me and that I was on the wrong side of the cliff, slipping and falling toward my death.
Everything went by so fast I didn't have time to react. I was gliding, more like spiraling toward the hard solid ground and with a devastated cry I realized I'd die, without ever kissing Fang again!
I screamed at the top of my lungs as cold air blasted my face making me choke and gag. In a pathetic attempt to save my life I flapped my arms up and down trying to fight gravity, knowing what a useless attempt it was. With a strangled cry I closed my eyes and prepared myself for impact, praying it ended rapidly.
In the next instant I felt something violently grab the back of my blouse and felt my neck collar choke me, cutting off my screams. With a strong shove, something yanked my shirt upward and the next thing I knew I was floating, being elevated upward by an unseen force.
Did I die already? Was it so fast I didn't feel it?
In a frantic moment I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at what held me. The darkness of the night didn't help my eye sight much but nobody could mistake the outline of wings in the dark. Nobody could mistake those wings, the black feathers that seemed to be everywhere these days.
I screamed so loud the thing holding me dropped me and then I was falling again, dropping like a rock, this time backward. The winged being turned above me and I could make out the outline of a silhouette, a too familiar silhouette, a silhouette I had memorized in the past weeks. The reason I had come out here in the first place.
No!!! My mind screamed. This is not real, this can't be happening!
He grabbed my shirt with one of his hands and covered my mouth with his other hand, silencing my frantic screams with the motion. I didn't take that too lightly though so I bit his hand hard, feeling hysterical, resuming my screams.
"What the hell! Do you want to die?! Stay put!" He shouted over my shrieks, and his voice made me realize I wasn't dreaming, as much as I wanted to believe this was a dream, a horrible nightmare in which he had wings, I know it isn't.
This just made me scream higher and I wrestled with him in the sky, trying to get as far away from him as possible. I didn't want to believe it, couldn't make sense of what was happening.
What the hell was he?
"Get the fuck away, you're not real!" I screamed at him, tears of anguish pooling my eyes.
He ignores my shouts and grabs me by the waist, turning me around in the sky, making me face the ground before me and pinning my flaying arms together. I stop screaming, knowing that it really is no use, the bastard won't let me go.
We reach the side of the cliff, our cliff and my stomach churned at the thought. He lowered me to the ground and when I finally landed I sprinted as far away from him as possible. When I had a good space between us I finally looked at him, all of him.
Standing a few feet away from me was the angel of death himself. Beautiful black hair, dark clothes that contrasted his olive toned skin and the same eyes that captivated me. The most beautiful eyes I'd seen, eyes that were unreadable, unapproachable.
But worst than his eyes I could see his…wings. His Black and astonishing wings emerged from his back and stretched on either side of him. His feathers were ruffled by the wind, dark as the night. His wings the color of his eyes and soft looking, like a ravens were.
He looked like a fallen angel, something out of this planet and I had the sudden urge to touch his wings, to caress his feathers lightly and to curl up beside him letting the warmth of his skin, tingle mine. I angrily pushed those thoughts away and took steps farther away from him.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I couldn't believe he had hid something so important from me. I told him everything. He knew everything about me and I trusted him dearly, but I found out the worst possible way about his secret and in a passing thought I asked myself if he was ever going to really tell me.
My head started to spin and I slowly fell to the ground, sitting with my knees against my chest. I did what any other messed up person would do in my situation, I cried. I cried silent tears over a guy who I never thought could lie in such away about his life, over a guy who didn't possibly care of hurting me in the process. He was never the guy I thought he was.
Fang started making his way over to me, I could see he was torn and I knew he wanted to come to me, but I couldn't handle his act right now.
"Stay the hell away from me." My voice sounded louder than I expected, startling both of us.
He paused mid-step but shook his head and came closer to me anyway, ignoring my warning. His eyes begged with mine, but I looked away, not wanting to look at his eyes right now. He was inches away from me and when his hand made contact with my cheek I cringed visibly and a slight tear escaped my eye.
"Don't touch me…" I whispered brokenly.
He watched me for aclong, painful second. His eyes darker than usual and his face impassive. The next thing I knew he forcefully pulled me up and made me sit in his lap, not caring of my cries of protest or the way I fought him for a while. I finally I gave up and started weeping on his shirt. Feeling bad about how even though right now the least I wanted to do was be near him, It felt good to be with him.
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