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Chapter 5

It has been exactly twelve years since I had last seen Fang. Death had told me, all those years ago, that Fang would come
back. I never believed her, though. It seemed too good to be true. Besides, even if he did come back, would he be a fifteen
year old boy, or a twenty-seven year old man? The risks were too high to hope, and so I never did. It was too unbearable, anyway…

Now I'm living on my own, in an apartment in Chicago. I have a decent job as a waitress, getting a bit more than minimum wage, just 'cause my boss likes me. A lot. He's asked me out more times than I can count on my fingers and toes…and maybe even feathers…

For the rest of the Flock?

Iggy has a nice life. He's going to college in Maine to become a lawyer. Who would of thought? I don't really talk to him all that much. He's too busy with all of his studies and stuff. I am so proud of him.

Nudge is a recording music artist. She changed her name to Krystal, and already has three hit singles, and two CDs out. She talks to me a lot, mainly about how she got to meet all these awesome bands and singers like Fall Out Boy, Nickelback, Buckberry, Good Charlotte, Carrie Underwood, Chris Brown, Kelly Clarkson, and so many more. I get a bit jealous of her, but I am proud of her, too.

The Gasman…well…I don't want to talk about him, much. But I will, for you. He became depressed ever since we truly realized that Fang wasn't coming back. Once, he tried to commit suicide, so I got him help. I haven't talked to him since then, but his psychiatrist told me he was doing much better. I just hope that I will get to see him, again, and that he will be at least a bit more happy.

And Angel? She's in her last year of high school. I'm proud of her the most. She decided to go to a school in Chicago, and she lives in the apartment across the hall from me. Angel said she wants to pursue a career of being a doctor. She already has a job offer. Like I said, I'm proud of her, and I would want nothing less for her. She has come so far from that little baby being able to read minds in the School.

You're probably wondering how we manage to hide our wings, or if we still have wings at all. Well, let me tell you, we do. It hasn't been easy, but we manage to conceal them pretty well, especially Nudge. Nobody has even made a comment about her back looking just a little bulky.

So now I'm sitting on my beat-up old couch, telling you this because I really did believe that Fang was coming back. Every day, I would wake up and look out my window for him. And every night, I would do the same thing. I never saw him. The twelve years have gone by, today is the last possible day for Fang to show up, and I know he won't. It's 11:52, for God's sake! All of my hope has expired over the twelve years, and I don't have enough left for eight more minutes.

There was a knock on the door. I went to answer it, thinking it was Angel, realizing that Fang has never come back.

Instead of a sweet, eighteen-year old teenage girl, a twenty-some guy stood at my door, looking down, with his long, uncombed black hair hanging in front of his face like a curtain. His clothes were ragged and torn, he had dried blood stained on his shirt and ash on his face, the smell of death lingering on him, and I could tell he hadn't showered in a long time.

He looked up at me, his attractive amber eyes lingering on mine. "Max," he breathed.

"What do you want?" I asked coolly, staring him down in suspision. I didn't get my hopes up, even though this guy clearly resembled the Fang that I remembered from the time that I last saw his ghost.

"Max... I came back for you, like Death said I would. It was a long, hard, twelve years, but I made it. I'm here."

It was him.

"Fang?" I asked. I don't know why I should have doubted his appearance, before. This was him.

The long, unruly hair, the way his lips were tight and thin, and his eyes. The eyes stood out the most. Death's eyes. Fang had come back to me. To us.

"I love you, Max. I went through hell for you, and I'm not leaving you again." Fang held me in a tight embrace, and I leaned onto his rock-hard chest, never wanting to let go.

"I love you too, Fang." After waiting twelve long years, I leaned in and kissed him in the most fervent kiss I've ever experienced. It was beautiful. It was everything that I have ever wanted. It seemed to last twelve…long…years…