Max is gone. They got her. My usual emotionless mask crumples in pain. I can't do this without her. For us, when you mate once, you don't mate with anyone else again. They take a part of you forever. They are you forever. How ever long our forever is going to be. But my forever can't go on without Max.

"Come on Mate, lets get you inside." Ig says, pulling me up. Putting my arms around his shoulder I lean my weight on him. He knows how I feel, since Nudge was taken once. They have err… mated, as we go into heat every once in a while. Just like birds.

Walking into the torn up lounge room I slump against the couch Ig pushed me on. Tears don't fall, for I pretty much can't remember how. Max has cried a total of seven times since she was a baby. As a baby we cried but no one cared. As a toddler you learnt never to cry, because you would get punished. Well, Max has cried seven times, and I have cried about once or twice at most. A tear for when we couldn't find Gaz and the first time we lost the babies; but hardly more then that. Crying gets you nowhere.

A hand goes into mine and I look at the miserable Angel, she doesn't cry either, except for a single tear, which she wipes away. Gaz sits next to her and Nudge and Ig slump onto the love seat holding each other. The Cullen's, and as Max likes to call them, the pack, walk in and all sit down.

The pack looks like they had a few breaks and the cuts have mended. The Cullen's have a touch of blood, most likely from the erasers, and this or that that would have broken. They look as bad as the flock, but the flock doesn't feel pain. "Report." I bark out with a distressed voice.

"Scratches." Check for Total.

"Arm's out of place." Check for Nudge. I watch as Ig lovingly and carefully fixes her arm. Angel hops up and gives her hand to Ig. He starts placing the bones. That's usual, getting a broken hand. I have a feeling I broke my wrist but I am numb to it.

"All better." Angel sighs out and plops back down to me a little beat up but fine. Gaz snaps his finger and easily places it back.

"Scratches and bruises." He nods, gives a sniff then straightens up with a hard face.

"I'm fine, give me your wrist." Ig gestures to the purple wrist and I place it in his out stretched hand. Now what? This is really Max's thing to do. Be the leader and my heart.

"Why are you feeling like that?" Jasper asks with an overly confused face. Just to tell all who don't know, he can feel and manipulate emotions, just like Nudge. I don't answer and instead think. What do we need? Food is the obvious one. Water and supplies for Ig and Gaz. As much as Max doesn't like to admit it, the bombs come in handy.

"His mate just got taken. Why don't you guess." Ig nearly shouts out in frustration as he finishes my wrist. Placing it in my lap I look up.

"You have two options." I start in a monotone voice, but dead serious. "One; we grab our stuff, leave and you never talk about us or two; you help us out." They all look a touch startled as Carlisle, without a word, starts mending broken bones, fascinated at the broken bones on the vampires. Doctor and scientist; all the same.

"We will help." Esme says and Sam just nods. Vampires and werewolves. How can we get them to help? Strength is a plus with the vampires. Werewolves look like erasers so that works well. God I need Max.

"I guess I will have to explain everything first won't I." I give a dark chuckle my heart squeezing tight. Making sure my mind is thururly shut off from Angel, I think back to when I first met Max and Ig.

Flashback

The slamming of a cage resounded around the nearly empty room. The last white coat walked out and turned off the lights. They always say good night to each other. Wonder what night is. I can't ask questions because that's bad. If you do something bad it hurts.

A whimper came from my left. I got moved today, to a new cage. They said that I am three, so I get a new cage. Well they just said I was too big. Looking to my left I see blonde hair and tan wings. Wings! The person is like me! Sitting up slightly I see that the person is a girl.

"Hi." I timidly say. You don't talk much here, because it's bad. Don't do bad things around the white coats. The girl turns her head and I see wide brown eyes. People with wings always have wide eyes and are really skinny. It might only be me, but I am always hungry. Wish we got more food.

"Hi." She whispers and winces slightly. She leans back against the back of the cage tired, but alert. "Your… name?" She asks in stilted words. Name… I don't think I have one. Looking closely and through the dark I see bruises and blood. Gazing around the room with heaps of cages someone across the small room catches my attention. The boy has wings too! And is staring at us with a timid smile. I give one back.

"Hi." He whispers. They are all about my age, which I can only be happy about. Happy. Weird thing to feel in a place like this. You can't feel anything except for pain usually. "White coats… call me… ex-exp-experiment three." They call me… Oh yeah!

"I called… exper-experiment two!" I beam at the words I can say. First time I have talked in ages. Not many experiments can talk. Some don't have brains that allow them to. The white coats said. Looking over at the pretty blonde girl she gives a small smile which light up her eyes. Pretty.

"I'm experiment ummm…" She holds up one finger and bites her lip.

"One."

End Flashback

"My name is Experiment two, but you can call me Fang."

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Thought that would be a great place to leave it. Reviews? Got this one posted faster, because i realized you couldnt review the other chapter. Oh well. Ummm... if i get enough reviews in the next hour or two, i will post the next chapter. It is all up to you, for i have officially finished the story.