"Wait wait wait. 'Aunt Sandra'? I thought the Sutton bloodline was killed off other than you too!" Iggy said, looking back and forth between the two siblings. Angel sighed.

"Our bloodline was killed. Except for Sandra," she explained.

"Why?" asked Nudge.

"First, you have to understand Sandra is really old," Angel started.

"Uh, how old would that be?"

"Er… 476? Give or take fifty years?" Gazzy said, looking a Angel to confirm his answer. She nodded.

"I though only Elders were immortal-ish!" Nudge exclaimed.

"They are. But only because the have one drop of angel-blood. Sandra, however, is half angel. Or really, half fallen angel. It was a really long time ago, and from what I've heard, she was disowned from our family for having strange abilities. At first they thought she was a witch, because of the reading minds stuff and basically see into the future, but then they just didn't care and sent her away. They did the same to our many-greats grandfather who could mimic noises as a child and voices as an adult, only he was actually a Chosen Child instead of a half-breed angel. We might actually have more Suttons out there that we don't know about."

There was a silence that went on for what seemed like hours. Until Gazzy broke it saying, "Well, in all honestly, it was her mother's fault for cheating on her husband with a freaking fallen angel," with a complete straight face. Angel stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter, followed by Gasman, then Nudge, then Iggy.

Wiping the tears that had fallen from laughing so hard it made her sides ache, Angel stood up and cleared her throat.

"I seriously need a nap, so people, get out. Now. Don't even start Nudge, we'll talk later," she said, pushing them out of her room and closing the door, before falling onto her bed face first.

"Mom I'm home!" Max called out, bursting through the front door.

"Mom? Ella? Where are you guys!" Max walked to the kitchen, expecting her mother cooking and Ella talking about her day, not noticing Max was home from detention. She had gotten detention earlier that day because she had gotten into a full on fist fight with one of Fang's followers. She had broken his nose and cut up and bruised her hand, though no one seemed to noticed the bloody bandages covering her right hand.

"Mom?" Max said, looking around the room. No one. Maybe she went out with Ella, she thought. Shrugging, Max walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch, grabbing the remote and started to flick through channels.

About twenty minutes into NCIS- Ducky was being held hostage by a guy who popped out of body bag with gun and was told to get Abby to bring him the evidence from earlier to autopsy- Max heard the front door open and slam shut.

"About time you guys got home!" she called out, standing up and heading over to greet them.

"You know, I was starting to get worried I'd have to microwave something to eat," Max said, walking to the front door. She looked up and saw a boy around her age, a large, bulky, and muscular build, with spiky hair and deep brown eyes. Max narrowed her eyes at him.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?" she growled at him. He said nothing.

"Not talkin' huh? Guess I'll just have to make you," Max lifted her leg to kick the guy where it counts-hey she fought dirty-only to have him grab her ankle and twist forcefully, causing her to spin and fall with the back of her head hitting to the ground with a loud crack. Pain exploded in her skull as Max fought to stay in consciousness. Great, I definitely have a concussion.

Black crept in around her eyes. Decided to stop fighting it, Max welcomed the darkness fogging her brain.

But before she was fully, Max heard the guy speak.

"I'm sorry Maximum. I can't let you be Dad's favorite. Not anymore."