Ok, since you guys reviewed quickly, I'm going to try to update this as fast as I can….

Evangeline's POV

I woke up strangely warm. I felt like that moment where you're still asleep, but you also are awake. The wind picked up and without thinking I buried my head in whatever was keeping me warm. It was really warm, like fever warm. And smelled nice and woodsy…wait a second, pillows aren't supposed to have fevers or smell woodsy….

I hesitantly peaked open one eye, only to find myself securely in Zane's arms, in some forest.

"Zane?" My voice cracked so I cleared my throat.

"Yea?" He looked down at me, not slowing his running pace though.

"Where the heck are we?" We were going so fast my eyes had started to water. "And why are we going to fast?"

"Umm….not sure about the first, unwilling to answer the second." He avoided eye contact with me.

"Excuse me?"

"Kinda…personal." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at this.

"Zane, hate to break it to ya, but I've been in your personal stuff your whole life. Not likely to stop now, am I?"

"My point exactly." His voice sounded gruff, different than usual.

"What? You're not making any sense…" I trailed off, seeing the glazed over look in his eyes. "Zane? Listen to me. I am here, in the middle of the freaking woods with you, I have no clue how I got here, I don't know where my twin is, and you say it's personal."

He only grunted in acknowledgement.

"Face it, if it's personal to you, it's personal to me. So therefore it's not personal anymore." I reasoned.

"Now that makes no sense." Zane snorted.

"Course it does. Now tell me how we're getting home."
By home I meant my house, and he knew it.

"We're there." He said in a 'duh' voice.

"Oh. How'd we get here?" I am horribly confused.

"I have no idea."

"I think you can put me down now." I said quietly, my face already flushing red.

"Yeah, right, I was just gonna…." He trailed off as I slid down from his…muscular…arms.

"Yup. Well that was sufficiently awkward." I walked through the already shattered sliding door. I felt more than saw Zane follow me, staying close to my heels.

"We should look for Talon." I mused aloud.

"Duh." Way to make me feel dumb Zane.

We started calling through our house, looking under beds and in closets. We had just made it to the living room when I heard noise coming from in the fireplace.

"Zane?" I hesitantly called out.

"Yea Evangeline?" He called back from the connecting kitchen.

Ashes started falling down from the chimney onto the carpet.

"Zane!"

"What?"

Whole chunks of ash were falling down now.

Zane came out of the kitchen to stand behind me.

"What is it now, did you find a mous-" He cut off, staring at the fireplace. His eyebrows came together in confusion, as they often did when he did math homework.

"What the-?" Suddenly a foot appeared. A foot?

"Zane!" I screeched, terrified the wolf things had come back for us.

Zane stepped in front of me protectively, just like he did before.

The rest of the body attached to the mysterious foot came down, so covered in ash it was hard to tell what color skin they had.

The stranger coughed and then realized we were there, staring wide eyed at him.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Zane growled, stepping completely in front of me.

But I saw the shine in those eyes, the eyes that matched mine perfectly. I stepped up beside Zane, and squinted at the stranger. He was looking at the fireplace.

"I knew it was a good thing to have that opened up a few years ago…" He thought aloud before turning to us. I saw his eyes turn from thoughtful to confused as he made eye contact with me. I held his gaze, not flinching at all. He broke out in a grin.

"I always knew you could glare like your daddy." He said before I barreled into him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Daddy?" I whispered, not wanting to get my hopes up.

He nodded, running his hand through my hair, which matched his in color.

"You know you could have used the front door." A familiar voice came from behind us. I swirled around to look at our fourth visitor of the day.

"Mom?" I whispered, knowing she would hear. She nodded before wrapping her arms around me.

"So Uncle Fang, why didn't you use the front door?" Zane mused, looking confused.

"Using the door is so…boring. The chimney is more Men in Black. Which fits me perfectly…" I laughed, wiping tears away from my eyes.

Mom's eyes narrowed. "Where's Talon?" She asked.

A long silence followed that. Zane placed his hand in mine.

I shook my head. "I don't know."

"I just don't know."

Hi! Ok, before you say I'm completely random, I got the whole chimney idea from my four year old neighbor who is scared to death Santa's going to come down the chimney and murder him. Normal four year olds aren't supposed to think like that, are they? Anyways, I'm leaving tomorrow morning, so if I don't respond to your reviews or don't review YOUR stories, I will eventually. I'm expecting a full inbox when I get back peeps!