Fang's POV

The Cullen's had taken us back to their house. And let me tell you, it was huge. Not as huge as the house we had built about a year ago for us and Mom, but still pretty big. We were currently sitting in the back yard on what Max called 'fancy shmancy outdoor furniture'.

Jacob and Renesmee kept their distance thankfully, but I still noticed them staring at me when they thought I wasn't looking. Creepy much?

"So…you now know our story." Carlisle said once he finished explaining the whole 'vampire thing'. "It's time for us to know yours." Apparently he thought he was in charge.

Max gave me a 'can-you-believe-this-guy?' look and turned back to him. "Look, Vlad. You may be used to being in charge of your little cult here, but we don't follow directions. If we want to tell you our past, we will do it when we feel like it. Not the other way around."

Jacob stood. "I think we deserve to know where our son has been for the last seventeen years. He is our family."

Max stood and looked Mr. Werewolf Guy in the eye. "We have been to hell and back, Wolfy. My Flock and I know as well as anyone that blood does not make a family. Love does."

Renesmee blinked. She looked at me with eyes full of sadness before turning to Max. "You think we don't love him?"

Iggy snorted. "You don't even know him."

Edward put a hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Maybe you should let him speak for himself. I, for one, would like to hear Nick's view on things."

They all looked at me. I was laying horizontally across one of the couches with my arms folded behind my neck. Closing my eyes, I shook my head. "Nah, I'm good."

While none of the Flock were surprised at my vagueness, my eyes opened to see eight shocked-looking vampires and one poor kicked puppy. Max almost laughed at them. "He doesn't talk much. And it's Fang, not Nick."

They looked down and nodded slowly before taking their seats.

Max sighed. "Under normal circumstances, I would wait a few months for you to gain our trust before telling you our secret…but I guess if you have a secret of your own it will be okay." She turned to us. "You guys okay with this?"

Gazzy opened his mouth and imitated her voice. "This isn't a Democracy guys. It's a Maxocracy. Whatever I say goes." I vividly remembered her saying that to us years ago.

Max smiled proudly. "That's my boy." She ruffled his hair and gave a subtle look at the sky.

We knew what that meant. Be prepared just in case. I got up and went to stand behind the couch that the kids were sitting on. Iggy and Nudge sat on the edges with Angel and The Gasman in the middle. Max and I were protectively behind them. While she prepared to spill our life stories, I quickly swept the area with my eyes to be sure no one was listening in.

Apparently noticing our change in mood, the supernaturals gave us confused looks. Max ignored them and began to speak.

"I guess I'll start at the beginning. Years ago, there was a group of scientists. They were brilliantly insane. Believed that they would create something better than humans by experimenting with human DNA. Similar to cross-species genetics, but it didn't exactly go as planned. They built a giant lab called The School. There, they experimented not just with human DNA…but on human children as well. Some were sold by their parents, others kidnapped from their beds. Many parents were told that the children were born dead while in truth they were being shipped off to The School."

I watched as they flinched and looked over at me. Max continued. "We were some of those children. The Whitecoats didn't think of us as human beings, only experiments. Instead of bedrooms, we had dog cages. Every morning we were dragged out of our cages, experimented on, tested, given three sips of water and repeat. The only exercise we got was when they sent us out to test our speed and strength. By the way, never drink water right after being electrocuted. Not a fun experience.

"Seven years ago, a Whitecoat named Jeb Bachedlor felt sorry for us. Being some of the few successful experiments, we were not allowed the privilege of death. He broke us out and took us to Arizona. Jeb was like a father to us for two years, then one day he just disappeared. Fang, Iggy and I were twelve, Nudge was nine, Gazzy was six and Angel was four. Since I was the oldest by four months, I became the leader. Long story short, they found us, we ran from them, we saved the world multiple times, we kicked some Whitecoat ass and we destroyed The School. Ta-da! You know our story." Max finished.

They were silent for a moment before Jasper spoke up. "What do you mean by experiments? What did they do to you?"

"And why do you call yourselves The Flock?" Emmett asked.

Max smiled bitterly. "Please refrain from asking questions until never."

I chuckled. Angel, Gazzy, and Nudge, who had all been having a private mental conversation, started cackling loudly. Must be one funny conversation.

Before any of us could say anything else, Iggy turned his head slightly so that his ear was pointed towards us. We all went silent and did the same. Listening, my eyes widened when I picked up what he had heard.

"Chopper." Nudge said. "And it's coming fast."

"There is a truck too." Angel spoke.

"Multiple trucks." Iggy nodded.

We all looked at Max. "Think we could outrun them?" I asked.

"The trucks maybe. Not the chopper." She gave us a look that told us exactly what we needed to do. This wasn't our first rodeo.

Iggy and Gazzy started giggling and grabbing random items off the table. I knew hat in a matter of moments they would manage to make them explode. Nudge and Angel jumped out of their seats and ran out into the field, keeping an eye out. Max looked at the Cullen's, her eyes hesitating on Jacob and Renesmee.

"I surely hope you guys can fight." Was all she said. Then, we heard gunshots.

Nessie's POV

I was confused at her words until I heard a scream and saw that Angel was already battling. She was on a man's back, her hands clapping over his ears and bursting his eardrums. She jumped down and punched another one in the gut. Upon closer look, I realized that it was not a man at all.

"What are those thing?" I asked.

"Erasers." I was shocked to see my son standing next to me, a determined look in his eyes. "Half-man half-wolf hybrids. They are strong and fast, but not very smart. As long as you don't let them gang up on you it's easy to defeat them."

"How do you know all of this?" I asked, worried for him.

He looked me in the eyes for the first time and I felt a strong surge of pride at the man he had become. "They were the main defense-and offense-at the school. Erasers are blood thirsty and they have a taste for mutant freaks." I wanted to tell him he wasn't a freak, but he said it with pride and I realized that I didn't know his abilities. What had they done do him there?

He ran and leapt off of the ground, jumping higher than ever I can and landing in a tree. In one quick movement, three Erasers that I had not seen fell out of it and landed on the ground with a thud. Their guns followed, but they broke upon contact with the earth. Though it was my natural instinct to help him fight, I was mesmerized by the skill these kids had. My family was fighting with them, but I was focused on Nick.

When I heard a yelp of pain, I turned and saw an Eraser holding Dad by the throat. His ski was turning even paler and I knew he was about to die. I knew what a vampire looked like right before they were torn to pieces. What shocked me was that Dad didn't seem strong enough to push it away, but that Angel girl had knocked one out with just a punch. How strong were they?

I made my way towards Dad, but Max beat me too it. She reached in and crushed the Eraser's jugular with one hand. Ouch.

Dad fell to the ground and Mom ran over to his side. I saw that they were not the only ones having problems. Aunt Rose and Uncle Emmett were surrounded and Uncle Jasper was pulling an Eraser off of Aunt Alice. Jake was next to me, making sure I was alright.

Then, a loud BOOM caused all of us to look over to Igg and Gazzy. Somehow, they had managed to use silverware and couch cushions into bombs and were chucking them at Erasers. Strange kids.

Fang's POV

There you go, guys.

I knocked out another Eraser and heard a scream. Turning, I saw Renesmee being carried towards the chopper by an Eraser. A flying Eraser. I thought we had gotten rid of all of those.

"Iggy, Nudge! Hold them off!" Max turned to me. "C'mon Fang."

We had not planned on showing them our abilities just yet, but we had no choice. Since the others had defeated all the Erasers on land, everyone stopped to stare at us as we ran towards the chopper.

"Are they going to chase a chopper?" I heard Rosalie ask.

Damn right we were.

While running, I shrugged off my leather jacket and threw it on the ground. Then, in perfect synchronization, Max and I unfurled our wings and took off.

I didn't have time to register the gasps. Max knocked the flying Eraser unconscious with one punch and I caught Renesmee before she could fall. While I carried her, Max flew beside me, glancing over her shoulder to make sure that the chopper was retreating. It was. We landed on the ground and I looked down at Renesmee in my arms. Instead of looking scared or disgusted like most people did, she looked proud. I set her down and heard someone yell my name.

Angel leapt into my arms and hugged me. I smiled warmly and hugged her back. "Calm down, Nightingale. I'm fine." Angel had always been a little sister to me, and recently we had become almost as close and Max and I.

Holding Angel, I looked over at the rest of the flock.

"Report." Max spoke loudly.

Angel looked happy. "Twisted ankle and a possible concussion."

Iggy was next. "Think I broke my finger, but otherwise okay."

"A few bruises and I dislocated my shoulder." Nudge.

Gazzy coughed. "There is pain in my ribs. Otherwise fine."

I was next. "Broken wrist and a few scratches."

"Any injured wings?" We shook our heads and Max sighed in relief. "Nothing too serious then."

Carlisle's eyes widened. "'Nothing too serious'? Broken bones and dislocated limbs are serious!"

Max rolled her eyes. Again. "We have been through so much worse, Vlad. This is child's play."

He sighed and shook his head. "At least let me take a look at your injuries. I'm a doctor."

We visibly tensed. Max stepped in front of us. "We haven't had many good experiences with doctors."

"You can trust me." He smiled and attempted to lighten the mood. "I won't wear the white coat." When she reluctantly nodded his smile widened. "And while I'm at it, you can tell us about those wings of yours."

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