Cameras??

AN/ sigh, so bored. Didn't update Collision Coarse for a month. Making it up to Dusk by updating this too. I'm going to bed in an hour and have decided to spend that hour writing like I'm sugar high.

Disclaimer: We own NOTHING…..as far as YOU know…

Max's pov

It had been a week since the last session, when there was a knock on my mom's front door. I opened the door, curious as to who would be coming over here. Mom hadn't mentioned anything about guests. To my dismay, the open door revealed Miss. Birdie.

"Oh, hello Max!" She greeted in an overly happy voice. "I brought these tapes of our sessions together to show your family." She held up two old fashioned video cassettes (I had to ask my mom what those things were called…I feel…so stupid!-Blix) I did the only thing I could think of.

I slammed the door right in her face and ran upstairs, knowing that a door wouldn't keep Birdie back for long. I burst into fangs room.

"What are you doing!!" He asked as I grabbed a chair and chain. I pushed him into the chair and his overall shock kept him there for the two minutes needed to tie the chains securely around him. "Max what are you-" I slapped one of Gazzy's dirty socks into his mouth and taped it shut with duct tape.

Fang's POV

SO. Help. Me. If this isn't some kidnapping thing where we go far away and live in a cottage on a lake all alone happily ever after, I'm going to kill her.

Max's POV

I pushed Fang and his wheely chair over to his closet and locked him in. Then I raced back down the stares, praying there was still time left to dispose of the tapes. I stopped in my tracks, my heart sinking, as the sight of my mom welcoming Miss. Birdie into the living room filled my eyes.

"Look, Max." My mom said, unaware that she had just invited a vampire into our home. "Miss. Birdie brought some videos of your sessions with her. She says she thinks watching them as a family might help us understand why your so mopey." This whole thing was made worse by the fact that the flock had already gathered around the TV, eager to see me in group therapy.

"I think we're missing some one." Mom said, counting the flock.

"Oh yes, where is young Nick? Its very crucial that he be here for this." Miss. Birdie said, smiling. I gave her the most evil burn-your-soul-glare I had ever given, but she just looked at me with those beady little eyes and continued to smile.

"I'll go check his room." Mom said, heading up the stairs. About five minutes later she came down with an angry, glaring fang.

"I found him tied and gagged in his closet…" She said, looking around the room confused.

"Heheheh fang came out of the closet…" Iggy whispered under his breath. Fang got a death grip on my arm and dragged me over to the couch. No seriously, he dragged me. I now have a carpet burn on my stomach. He plopped me down, keeping the death grip so that I couldn't escape.

Fang's POV

There is no WAY I'm letting her get out of watching this after she locked me in a closet. A CLOSET!!! WITH GAZZY'S SOCK IN MY MOUTH!!

Max's POV

As the rest of my flock watched the movie it was clear to me what they thought. A mixture of entertainment, confusion, entertainment, shock, oh and did I mention, EXTREMELY AMUSED!! Ms. Birdie was soooo gonna die for this.

Death by pens sounds both humiliating and torturous. Let's go with that. First I'll stab out her eyes, and then I'll stab her ears… Oh yes. This sounds very fun…

AN/ Screw it. I can't write more. END OF STORY PEOPLE!

GOOD DAY TO YOU SIR!

-Dusk