Authors note: I'm back to writing! Sorry about that…long story short, ballet recital and rehearsal. Enough said. I know it's insanely short! SORRY!

The Way You Make Me Feel

The flames covered the tower with smoke in less than thirty seconds. Debris began flying over our heads.

"Fang?" I screamed through the smoke. Uh! I didn't have time for this.

"Max!" A call came through the smoke, followed by a reckless cough.

"Fang! I'm on the-"a huge piece of debris-whatever it is-flew towards me. "Fang!" I screeched. He turned in a 180 degree circle. The large item smacked him dead on straight into his face. Just like it intended.

Crap! I'm all alone wearing strappy heals and a dress. A national monument is on fire, and Erasers are circling me. The perfect date.

I flung my wings out, extinguishing flames that surrounded me. "Bring it!" I said flinging myself at the nearest Eraser. I kicked him in the face; an indent from my shoe was imprinted on his forehead. I flew around them, basically walking on each one's face. The plummeted to the ground below, disintegrating as there bodies hit the concrete.

I flew over to Fang, pulling his limp body out of the fire. I flung myself from the balcony and soared.

* * *

We made it home before our curfew so thankfully Angel was in a good mood.

"What happened?" Angel asked as I brought Fang through the door.

The news was blaring something about a freak accident and the monument being on fire.

"What…happ-ened!" Nudge begged, pulling me down on bed.

"Well…"

* * *

"Fang, wake up. Come on fang, please!" I slapped him. "Fang!" Gazzy laughed and poured a water bottle on his head.

The water that went into Fang's mouth ended up in my face. He coughed, blinking and opening his eyes.

"Max, oh thank god!"

"I've been doing that a lot lately." I smirked. "C'mon, let's get you to bed." Gazzy picked Fang up easily in his arms. Laying him down on the bed.

"Get some sleep." I said and shut the door.