Kay! So, her's the first chapter I edited. It's a little more exciting then it was. I hope you guys like it and stuff.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Fang

I hadn't gotten one phone call from Max in a month. I'd been waiting on her to tell me I could come down. She said four months. It'd been five.

"Why don't you just call her yourself?" Angel suggested, lounged on the couch.

"Because I don't want to," I explained simply. "If she hasn't called me, it probably means that she isn't ready to yet."

Angel sighed, loud and dramatic, throwing her head back. "You're brain is so boring," she complained. "All you ever think about is Max!" She grinned at the ceiling. "Iggy was right. You're totally whipped."

I gaped at her. "What? I'm not whipped! Where'd you even learn that word?"

Angel rolled her eyes. "I just told you. Iggy. Please try to keep up."

The snot-nosed, mind-reading, brat.

"Whatever. It doesn't even matter. Max will call when she's ready," I decided.

"What if the house exploded?" Gazzy asked, jumping over the back of the couch and sitting next to his sister.

"The house didn't explode."

"What if she died?" he suggested.

"She didn't die."

"What if the demonic creature inside her clawed and chewed its way out of her from the inside—"

"That didn't happen," I said. Gazzy shrugged.

"You never know…"

"Yes, I do. And it didn't happen."

The room was silent for a few minutes. The bad, awkward kind of silence that just makes it even more silent the longer it lasts.

"I'm bored!" Gazzy declared finally.

"Congratulations," I said, bored senseless myself. If only Max would call…

My phone vibrated in my pocket, indicating that I was receiving a call. My heart started beating faster. I tore it out of my pocket and flipped it open.

"Max?" I said, sort of breathlessly.

"Allison," the person corrected.

"Oh," I said, put out. "Sorry."

"It's okay," she said sweetly. "Are you waiting for a call? If you are, maybe I should go."

"Nah, that's fine," I told her. "I've been waiting for a call for a month now."

"Wow. Angel was right. You are whipped."

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," Allison said quickly.

I looked over at Angel and she shrugged innocently.

"Anyway, that's probably not good," she said.

"What's not good?"

"That Max hasn't called you in a month."

"That's nuts. Max is fine. She's probably just…" I searched for a word. "Busy."

"Right," Allison said doubtfully. "Anyway, I just wanted to see how you were doing. Obviously it's not good. Well, I'll let you go so you can go back to staring at your phone expectantly."

"What makes you think I've been staring at my phone expectantly?" I asked her. She was quiet for a minute, then she said, "Yep, bye, Fang."

Then she hung up.

I flipped my phone shut again and slipped it back in my pocket. I looked up to see Angel staring at me. She was grinning.

"I like her!" she said. I pressed my lips into a thin line. The room was completely silent again. At least, until we heard a soft whirring coming from outside. I looked around the room. Gazzy and Angel were both still sitting on the couch, but their ears were trained on the noise.

"What's that sound?" Angel asked quietly.

"I don't know," I said, listening harder. Then I realized that I recognized the sound. "Oh, God. It sounds like…"

Gazzy looked at me, his face drained completely of blood. "Helicopters," he finished for me. I ran to the window to look outside. Sure enough, there were half a dozen helicopters, flying right towards us. I turned back to the kids.

"We have to get out of here right now," I said. They simply nodded.

"They're coming at us from the front!" Angel said as I walked toward the back wall. "How are we going to get out?"

I popped open the window and gestured toward it. "You guys know how to fly, right?"

Both kids jumped off the couch and ran for the window. I helped them up and out, reminding them not to be seen by the helicopters. Once they were both out, I climbed into the window myself. Just as I was about to jump out, there was a loud boom that, after living with Iggy for most of my life, I was all too familiar with.

The bomb threw me out of the window and into the air. I threw out my wings as the wind caught under them and flew over to where the kids were sitting.

"They're…bombing us," Angel said, looking pale as a ghost. I nodded.

"We have to get out of here," I said as they dropped another bomb. "Now. Stay in the trees. I'll be right behind you."

They did as they were told, flying skilfully through the branches of the trees. I stayed a few feet back from them, watching all the space around them. If they sent anyone into the forest to make sure we didn't escape, I'd get them.

On the Max scale of importance, I was basically expendable.

The kids, on the other hand, were not