Chapter 3 – Fang

"Mandy, door!"

"Why the hell should I get it? Stacey, door!"

"My nails are drying, Chrysie, door!"

"I'm on the phone! Mom, door!"

"I'm cooking sweetie! Hon, could you get the door?!"

"I'm working sweetie!"

"OH I'LL JUST GET THE DAMN DOOR!" I shout, running down the stairs and flinging the door open to see Iggy standing in the doorway, looking uncomfortable.

"Fang, you ready to go?"

"Yeah, let me just get my bag, you can come in you know" I say, running back up the stairs. "Don't worry, it's only Iggy!" I shout heading into my room,

"Kai!" came five replies. I rolled my eyes, headed back down the stairs, out the door and into Iggy's brand new red BMW Convertible - which already had Jeb and Gazzy sitting in the back seats.

"Hurry up Fang! You take longer to dress than a freaking girl!" I ignored Gazzy's taunting and jumped into the front, greeting Jeb, before the car started moving.

Sheesh, why did my family have to be so noisy? Huh, family, it's weird knowing I have one of those now – other than the flock of course. My life changed for good five years ago when I finally met my dad, Adriano Lombardi, and I moved into his house. My dad is the lead singer of the band "Nothing Special" which has now become the Britney Spears – or Miley Cyrus, take your pick – of the rock world. When I moved into the house I then found out I had a new stepmom and three sisters.

Megan, my mom, would let me get away with pretty much anything, but she's way too nice for me – or anyone else – to be an ass to her. My big sister Chrysie (three years older than me at 21) is studying in Dartford (how she got in only God knows) so is just down to visit us for a while. Then my younger sister Mandy (two years difference at 17) is one of the scariest Goths you'll ever meet – which may sound kind ironic from the guy whose wardrobe basically consisted of black all his life. The youngest is my sister Stacey (five years younger at 14); the baby of the family who I just love to bits... and has now got a boyfriend, much to my dislike.

Still, as much as I want to kill the boy – along with my dad of course, that's our kind of bonding time – I've been called into this conference. Hopefully if I get back in time I'll get to "talk" to him just before he leaves *evil chuckles*

"Fang, why do I suddenly feel as if someone's about to die just because you laughed?" I glared at Iggy – seeing as how glares weren't wasted anymore,

"Just focus on your driving, I'm already scared enough being in the front seat." Jeb and Gazzy laughed behind me.

"Funny Fang" He muttered rolling his eyes, "anyway, what's with the outfit? You looked like you finally walked out of Goths 'r' us but straights into Topman" I looked down at my self, I was wearing a black and red checkered shirt, with baggy black jeans (I REFUSE to ever be caught wearing skinny jeans after what my sisters did to me) and black converse. I shrugged,

"I don't know, just felt like doing something different I guess. By the way, where are the girls?"

"Oh, they drove on ahead in Dr. M's car. Nudge, Angel and..." strangely, an awkward silence filled the car, even Jeb and Gazzy stopped.

"And?"

"....Max." I felt as if my heart had stopped. Max? This must be some sick kind of joke.

"She back in the US?" I asked, trying to sound as calm as possible,

"Yeah, they called her over from the UK. She's gonna be there for the conference, and around for a while after" I felt everyone's eyes on me, waiting for me to respond.

"Oh, Okay." I turned and looked out of the window, acting like I couldn't care less.

Max was back in town; I could feel my heart beating faster, not sure whether it was out of pure excitement or pure dread. I hadn't heard from her in so long... not since five years ago back in Egypt. I still remember that day as clear as if it were yesterday. That bloody argument, I said a lot of stupid stuff, stuff which I didn't mean, but knew would hurt her. Why? Because I was falling for all the crap Brigid was feeding me that day. I thought I could do better than Max, and after I said I chose Brigid I thought, I'm fine without you Max, just you wait and see. But how did that work out? With me and the flock chained in a cell just waiting to die. And what happened in the end? Max was the one who came to save us.

I remember all the regret I felt; how badly I wished she was there, and how much my heart was breaking as I saw the others, huddled up together crying and truly thinking they were going to die. Nothing I could say or do could help; all I could do was sit there hoping it would at least be quick. That was, until Max walked through the door. Then I remember the relief, joy and love I felt just by looking at her. She had a key, and was unlocking the chains around everyone's wrist and ankles and she came to me last.

"Max..." She quickly unlocked my wrists, then looked me straight in the eye and placed the key in my hands.

"You can do the rest yourself" And she turned away to check on the others. I felt crushed. That was the last time she ever looked at me, and the last words she ever said to me; and I found out a week later that was the last time I would ever see her. No matter how much I called, or how many emails I sent, I never got a reply. It took me three whole years to realise she would never reply, and even then, no matter how much I tried with other girls, it never worked out. It never felt right, and every time I broke up with them, it was always the same thing.

"I'm sorry, I like someone else" Someone else who used to love me just as much as I loved them; but now hated me so much she couldn't even bear to be in the same continent as me.

And now she's back, and I'm about to see her...

Can you blame me for wanting to turn the car around?

Okay, sorry if this turned out to be really bad guys, i suck at doing Guy POVs but hopefully isn't as terrible as I think it is. R&R People! Tell me ideas 2 if you want, they're always welcome!