Now that I think of it, I could really get used to waking up snuggled in Fang's arms.

At this point I didn't even panic, because dear god, this is ... what? The third time? I bet Fang had gotten used to it, too. I'm glad to know that he actually offered this time, instead of me using me little terrified toddler mode. I mean, come on! Will I ever be able to sleep by myself anymore?!

"You awake?" a whisper right next to my ear startled me just a bit. Looks like Fang's awake, too.

"Yeah." I replied, relaxing again. Without thinking, I snuggled into him, screaming at myself mentally right after doing so. I expected the air to instantly weigh down with awkwardness, but instead, Fang's arms hugged me tighter, causing obvious blush to surface on my cheeks.

"Any bad dreams?" he asked, his warm breath tingling on my cheek. I just shook my head in my desperate attempt to cover my face with my face with my hands. The light rumble in his chest told me that despite my efforts, I was failing to hide my tomato-tinted face. One arm unwrapped itself from me to reach for the zipper, which required him to hover me a little.

Oh man, his face is so close! that one thought was repeating itself at hyper-speed inside my head. I removed my hands from my face to look up at him, and just when I thought my face couldn't get any redder, my crappy sense of distance betrayed me and my nose brushed his cheek. I froze there as the zipper was opened, releasing me from the cocoon. Fang lowered himself back next to me, and I swear I saw a pinch of pink on his olive skin.

I crawled out, getting to my feet and straightening my shirt a bit. Rolling up my unused sleeping bag and kicking dust in what little was still burning in the fire, I slung my bookbag on my shoulders, patiently waiting for Fang while studying the map. Seeing he was ready, we took off again.

Skippies!

We flew at a certain pattern, the first day flying for a few hours than taking an hour long rest. But the second day, we didn't stop for a decent ten. We kept going strong, since the wind was blowing in our favor, and I reeeeally wanted to get Angel ASAP. I took the map out one more time, trying to study it without losing it in the breeze.

"We should land now." I yelled to Fang, trying to cut through the howls and gusts. "The town in a mile or so and we don't want to be seen." Fang nodded, letting his altitude lower with a steady beat of his wings slowing his descent. We hit the ground with a light tap, disturbing some of the thin foliage, making a chorus of rustling leaves.

"Which way?" Fang asked, I pointed off to my right and we began walking, me putting up my hood and putting on sunglasses to hide my face. It was a small town and I really didn't want a huge uproar to break out when people saw I was back. I had a little trouble tucking my hair in so it didn't show through the hood since it had to at least grown a foot since I was kidnapped, but I managed.

I tried not to cry out in joy as I walked through these familiar woods. I remember when my sisters and I would make the journey and have picnics out here. It reminded me of so many happy memories that I had lost.

Let's - EXCUSE ME BABY - Go - YEAH-YA BABY - Back - OH YOU GROOVY BABY - In - LET'S MAKE A MOVIE BABY - Time.

That was a crappy excuse for me saying "flashback"

We ran to our favorite clearing, me carrying the cooler with the food and Ella with a blanket slung over her shoulder, holding Angel's hand.

"C'mon slowpokes!" I yelled playfully at them. Ella just stuck her tongue out at me and Angel giggled. She rolled the blanket, patting down the dirt underneath it. I set down the cooler and took in the fresh air. I absolutely loved coming to this same clearing every time we wanted a picnic. I came to this exact place every time, and Ella or Angel never noticed. They had thought it was a new place every time. But I knew.

We splayed out all of the food mom had prepared for us. A couple of sandwiches, some fruit, and a bag of potato chips along with water bottles. We dug right in, savoring every bite. It was a common thing for us, sometimes daily when the summer months came around. We would even suck it up and walk out here during the winter if the weather was kind enough. Other times, we only went because Angel wanted to. Afterwards, we would always join hands and trek the way back in satisfied silence.

End of Flashback!

The woods eventually thinned out until we were in my small home town, sticking to the shaded areas to keep my face hidden. People I knew passed by, and I had to suppress the aching need to wave to them and yell that I was back.

At this point, Fang had all together stopped asking me which direction was next and followed my footsteps. I let every single memory resurface as I passed by houses and shop windows. It was painful yet lightening at the same time, if that even made any sense.

All of the sudden I stopped, causing Fang to lightly bump into my back from his sudden halt. He saw the tears slipping past my sunglasses and looked at what I was looking at. It was a two-story white house that obviously was not owned by a poor family. It had an exquisite garden and a cobblestone walkway to the huge, polished, dark green door. It was beautiful.

And it used to be mine.

Fang knew what had cause this sudden wave of emotions, and he grabbed my hand, walking me slowly to the door. He gave the bronze door knocker (I have no idea what it's called) and gave it a light tap. The door opened not a moment later, agonizingly slow. My tired mother appeared in the doorway, giving a sad excuse for a smile.

"How may I help you today?" she asked, her voice empty. Fang stood slightly in front of me, probably trying to stop me from throwing myself into her arms.

"We'd like to have a very important discussion regarding your family. May we please come inside?" he asked, with the utmost kindness and suave. My mother seemed hesitant, but she opened the door and gestured us inside, eyeing me suspiciously.

We sat down on a cozy brown couch that was obviously new, my mother calling Ella and Angel to sit down on the identical one across from us. I shifted nervously and kept my head down, all three of them watching me like a hawk.

"So what would you like to discuss with us?" mother asked.

"Before we say, we must ask that you hold back questions until we further explain." Fang instructed. They all just raised an eyebrow and nodded, very confused.

(A/N Ermahgerd. My computer did it again guise. 300 words ... RIP Sanity)

Fang looked at me. That's my cue.

I simultaneously pulled off my sunglasses and hood, letting my hair escape and my eyes see the brightness of the room. They stared, utterly shocked. Angel got up slowly, almost like a mindless robot, walking over to me with wide, cobalt eyes. She lunged for me, burying her face in my jacket and sobbing while giving me a hug that put cobras to shame. Then came Ella. Then came mom. The sudden show of pure affection caused my wings to twitch very much. They all froze.

Each one of them had at least one hand on my back, whether next to a wing or directly on it. They had to have noticed the slits in my jacket, much more the movement back there. I gently pushed them away, sighing sadly.

"Mom, Ella, Angel, I have something to tell you." I said quietly. I signaled for the to give me some room and they backed away slowly, staring at Fang curiously as he walked around the room, closing the drapes. "The people who took me ... they were scientists, but not the good kind." I paused, trying to untwist my tongue. "They treated me like a lab rat and they ... they changed me." I said, my voice becoming strangled. Mother walked up to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"You can show us if you can't say it. Nothing can ever change how we see you." she reassured, her mascara smudging from tears. I took in a breath and nodded.

I closed my eyes tight. I didn't want to see their disgusted reaction. I didn't want to watch them reject me. I couldn't bare it, no matter how strong I was.

Using all of my willpower, I spread my wings for them to see.

I bet you really love me right now. I thought I should end this chappy right here, just for you. This is pretty long considering my mediocre writing skills. So yeah. I appreciate all of the reviews and have my fingers crossed for more! Stay insane, my friends.

-Completely Unstable

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