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Note: Since this story is so freakin old, I did more recapping than usual in this chapter.

MPOV

To my disappointment, my headache didn't disappear after Damon left the basement. No, it gradually got worse.

I did a few more rounds with the punching bag while I angrily pondered what just happened.

1. Damon is back, still immortal and arrogant as ever.

2. Apparently he's Fang's brother.

3. I still can't die without getting reincarnated, meaning I could never escape this life even if I wanted to.

I froze. Hold up a second…Back to number 2. Damon was Fang's brother. Shouldn't I remember Fang from 1864?

…Or maybe he wasn't there in 1864?

I growled and punched the bag once more, really hard. I was planting seeds of doubt in my own mind! This was all so confusing! I clearly had memories of living in 1864, but I clearly don't remember Fang. How on earth could they be brothers then?

Sighing in frustration, I tossed my gloves aside. As much as I would hate to admit it, I needed Damon's help. I needed some answers, and unfortunately he was the only one who could tell me shit about my own life. The thought of crawling back to him only added to my already killer-headache.

I took off up the stairs and headed to the dining room, wincing as my temples started throbbing. Maybe I'd get some water first, then I'd see to getting some answers from Damon.

I took long, deep breaths as I headed for the fridge in the kitchen, grabbing a glass off the shelf on the way. I filled water and ice cubes to the rim before allowing the cool, crisp water to travel down my throat. God. This was good.

I felt my headache ease away a tiny bit, but only for a few seconds. The next few things happened so fast, it's no wonder I passed out.

As I watched the kitchen door swing open, I was suddenly overwhelmed by a searing, loud noise, bright lights, and a sweet smell. It was as if all my senses went haywire, and my poor little brain just couldn't register the racket all at once. The last thing I remember was Fang, wearing an expression of utter shock as he watched me pass out.

FPOV

I had decided that sitting at the dining table was doing me no good, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that I recognized those memories Max and Damon were talking about.

It was killing me, seriously.

I sighed and got up to find Max. I hoped that she wasn't mad at me for bringing my brother along. It's not like I knew about this 1864 nonsense, anyway.

Although I have to admit, I was pretty angry at my brother for lying to me. I can't believe he knew Max before I knew Max. Just picturing him and her together…

I almost shuddered. That was just…revolting. Disgusting. Wrong.

I was about to start up the stairs towards the bedrooms when I heard voices coming from the basement; so I changed my route, stopping at the basement door.

It wasn't eavesdropping if I just happened to pick up a few words, right? Or sentences? I mean hey, it's not my fault that I have super sensitive hearing.

"I'm serious, Max! Can't you just accept the fact that I'm here because I love you, and I don't want you to get hurt?" Damon. I clenched my firsts, almost growling.

Yeah, fine. I was jealous. But so what? Max and I had a thing going, and my brother knew it. There's no way I could let him steal her from me like that. No. Freaking. Way.

"Like I said before, Damon—get over yourself! I did." Ha. That's my girl.

"Oh, you're just saying that. If you still didn't love me, you'd currently be beating me with my spine. Repeatedly." I almost laughed. It was true, she would so be doing that.

Wait. But…she's not. So did Max still love him?

"Get out of here, Damon. Before I decide to rip out your spine myself," Max threatened. I felt a little relieved hearing her say that. Yet part of me still wondered how she felt about him.

Hearing silence, I quickly darted around the corner and into the living room. I heard the basement door open, and footsteps approaching my way. Unsure if it was Max, I stayed very still; soon, I felt a slight tingle and knew that I had become invisible.

I watched as Damon entered the room. "Come on out, little brother. I know you're in here. The stench of your jealousy is overwhelming!" he called, with the roll of his eyes. "I know you were eavesdropping."

I narrowed my eyes and slowly made myself visible. I was starting to despise the fact that he was my brother.

"Well aren't you sour," he said, plopping on the couch.

"Yeah, sure," I said stiffly, not particularly wanting to start up a conversation with him.

Although, for some reason, I couldn't bring it to myself to leave. Damon had answers to questions I haven't even thought about asking yet. He knew it, too, because the next thing he said was, "Alright, spill it, Fang. You're obviously biting your tongue about something."

He sounded genuine, so I sighed and plopped onto the couch, as well. Not the one he was on, though; the one next to him. "I don't know," I said. "I don't get it."

"What's not to get?"

"You!," I said, annoyed. "You, and your messed up past. You know, technically you shouldn't exist. The only reason I believe you is because Max seems to buy this crap story of yours that you two were involved in 1864."

He looked at me, amused now. "She believes my 'crap story', brother, because it isn't a 'crap story'. It's real. I know it, she knows it, and so should you. Why is this so hard for you to believe?"

I just stared at him, with a look that said Really? Are you serious? Are you really asking me that?

Damon just groaned and leaned his head back to rest against the couch. "You are still the silent type, I see. It's always been difficult with you."

"Me?" Always been? What is he talking about? As far as I'm concerned, we've only been brothers for a few weeks!

"No, the wall," he retorted sarcastically. "Yes, you. Although there isn't much of a difference between you and a wall. You're still as stubborn and ever. Just spit out what's really on your mind!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, yes you do. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"If you think you know so much, then why don't you bring it up! Tell me what I'm thinking, since you're such a smartass!" I said bitterly. I was trying to keep my cool, but oh man, he was just so good at pushing my buttons.

"Fine!" Damon's head snapped up as he looked at me. "You're upset that you aren't the only one Max has a thing for. And you know what? So am I! But you know what else? That's just how it goes. That's just how the stars are fucking aligned for us. I didn't ask for this life either, you know; and damn it Fang, if you could just fucking remember then you'd know exactly what I'm talking about!"

I just blinked in response. I didn't really expect him to answer all my questions. He technically did, even though he was angry about it.

Max did have a thing for him. But she also has a thing for me.

Okay…And one more thing…

I frowned. "Damon..." I started, looking at him. He was leaning forward, glaring at the floor.

"Yeah, yeah, you wanna know what you're supposed to remember. Well you know what? I can't help you with that. Because this happens every fucking time. We just have the same conversation, I recap several decades of past lives, and you just don't remember a fucking thing." Damon stood up. "Well, you know what? You can figure it out yourself. I'm not helping you out this time."

Great, I pissed him off, I thought, gritting my teeth and clenching my fists. I stared at the ground. Well at least Damon answered my other question: I was definitely around in 1864.

And clearly, we've had problems. Clearly, I have trouble remembering. Clearly, Damon is sick of coming to my aid.

Clearly, I couldn't count on him this time.

Damon walked away and was almost out of the room when he turned around to say, "It's not that I don't want you to remember anything. It's just that I'm really sick of going through the same cycle with you and not getting any progress. Let me know if you remember anything, brother." And with that, he left.

I had so many mixed feelings right now.

Yeah, yeah. Mr. Emotionless Rock was full of emotions. (I didn't say I let them show)

Damon was my brother. I couldn't hate him, but I did. It was like he was giving up on me.

Max was my…well, I don't really know. We were in a relationship, but then I decided to be stupid and left her. After coming and going for the last few months with my new flock, it just felt like an on-again-off-again relationship now. I still loved her, don't get me wrong. I'd die for her, if it came down to that. I'm pretty sure she loved me still, too.

But I just had to find my brother. And he just had to be someone Max had feelings for, too.

Now everything was more confusing. As if being a bird-kid didn't come with enough problems, I thought.

I wish I understood this 1864 crap. I really, really wish I did.

I sighed, trying to recap what Damon and Max said earlier that evening. Max reincarnates if she ever…dies. Damon was like her, except he drank some funky Elixir-whatever and is now immortal?

I shook my head. Just trying to piece this together was impossible! Insanity! Completely illogical!

But…Damon…earlier. He kept talking like he had known me before. "You are still the silent type, I see. It's always been difficult with you" he had said.

And as crazy as this sounds, I know I felt something inside me click when I heard Max and Damon talking about their memories earlier.

I sat alone in the living room for the longest time, pondering these thoughts, until I started getting a headache. I guess I was thinking a little too hard about this stuff, but could you blame me?

My stomach growled, so I guess food wouldn't be a bad idea. Sometimes I got headaches if I was really hungry. Maybe I could grab something quick from the kitchen.

Simple, right? Wrong. The strangest thing happened to me.

I stood up and headed towards the kitchen, already thinking about the pizza leftovers that I could grab from the fridge.

As I placed my hand on the kitchen door, though, I felt a sudden sharp pain jab me in my temples. I paused and frowned, but continued on, thinking dang, I guess my body is telling me I really need food!

I pushed through the kitchen only to face Max, who stared at me wide eyed. I could only watch in shock as the glass she was holding crashed to the floor, Max collapsing on the ground as well. She clutched her head, shut her eyes, and curled into a ball, painting a scene I remembered so well from two years ago: a brain attack.

I called her name and stepped forward to help her, only to fall back as I was suddenly overwhelmed by a searing, loud noise, bright lights, and a sweet smell. It was as if all my senses just went haywire.

It all happened in the span of a few seconds, believe it or not. Too bad I was unconscious by the end of it.

ALRIGHT I had no idea how to end that but I really wanted Fang to walk in on Max, because they are both supposed to have that same attack. Hmmm….two people trying to remember things….coincidence? ;)

QUESTION FOR YOU ALL: I was rereading my old two chapters and saw that Angel and Dylan apparently disappeared. Since I wrote this over 2 years ago, I forgot where I was going with this LOL. SO UMMM I've decided that I'm gonna continue with that tho haha.

I really want to have one of Fang's flock members disappear, because I'd like to make the original flock the main characters. And right now there are way too many characters lol.

So which character would you like to see disappear next? LET ME KNOW! Please Review and also let me know if this chapter was confusing? I tried to make it clear but Fang is supposed to be confused too so… :P

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