Hey guys! I'm so happy you all like my story! Anyway, here are your questions:

1207xX: What's Mr. X's real name? Uh…I dunno. If any of you have an idea for his real name, please, let me know.

2. dogLOVER411: Are you changing Fang's personality since he's not all silent and what-not? No, I'm not. Actually, this chapter will sorta clear things up, but you'll find out the real reason why in the upcoming chapters.

: Is Fang Mr. X's song? No, Fang is not Mr. X's son. Mr. X has yet to get a full last name XD

4. : How do you pronounce Fang's last name? Ex-a-v-er. If that doesn't help you, please let me know.

Feel free to ask any questions!

Disclaimer: Still not J.P.

FPOV

September 25, 2009 (A/N Yes, I know I put 2009 and not 2010)

I saw her today. She was just like I remembered. It's hard to believe she hasn't changed a bit- not even her smart-ass attitude that gets her into trouble so much. And it was such a relief, I almost jumped up and down and screamed like a little girl when I saw her in the back of Mr. X's classroom today.

Almost.

But I kept my stoic, expressionless face on and just talked to her. The conversation came as easily as it used to. Though I don't believe she remembers me yet. In time, I suppose, it will all come back to her. For now, she's in the dark, though. And it is maddening for me. Maddening too know that only I know our past. Only I know the dark secrets that we both left behind to live in this life. If only she still had her memory, like I do. She'll get it back, though. I hope.

Even if she doesn't, I'll still love her. And nothing will ever change that. Nothing. Even if our past comes back to haunt us, I'll love her to the day I die again.

Speaking of the past catching up with us, I fear that is exactly what is going to happen. After all, they always come back. No matter how many times I die, they'll find me. It's always been like that, and it'll always be like that.

But for now, I wait in the shadows with my love, ready to conquer anything they throw at us.

I do not plan to die this time. We will thrive this time, and nothing will stop us.

MPOV

Fang Xavier was all I could think about as I walked home after suspension. Ella took my car since mom was too worried that something would happen to her if she walked home. So I was forced to walk a mile back home.

Joy.

The cool September breeze sent chills through me. My jacket was in the car. I trudged reluctantly on towards home, dreading going home, but not quite wanting to stay outside all night. Mom would just give me a lecture about getting suspended and the impact it had on my permanent record, and ground me. Then J.J would ask me to come over and, being oh-so-tempted, I'd climb out of my window and walk over to J.J's house, only a block away form me. It was a process I've done too many times and didn't want to do again.

If I was being honest with myself, I wanted to go to sleep as soon as possible. Maybe I'd have another dream and see the angel again. It was odd, though. I couldn't seem to remember the angel's specific features. All I could remember was that he wore a lot of black and had midnight black wings that matched his midnight eyes…..

Eyes.

Fang had midnight eyes, just like the angel. And, a fact that I didn't notice until right now, he wore a lot of black. Could it be possible that I met the angel outside of my dreams? What did he say again?

"We shall meet again, my Angel."

I suddenly felt very warm inside. I wanted to see the angel again. I wanted to hear him call me Angel. I'd have to pray he'd be in my dreams.

Then I took off running to my house. The sooner I was asleep, the better.

I walked into an empty house. As far as I could tell, no one was home. But I called out anyway.

"Ella? Mom?" No answer.

I slowly walked to the staircase and stopped at the foot of it, listening for signs of life. Still nothing. I shrugged and made my way up the stairs to my bedroom where I shut the door, dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes, and hopped in bed.

Now go to sleep, I ordered myself.

I squeezed my eyes together tightly.

…..Five minutes later, I was still wide-awake.

I sat up, punched my pillow, and rolled over to the other side.

Another five minutes passed and I sat up, huffing out a breath in frustration and sweeping back my bangs with one hand. I'm never going to get sleep this early.

Climbing out of bed, I wandered downstairs and into the kitchen. Maybe a snack would help me fall asleep.

The fridge was practically empty. Seriously. All there was in it was half a carton of milk, a couple bottles of water, some butter, a block of cheese, and two apples. What did mom do all day at home instead of making sure the house was in order? Honestly, I don't understand her at all.

I chose an apple and grabbed a bottle of water off the top shelf. Then I walked to the living room and sat down at the couch across from the window, staring out at the weeping willow in my front yard.

My mom, my sister, and I all lived in an average, middle-class home in your average town. As I've said many times before, not much happened. But I used to live a good life. At least, I thought I did. I remember rolling plains with gorgeous red and yellow and orange wildflowers sprouting from the ground. The wind would pick up and petals of various flowers would fly up in the air, swirling around me. I would laugh joyfully, the skirts of my dresses twirling about as I attempted a grab at the soaring pastels that made the Earth all the more beautiful.

And I remembered a lake. It was a beautiful lake, the surface sparkling like glass. I used to sit at the bank of it and wonder what it would be like to dive in and break its surreal surface. But I'd always been too afraid to shatter something so magnificent. I would stare at the shining waters for what seemed like forever. The only thing that could break my gaze away would be if the water was disturbed by an animal or leaf, causing the surface to shutter and shake and shatter my tranquil haze.

There were also late nights alone under the stars. I'd spread out a soft plush blanket and lie down, my arms behind my head. The stars would glow above me, twinkling, as if they were saying hello. I'd just stare. Not thinking about anything. Just being in that moment was all that mattered to me.

But there was one thing that was in common with every one of those memories….

My eyes slid shut and I drifted off into a deep sleep.

I was back in the meadow. Everything was the same- the pastel-colored wild flowers dancing in the breeze, the moon (still full) shone high and proud in the star-less sky, and the trees still stood around the perfect circle.

The beauty, though striking, did not distract me from what I wanted to do here. I was finally dreaming, which means….

The angel appeared several feet away from me, leaning against the bark of an outer tree. He didn't speak- just gazed at me. I was the first to speak this time.

"Who are you?"

He looked mildly surprised. "You do not know?"

I mutely shook my head.

His lips twitched. "Then I can not help you."

I arched an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"You have to figure out who I am yourself. Only then will I reveal my secrets to you."

I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth and rolled my eyes. "Jeesh, you're such a big help."

He almost smiled.

"Can I at least know your name?"

He shook his head without speaking.

"Then what should I call you until I figure it out?"

He paused for a second, caught off guard. We stood silently facing each other, on edge as if ready for a fight, but also relaxed in the presence of one another. Finally, he spoke.

"Call me…Angel for now."

I almost laughed out loud. "I already do."

An eyebrow quirked up.

"Nothing. Just let it go."

He shrugged but didn't press the issue.

"So…any more fortune-cookie words of wisdom before I catch some real Z's?"

His lips twitched ever-so-slightly again. "No, go ahead. Get some sleep. Until tomorrow, my Angel."

The edges of the dream began to fade gray until the image was all black and I was once again not aware of anything.

Sorry for the short chapter guys! Didn't get home 'til late and I didn't even start the chapter yet, so I had to quickly type one up. But tomorrow, I'm going to post three or two chapters to make up for the late-night updates. And also, those updates tomorrow will not be at night, but throughout the day. I'll probably post one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one in the evening. So be ready for that.

Also, I'll be posting a contest sometime soon.

But now I need to quickly check some of your stories and then catch some of my own Z's. I've got a choir competition tomorrow, so I'll be needin' my rest.

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