Hey people!!!! So, incase you were wondering, I did not mess up singing today!

We were actually pretty good :D

I have no other news. Except that I may be updating twice today

May.

Question time!

99: How do you imagine Fang? …Uh, black hair, black eyes and a gorgeous smile ;D Which story of mine did you read? ..Can't remember xD. I'll check later and review on it to let ya know.

: Why has Max's lives always ended in painful ways? Uh…she's been, like murdered. And being murdered hurts. At least in my mind xD. Why has Max had more than one life? You'll find out later, and other stuff. Why can't she remember anything from her past life? Because something has to strike a memory up into the conscience mind. Remember when Max was remembering back to the 'good times' in her life? Well, you'll soon find out that those were memories from past lives, she just doesn't know yet.

3. : Does Brigid have blond or Red hair, cause you put both? I did? Silly me xD. No, I meant Brigid, not Lissa. I just screwed up. She has red hair in the book, I believe? So I'm putting red hair into this fic.

: Have you noticed how this story is like an exact copy of Evermore? Yes, people have mentioned it. But as I told them, I'm only taking a few basic ideas from the story, like Max coming back all these times. But as you read on, you'll find that this fic is a lot less like Evermore than you think.

5. carmelcamera: Please tell me this is not another Max Ride/Twilight crossover fic! *laughs* No, it's not.

411: (Tsk tsk, missy! I'm gunna be a bridesmaid for my sis…when she's old enough xD) Max and Fang are centuries old? Yup! Who's the guy dancing with Max? Someone that I wish I could just have Max tie him to some wood and light a match at the bottom and walk away. But since I'm an author and must procrastinate with character deaths, I cannot just kill him like that xD. Also, I love your ideas! The first one can't work, sadly, and you'll find out why later on (maybe even this chapter! :D :D :D)

-maximumride4eva: Who's the guy that whisks her away in the last chapter? Someone that I wish I could just have Max tie him to some wood and light a match at the bottom and walk away.

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MPOV

The meadow surrounded me once more and I waited patiently, leaning against the front of a willow, for my dark angel to come. As time passed on and I, my tranquility grew scarce and I began to wonder if he was coming this time. He had to, though. There were questions that I needed to ask him. It was one of the reasons I decided to visit my meadow tonight. And with my hope dwindling, I had one choice left.

"Angel?" I asked into the silent night. The moon was full, as it always was, stars winking at me. "Angel, I need you. Please come out."

Within seconds of my sentence being answered, the midnight-winged man appeared across the meadow, his expression as stoic as always. Tonight, though, his eyes looked worried.

"What is wrong, my angel?"

My lips turned up a bit. "Nothing. I have questions, actually. May I ask?"

"Of course."

I took a deep breath before asking the simplest of my questions. "Do I know you in real life?"

"Yes."

"Are we close?"

"In my mind, yes."

"Are you happy with me?"

"I am only happy when I am with you."

I gnawed at my lip, soaking this in. "What did you mean before….when you said that you had been waiting for me for a long time?"

He took a moment to answer. "I have been waiting for you. I was born earlier than you this time, and it was a lonely life waiting for you to join me in the world once more. I knew you were here immediately. It was as if…the world had shifted into place. So I came seeking for you. When I found your energy in the web, I contacted you in your dreams."

"What… What do you mean, 'this time'?"

"I've met you more than once."

I blinked. "Pardon?"

Suddenly, he was right in front of me. He pressed a finger to my lips. "Hush, my angel. All will be explained in time. For now, you should rest."

"But I want to stay here with you." I was surprised myself when the words left my mouth. And I could tell he was shocked, as well.

He wrapped his arms around me, lifting my back from it's resting spot on the tree's rough bark. Until his skin met mine, I never noticed what I was wearing. I was wearing the same white dress as the first time. Have I always been wearing it?

As the bare skin of his arms met mine, warmth spread through me. The feeling of familiarity enveloped me and engulfed me. It wasn't how it was described in books. I felt like I was home. It was as if I've felt his arms around me a million times, and I'd be feeling it for years to come. The whole experience made me moan in pleasure. I wrapped my arms around him and tugged him closer to my body, wanting to feel this sensation over and over again.

He, too, made a sigh of pleasure as I rested in his arms. Both of us had been waiting for years to reunite.

Reunite….

I suddenly blacked out, still in my angel's arms and I was thrown back into the past.

All around me was noise. Chaos. Some were running, some were running and screaming. Others stayed put, shock written plainly across their face.

I myself was in a very strange predicament.

I was wearing a royal ball gown from the medieval times. It had a square neck-line that stopped right above my chest. The tight corset and flaring skirt were a pale cream color with silver lacing. Cream bell-bottomed sleeves concealed my hands and ended with red. Beautiful designs covered the expanse of the dress. An intricately-designed diamond necklace rested on my neck. All in all, the dress was gorgeous. I couldn't believe fashion-challenged me was wearing it.

My hair was tightly wound into a black (Black? I thought I had brown hair!) braid and it ran down the length of my back, stopping just above my butt. A jeweled crown sat atop my head. The jewels glinted in the moonlight along with my stunning blue eyes.

What I was wearing though, wasn't what shocked me most.

What shocked me down to the deepest of my core was the I was holding a heavy silver sword that I carried effortlessly and proudly in my right hand. (Apparently I didn't control my mind in these blackouts, because if I did, I'd be freaking right now.) The hilt of the sword was inscribed in French words that I somehow knew right away.

Tout est juste dans l'Amour et Guerre

All is fair in Love and War.

I stared fearlessly into the eyes of my enemy across the field from me. It was a man of about 17, maybe 18, the same age as my 17-year-old self. The man had rich dark-brown hair that came down to his shoulders in lucious waves. His eyes were an emerald-green. They would have been beautiful if not for the wicked glint inside them. His face was chiseled with fine angels like an ancient Greek god, and muscles were visible through his clothes. You could tell he was ripped.

"Join me, my love. Join me and, together, we will rule this world." He had a deep voice that would make any girls' heart melt.

"You killed my love!" My voice rang deep and clear through the air. The voice that came from me was not the sarcastic tone that I used now-days. This voice was commanding, hypnotic, and as rich as chocolate. It was seductive, making any boy bend to my will, and it was mighty, making every girl who crossed my path stay out of my way and follow my orders as if their life depended on it. If I thought I had a strong voice in the present, then I had a monstrous voice in medieval times. "He was half of my soul! You will not go without sacrifice!"

"What are you going to do, my queen? Make me your everlasting servant? Make me bid to your every need and request? I refute even the idea of being your eternity-long servant!"

"I will not play games with you, Michael."

"Nor will I, Gabrielle."

"Then step forward, Michael. You have betrayed all us Archangels. You will not go without the repeal of your name."

His emerald eyes grew wide. "You're casting me down?"

I met his eyes with a steady gaze. "I have no choice. You have forsaken us all. Your title does not belong with you anymore."

He growled menacingly. "You cannot cast me down!"

"I can and I will!" My voice was booming, stirring thunder in the sky above and making rain start to dribble down onto my enemy and I.

"I belong with the Archangels!" He shouted back.

"Real Archangels do not kill one another!"

"What was I supposed to do? He sent Uriel away for two centuries!"

"It was her time, Michael! Metatron was only doing what he had to do!"

"What he did was cast my soul into sleeping for another two-hundred years! I cannot wait that long to see her again!"

"Use your patience, Michael. Use the virtues you were blessed with: Health, to keep your mind and soul cleansed. Organization, to gather up the unruly and dangerous thoughts and file them away for battle. Power, to take peace and serenity from the Earth."

"It wouldn't have made a difference," he said bitterly. "I'd have to do that for two-hundred years. It would not be the same as the feeling of her body against mine. Or the peace and stability she brought me. Or her undying love. Or her breath as we laid down for sleep at night. You have no idea what that feels like."

My features and expression hardened. "I'll have to now, considering the fact Metarton is no longer with us. One hundred years for me to go on without those very same things."

"Metarton deserved what I brought upon him."

"Listen to yourself!" I shouted, the rain starting to pour a bit harder. "You are not an Archangel! You are a Demon!"

Suddenly, he was right in front of me. He pulled back his hand and slapped it, hard, across my left cheek. "How dare you call me such vermin! I am not a Demon!"

Blood dripped down my cheek slowly from where his nails made contact with my cheek. With the enhanced strength of an Angel, his hit struck harder than any human could possibly strike. (How did I know that?) I turned my head back up towards him and wiped the blood away with the back of my hand. "Demons kill Archangels. Archangels protect their kind from such kills. Now you tell me, Michael. Did you kill or protect Metarton today?"

"Kill," he said bluntly.

"Then you, Michael are no longer an Archangel. You are a Demon."

His eyes went dead. He reached down, still looking me straight in the eye, and took my hand holding the sword by the wrist. I knew what he was going to do. But I could not wait one-hundred years for my Metarton to come back to me. So I gazed back at him with no fear. The sword was slowly crossing my chest to my heart. I could feel its cool tip through the cloth of my dress.

"You said the wrong words, Gabrielle."

"But that is where you are wrong, Michael. I said all the right words. You will thank me later."

Wordlessly, Michael the Archangel drove my sacred sword into my very own heart. There was a flash of searing pain as the sword impaled me all the way through my chest and out my back. Being an Angel, ten seconds had to pass before the sleep took over. During those ten seconds, I laid on the ground, my eyelids closed gently over my eyes. The rain had picked up to the point of buckets. I slowly felt my soul being ripped apart from my body. The soul being removed was worse than the killing itself. It was like getting a part of you you never knew you had being ripped off, slowly, inch by inch. I did not fight my death, though, as I knew I could have. I did not scream, although it felt like my whole body was on fire as the light started to take my soul as it slowly dispatched itself from my very core. I did not move a muscle as the intense heat whisked away my soul. My body still had two seconds left, and it was the worst. Because during those seconds, you lay soulless and empty and hollow as you feel your last breaths struggle out of your shell. I felt my chest rise for the last time.

No, I did not fight my death. Because I knew, waiting beyond the earth, was my Metarton. And where he was was where I belonged.

My eyes slowly fluttered open. I was lying on the tall grass of the meadow, my Angel looking down at me with the most concerned eyes in the world. I was back and I was home and I was where I belonged.

"Metarton," I whispered.

He was confused for a moment. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face. "I am here, Gabrielle."

I sighed, closing my eyes. I felt a smile of my own spread across my face. "You should rest now, my Angel."

I nodded, already feeling the darkness take over. And I was totally willing to plunge into it- but then I remembered a very important question. "Wait," I said, grappling with the threatening darkness.

"Yes?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Who are you in my present life?"

He rolled his eyes, the first non-serious thing I've seen him do in the meadow. "I'll give you a hint- I where black."

Black…

"Fang?" My eyebrows shot up.

I saw him wink at me before the darkness whisked me away and I slept dreamlessly.

I shot up in bed, my breathing heavy.

Beep beep…. Beep beep…. Beep be-

I brought my fist down on the alarm clock, shutting it up. I had to think, and that wasn't exactly possible with an alarm blaring in you ear.

The dream last night was surreal. I finally unmasked my Angel of Darkness. Better yet, I found a piece of my past that I never thought plausible.

I was an Angel. An Archangel. Gabrielle the Archangel. And Fang was my soul mate, Metarton the Archangel.

Son of a batch of cookies! I was officially screwed!

Ella knocked on my door, making me jump. "Max?"

"Yeah?"

"J.J wants to know if we could pick her up today."

"Sure." I heard Ella mumble into the phone and then the thumping of her feet going down the stairs.

I stopped by J.J's house yesterday. She was a little upset with me for ignoring her for three days, but what could I do? It wasn't exactly my fault I got suspension, my mom wandered off, and I got theater detention all in one week.

Nope, totally not my fault.

I threw my blanket off my body and I swung my legs over the edge of my bed, standing up to stretch.

Today was going to be one hell of a day.

You can find Max's Medievil Times dress at the end of my profile.

And now I'm off to go read some stuff on here :D

*Shiver*