Cross My Wings and Hope To Fly; Fax to the Max...ha, cliche much??

So so so sorry it took me so long to update!! Between school, partial groundedness, friends, and just plain laziness, I've been REALLY busy, and it's been WAT too long. I'm, like, blowing DUST off this blog. Okay, so the Cullens are here, in all their mind reading, future seeing, emotion controlling glory, lol, and I COULD go through the introductions and then convincing The Flock that they really ARE vampires, but rlly, that would take WAY too long.(if u guys RLLY want me to do it comment me, n i will, tho) So we are going to assume that they already spilled their secret, but The Flock is still trying to hide theirs, cuz they don't know that Alice had her vision, and all, so yeah. This would be, like, RIGHT AFTER the Cullens convinced TF that they rlly R vamps. And lets just pretend that Edward didn't read their minds in the last chapter, shall we? Good. N xD, I'm RLLY in the mood for some FAX right now, & I feel this story needs some more. Tell me if u like. =]


MAX POV:


Ho. Ly. CRAP! Vampires. There were freaking VAMPIRES with my Flock! I stepped forward.
"Why are you here?" I asked for what had to be the fifth time that minute. Although it wasn't MY fault they didn't answer. They reminded me an awful lot of that voice of mine. Which, come to think of it, hadn't shown up for a while. Better not jinx it. But this time, I was getting answers. And by the way they all started looking at each other, I could tell they knew my tone implied that if they lied to me I'd kick their butts to California and back.
"We're here...to help, I suppose you could say." Said Carlisle.(yes, we had learned all their names) I rubbed my temples. Okay, that's helpful. And what was even MORE helpful was that we used our REAL NAMES. What was I THINKING when I called FANG?! And Iggy! And Iggy, Fang AND Iggy. Edward stepped a little closer to me and said just loud enough for me, and every other vampire in the room to hear,
"That's a simple question, Max. You were thinking of Fang. Of his midnight black hair, strong, comforting arms, velvety voice..." As the vampires in the room tried to stifle their laughter, and I tried to keep the blush off my cheeks, all I could think was HOW THE HECK DID HE KNOW THAT?!? I was about to pounce on Edward, and beat him senseless, I swear, but suddenly, I felt all closed in, like the walls were pressing in on me from all sides. It was getting harder to breath, and my vision was clouding over.

ANGEL! I screamed mentally.

Max? What's wrong?!

I don't know! Get in here! And bring Iggy!

I yelled. All in my head, of course. Edward had a look of wonder on his face. Through my blurred vision, that much I could tell. NOW is when he starts to treat us like freaks? Well I got some news for you, buddy. WE'RE NOT THAT FREAKY! Well, okay, so maybe we are, but WHATEVER! By the time I was finished with THAT little bit of madness, Angel, and the rest of the Flock, were back with Iggy. Angel crawled into my lap, crying silent tears, which didn't exactly help the claustrophobia situation, but... I shushed her gently, and reminded her to lock down her thoughts, just in case.
"Remember. Fly..." I whispered into her little ear, pink from crying. At the she gripped me tighter.
"Promise, Max?"


FLASHBACK:

Angel had just skinned her knee during one of our daily half hours of free time we had at The School. She was very small, only four.
"MAAAX!! It HURTS!" She wailed. I ran over quickly.
"What happened?" I asked, while inspecting her knee closely.
"I tried to fly." She whispered, and I froze.
"Max? Are you mad at me? Do you still love me?" She asked in her tiny little voice.
"Of course I do Angel, I always will. Cross my wings and hope to fly." I said grinning. She giggled.
"Now. Why don't you show me what you can do." A smile lit up her face as she popped out her small pure white wings and got a few feet off the ground, before falling back down into my ready arms.
"Did I do good, Max?" She asked me hopefully.
"You did great 'kiddo." I said, while all the whitecoats stared in awe at Angel. Pfft, yeah, the little mind reading four year old that YOU created, just learned to fly. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

END FLASHBACK:


Even when we were still at the school, the Flock looked to me as a leader, and I loved them all.
"Cross my wings and hope to fly," I whispered back, only loud enough for her to hear. She giggled and hopped off my lap. Unexpectedly, I was back to normal. Keeping my thoughts to myself, and just shaking my head at all the confused glances in the room, all that was going through my head was: What. The. Hell?!

ALL IN DUE TIME, MAXIMUM, ALL IN DUE TIME.
I sighed. so much for that dream. I don't need this, Voice....Nothing. Thank you God.

Later that Day:


After that INTERESTING day, we decided we needed sleep, and we pretty much trusted the Cullens enough to do so while they were here. I mean, they're VAMPIRES. They would have killed us already, had they wanted to, and it's not like they couldn't handle any trouble that came along. They have super hearing(and strength). They could probably hear me breathing right now. Buy anyway. I layed down to rest, but I just couldn't. There was too much going on in my head. After we stacked fists, I just felt sort of...disconnected. I kept replaying the scene of our hands over and over again. What would happen if one day, there were only five fists instead of six?
What if...
What if...
What if...
SLEEP MAX, the voice commanded.
Long time no talk, I thought back before the worst nightmare of my life began.


Dream:

My angel, my BABY...NO! I couldn't! They wanted me to tear her apart, take away her heart...they wanted me to RIP her snow white wings RIGHT OFF HER BACK! And if I didn't, they would shoot everyone in the Flock...starting with Fang. I started to cry uncontrollably. Oh, oh, oh my god! Angel! Fang! They wanted me to choose between my baby and my...Fang. I cried harder as I slowly walked toward Angel, and saw the trust in her eyes become quickly replaced with fear and betrayal. But I knew what I had to do. My baby, my sweet, sweet Angel. I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry...forgive me, please, please, please...


END DREAM:


I sat bolt upright on the rough floor and light blanket. I made a small squeaking sound and started to shake and cry so much that I couldn't make any more noise. I felt strong, warm, sinewy arms wrap around me. I threw my arms around Fang's neck and buried my face in his shoulder, staining his shirt. Again. He patted my hair, and ran his fingers through it. He murmured nonsense words in my ear and whispered my name so gently that I almost jumped. Fang NEVER sounded like this. I stopped crying slowly and let go of the death grip on his shirt I hadn't known I'd had.
"What happened, Max?" Instead of answering I fingered his shirt and said,
"I'm sorry. It was stupid of me to cry like that." He's probably the only one to ever hear me say that willingly. He just looked at me, waiting for an answer. I sighed.
"I had a dream..." I said, feeling like Martin Luther King...or was it Martin Luther King Jr...? I can't remember(hehe, neither can I...is that bad?). I gave a small hiccaugh at that and, ignoring Fang's questioning glance, accounted the ENTIRE dream, not leaving ANYTHING out. By the time I was done, I was on the verge of tears once again.
"Shh, shh, Max, it's okay. It was just a dream. Just a dream..." he whispered into my hair. I looked up at him as he began to rub circles in my back, right between my wings. If that didn't feel so good, I would have been hyperventilating. I mean, come on people. This is Fang here. But my eyes started to droop, and just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt Fang lower me to the floor, and move to go back to the couch, where he was sleeping. I gripped his hand and wouldn't let go. I KNEW I wasn't going to be able to sleep without him there. He silently picked me up(I hate it when people do that, and he knows it, too) and sat us both on the couch. He rubbed slower, deeper, more hypnotic circles in my back, tracing unimaginable patterns. This is when I realized that I, yes me, Maximum Ride, was sitting in Fang's lap, oh yes, FANG'S LAP, and when this finally sank in, I swear I was going to die. And then, suddenly, I tried to hold it back, I DID, but I let out a small, almost unnoticeable noise that sounded, oddly, like a cat's purr(because Fang was still rubbing between my wings and it felt like absolute HEAVEN. And i found that ironic because we're BIRDS, and I sounded like a CAT. I mean, really). Even in the dark I knew Fang knew I was blushing scarlet. I felt him shake with suppressed laughter. Ugh. Stupid sexist pig. After a while, I shivered, and Fang OPENED UP HIS WINGS, and WRAPPED THEM AROUND US! I was about to protest, or maybe hit him, but when I felt how warm and soft they were, all the fight flew out of me(no pun intended), and I just couldn't bring myself to do anything.
"Thank you," I whispered to him.
"Any time, Maxie," he said before my eyes closed. Whaaaat????? Oh, he was SOO going to get it for that in the morning. The rest of that night, I dreamed of black, and brown speckled, feathers floating down onto a crystalline snow filed ground. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.


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LOTS OF THANKS TO CJ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You gave me one of my ideas for this, actually. So, whether you knew it or not, you helped alot. THANKS SOO MUCH!!!!!!!!! You're a good writer, and an even better friend. ILY!! Luv u 2 Ange! An for Chanelly: PUCKABRINA PUCKABRINA PUCKABRINA(PuckXSabrina)!! MwAh!!! <3

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Lol, so long. But, also , this was just a short filler chapter. Sorry if it's shorter than usual. Hope you enjoyed it anyway! And please excuse any spelling mistakes or things that just don't make sense.