What Does He DO To Me?

New twists in this chapter, very...odd. I didn't even see this one coming, and I wrote it!! xD. Good luck keeping up!! Jeeze, Max is such a SAP in this chapter, and I apologize for that. As usual, plz 4give me 4 any spelling mistakes, or things that don't make any sense. (Chanel, these are your consequences... =]) Part of this chapter is dedicated to Demi Lovato's new song, "Here We Go Again", which I luvv 2 bits n' pieces, lol. Kudos to anyone who can figure out what part!!! Here's a clue: It has to do with the end of the video. ;)





MAX POV





Fang woke up some time later. After everyone got over the initial shock of the note attached to him, we moved him to one of the couches in the glass coated living room. Everyone else went to take care of their own business, under the supervision of Iggy(which is a mistake in and of itself), so I was the only one who stayed with him. I studied him for hours, noticing every breath he took. He looked peaceful, his breaths deep and even. The lines of pain and anger smoothed out, and there was nothing but a serene beauty etched into his features. It seemed...timeless. Something that never fades, never changes. Immortal(is it just me, or is The Voice starting to rub off on me?). Without realizing it, I reached up to cup his pale cheek in my hand. It was...soft. As he took at particularly deep breath, his hair flopped into his eyes. I smoothed it away, spreading my fingers in it, and leaving them there. All of a sudden, I was staring into warm milk chocolate, falling into it, drowning in it. Fang.


"Oh- Fang, I, um, what're, eh...um, you're awake." I finished lamely. I got my hand out of his hair, but he held my other hand to his cheek with a strong hand. Well, he's better, at least.


"How long've I been out?"


"'Few hours."


"Max." I stubbornly refused to look at him. His voice lacked it's monotone quality, and now had some emotion i couldn't quite place in it. It was warm, though. If that's any description. I could just imagine his expression; amused, yet annoyed.


"Maxie." This time I looked up sharply.


"Stop calling me that before I deck you one!" He smirked and dropped my hand from his face, rising slowly with every word he said.

"Why? Does it bother you when I call you that, Maxie? Does it annoy you when I play with your hair, Maxie?" He said, twirling a piece of my hair between hos index finger and thumb. That's how close he was, and getting closer. Now he had me pressed up against a wall, his hand somehow behind my back, stroking my wings, flared out slightly, by my shock. I couldn't get enough air, my breath coming out in short pants. He smoothed a piece of hair out of my face, much like I'd done to him, earlier. I was going to start seeing stars in a minute.

"Fang, what the hell are you doing?!" I tried to yell, but my voice came out shaky and barely above a whisper. He stroked a sensitive part of my wing, forcing me to relax into him, though now I wanted to get away more than ever, and was screaming at myself for having those thoughts at the same time.

"Does it make you angry, Maxie," he continued, like I'd never spoken, "when I do this?" And he pressed his lips to my neck, right where the jugular is. I felt him smile against the irregular and frantic beating of my pulse. Now he was fully supporting my weight, and I couldn't move if I wanted to. I was shivering, and not in a bad way.

"No, Max. It doesn't. Because you love me. You love me this much," he said, spreading out his own wings as far as they would go. He smiled his dazzling smile, showing bright, straight teeth(surprising, for someone who gets punched in the face on almost a daily bases), which started a tingle in the tips of my fingers, all the way up to the crown of my head, down to the tips of my toes. It was different than usual, though. It was...sadder. More like a "goodbye" than anything else. This isn't what Fang does. Fang, he doesn't smile, doesn't touch. Then he laid me on the floor, and walked away. I am Maximum Ride. I should have been on my feet, spitting out insults, and throwing punches, demanding what the hell he thought he was doing! But instead, I was sitting here, huddled on the floor. I could barely whisper, let alone yell. This is insane.
More insane than the time I found out Mom had a dagger? Some little part of me asked. I mean, my God, Mom had a dagger? What the hell did she use it for?
Yes. Beyond insane.
God, what the hell did Fang do to me?

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About thirty minutes later, after being recovered from my little...episode, I went in search of Fang, and not finding him, went to the living room only to find a note from the Flock and the Cullens.

Dear Max and Fang,

The Cullens are taking us to the mall, and we didn't think you would want to go. Just like that one time we were at your mom's house, and you didn't want to come with us to the pet store just because it was at the mall. I thought that was kinda mean, 'cause, ya know, animals are just so cute, and you didn't see them just because of the mall. And Fang, if you're awake, we hope you feel better. I hope you do, 'cause I don't want you to be sick, especially if we have to fight, and the Erasers or Flyboys came. That wouldn't be good, and being sick isn't good anyway. It makes you all pale, which is so bad for the complection, but its okay for the Cullens because they're all so beautiful, don't you think? Besides, I don't even think they can get sick either way. And now every one's telling me to hurry up and leave the note, so bye!! We'll be safe and come back soon!

Tiffany-Krystal-Butterfly-Chandelier-Sparkle-Star, Angel, Gazzy, Iggy, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, Edward, and Bella.

P.S.

Mostly me, though. Hehe.

I could practically hear Nudge giggle through the paper. All of a sudden, I heard a thumping and muffled curses coming from my room. I rushed up the stairs, two at a time, getting to my door just as the noises stopped. I banged on the door.
"Hey! What's goin' on in there? And why are you in my room?" I yelled through he thick wood. I got no reply, so I reached for the knob. The cool surface felt weird against the sweaty texture of my hand. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears, coming up my throat, threatening to choke me. Just as I was about to turn the knob to open the door, it swung open itself. I peered inside anxiously, and all I saw was Fang standing in the room, with a confused expression. Wait a minute...expression? Fang doesn't do expressions. I raised an eyebrow at him, telling him silently to explain. But his confused expression only deepened, and he said,
"Uh, why are you staring at me like that?" There was something off about him...his voice was, er, not the same. Different in a way, I couldn't really put my finger on. And then, when he didn't understand what I wanted him to do...he always understood. It was like he was attuned to me, and what I was thinking. But now, this was different, like he was disconnected. And my suspicions only deepened when he lunged for me...

Oh, I'm so bad. And, the way he lunged at her...trust me, not in the way you're thinking. Chanel, your punishment is going to come, soon enough...;)

~Cynical & Sweet

Crap

okay, Max is a heavy sleeper in this one, srry abt that 1. Cuz, normally, she'd b up in like, a second. Also, I might save the "Maxie" issue from the last chapter for later.



Max POV



"Awwwww!"

...wha? Who was that? Oh well, whatever, I don't care. I yawned, squeaking at the end, and buried my face back into the warm thing that was holding me.

"Oh man, this is priceless!" someone else shouted. Something soft pressed down onto the top of my head, and constricted tighter around my waist. Something large closed in on me. Soft, warm, and feathery. Wait...feathery? I opened my eyes and almost groaned. Almost. I was curled up in a tiny ball on Fang's chest, lying in his lap. His arms were held around my waist and his cheek was on top of my head. I had my face nuzzled in his shoulder/neck area, and his midnight wings were were settled around us securely, like a blanket. And as I looked up, I swear, I almost died. There, in the living room was every Cullen the Flock knew, looking like they were about to pee their pants trying not to laugh. Except for Emmet and Edward. They were leaning on each other, shaking with silent laughter. The very bad news about this: they didn't need to breath. Therefore, they never had to stop. Lovely. Note the happy sarcasm. Angel and Nudge looked about ready to burst, Gazzy looked disgusted, and Iggy looked like he'd just won the lottery...yeah, not my day. And now Fang decides to open his eyes. Just then Angel's high pitched giggle filled the room, followed by Edward's lower, more melodious voice. I looked at them, then focused on Angel. What's so funny, huh? I thought to her. Oh, nothing, just what Fang's thinking right now. She responded with another giggle. Angel! What have I told you about reading people's minds! I chastised her. Not to do it. But do you want to know what he's thinking or not? Whoa, this little girl is gonna get it. But for now, since Fang's in this mess wth me, I might as well get some blackmail information for later. After a short pause, I thought back, okay, but only this once, and only if you promise not to say anything to Fang about it. She squealed. YAY! Well, first, he thinks you look, and I quote, absolutely adorable. Like a chick who thinks it's a full grown eagle. But he liked it. Alot. And...now that you're blushing, he thinks you're beautiful. And that you'd look amazing in black, and you're his Max. His beautiful Max. If you ask me, he's like Nudge when it comes to you. Never running out of things to say. I was dumbfounded. Whoa...um, wow. I looked up to Fang's eyes, and froze. His overlong hair flopped over his eyes, and swooped to the side a little on the left, and I caught my breath. His lips were open slightly, and I wanted so badly to just run my fingers over every inch of his perfect face, through his silky hair. He looked...delicious...
"Max?" Those exquisitely shaped lips moved, and I couldn't help but stare. And then Rosalie coughed. I jumped off Fang, spluttering and stuttering like an idiot, and blushing like I never have before. I stomped out of the room, purposely stepping on Iggy, who was literally rolling on the floor laughing, to get dressed. I brushed my hair and teeth, put on some faded jeans black and red shoes, and a black t-shirt. I decided to leave my hair down, so that it tumbled down my shoulders in a messy way, for the simple fact that I was too lazy to actually do anything with it. Then, unfortunately, I had to go back downstairs. When I bounded into the kitchen, everyone turned to look at me at the same time, and stopped talking immediately.I fidgeted, uncomfortable under their close scrutiny, but held each of their gazes evenly, with my head high. I was still a leader after all. Iggy opened up hi mouth to make some remark about Fang and I, I bet, but was cut off by every window in the room exploding, raining glittering glass, like sharp claws, down on everyone.
"Duck!" Iggy shouted as he threw a small black, beeping, thing out the closest window. We all hit the floor, knowing that if Iggy said duck, you duck. A huge explosion, and then dead silence. Never have I been more grateful for Iggy's bomb-making than now. We got up slowly, checking all the windows and doors. No sign of the...whatever it was, that decided to play "blow up" with our windows. Except the front yard was screwed. Not even kidding, it was sizzling and flaming in some places.
"Report!" I yelled into the ringing silence.
"Awesome!" Bellowed Gazzy. I heard the clap of a high five, so Iggy's obviously okay.
"I'm okay," Came Angel's squeaky voice.
"Whoa." That has to be the shortest sentence Nudge has ever uttered. The Cullens were all okay, so I waited for Fang. And waited. And waited.
"Fang?" I called out.
"Ohmygod, Max, get over here!" Nudge screamed from across the room, panic filling her every word. I rushed to her side, and what I saw chilled my bones. Fang. Lying crumpled on the floor, with a little tranquilizer dart barely visible in his neck. And attached to the dart was a note. With shaking fingers, I peeled off the note, and read it out loud.
"Maximum," It said plainly, "we know where you are. Always. And we are always watching. Your 'Fang' will be awake soon. This is only a warning. We would like to arrange a meeting with your interesting new 'friends'. We'll be in touch. You know who we are..." I trailed off, as the little white piece of paper with the blood red writing on it fell from the fingers of a girl with wavering hands and a shaking voice, me, and drifted slowly down to the dirty floor.
"Crap."

one of m fave chappies 2 write. hope u enjoyed. u patience is no longer needed, young grasshopper(chanelly), lol. hope u dont mind the shortness. please excuse any spelling errors. Peace.

~MysteryXx