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