Hello there. So, I hadn't expected this sort of enthusiasm for this story. I mean, it was written quite a while ago, and the cut for the first chapter was a bit rough, but… people seem to like it, so here ya go. Capítulo Dos.

FPOV

It's a really good thing that I'm skilled at hiding my emotions. Otherwise, I would have been wearing an "oh shhhhhhhhhh-" face as I looked up into the eyes of the blonde man stepping towards me.

"My name is Carlisle Cullen," he said, in a calm, soothing voice. A voice that had 'trap' written all over it. I didn't even flinch.

"Who are you?" said another, this one a bronze-haired guy. Slightly more assertive, but still not blatantly evil. I remained silent. Why would I tell them anything about Max and me? The second they found out that they weren't like them, stuff was gonna hit the fan. Or did they know already?

"Or more importantly, what are you?"

Well, that cleared that question up.

My stomach didn't stop dropping until it hit my toes. They'd seen the wings. Awesome. Because there's ANY plausible excuse for that one.

I stopped to take another look around me, at these mysterious people. Three women and three men. The women seemed harmless enough, but the men… the two that had spoken were fairly muscular, and besides them, there was a bear of a man that looked like he ate bird kids for breakfast. Could I fight my way out of this?

I'm good. But I'm not that good.

Max was usually the one to make these kinds of decisions. I racked my brains, and came up with the Icy-Spicy's #1 Rule of Espionage, Combat, and Capture: "As long as they think they're in control, YOU are." Or maybe that was #2, and #1 was "Assume enemy until proven ally." Either way, both applied.

"Please," said the too-nice-to-be-true blonde. "I'm a doctor. I can help your friend. Just let me help her."

I looked down at Max's shoulder, then up at him. She couldn't fly. I couldn't carry her. We were on our own. And I may not have a degree in much of anything, but I could tell that losing that much blood was not good. Maybe this was a trap. Maybe I was leading us both to our deaths. But I couldn't help her, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let my paranoia get in the way of getting her to someone who could.

Plus, this gave them the illusion of control. I was still really in control. …right?

"Alright," I said. "For her."

"Good," Carlisle said. "Let's get her inside." He motioned for bear-man to pick her up, and I was in his face between him and Max in about half a second. I saw the challenge flash in his eyes, but my own must have answered, because he backed off. He knew what it meant to protect your loved ones, I think.

I scooped up Max in my arms. For the second time that day, my heart gave a dangerous little skip. Here, looking as much like death as I'd ever seen her, she was so vulnerable. Her head was flung back, the white of her throat seeming too pale for life. My brain cried out that Max would never let herself be this defenseless. It was impossible for Max, fearless Max, indestructible Max to ever be at the mercy of strangers.

It was up to me now. I may be the muscle of the group, not the brains, but for Max, I would step up. I would be better, faster, stronger, and smarter… for Max.

And there you have. I know, I know, a little OOC for Fang, but I like his gushy side. It makes me wanna hug him like a pillow pet, yanno? Also, didja like my rule there? Bwahaha. Couldn't help it. Icy-Spicy likes to be in her own stories every once in a while ;) But come now, the time for me rambling is over, and now it's time for you to click that little button down there and REVIEW! Kay, thanks, bye!
~Icy-Spicysocks