~ Izzy ~

We landed in an alley where not much people were, and I sighed leaning against the wall. "What did y'all want?" I asked looking at them.

They sighed, "Iz, we know how you hate us, 'n' we're so sorry. We really are. When we found out what Angel had done. . . .we were angry. Iz, I hope one day you will forgive us. I truly do." Max said looking at me from her position.

"I hope we see you again, I'll be sure to keep in contact. . . .until then, I persuaded Max to call for protection. Someone the Voice told her to call. Goodbye, Iz. " Fang says before he hugged me, "We'll miss you."

I giggled softly, "I'll miss you all too, F-Nick." I say teasingly, he laughed and he and Max flew off. When I knew they were gone I leaned against the wall before sitting down. I sighed and let a tear slip. I then flew away.

~ • ❤ • ~

It was three days after my meeting with Max and Fang. I knew that they were know somewhere, and had encountered something between the Flock. I, however, did not rush there. I couldn't. I did not want to see what was wrong with them, I knew it would only bring me pain.

Especially when they made me leave again.

So, I sat against a building beside a water puddle, looking at my reflection. I was in a white sweater, with black skinny jeans, and some random shoes I didn't know were called, then again I don't know half the things mentioned, like Tom's, Jordan's, high waisted jeans, cardigans, ya know, stuff like that.

"You bored?" I heard someone ask, I turned to him, and he was hot! He had silver blond hair, crimson red eyes, a built body, and he was in a tight white shirt with blue jeans and some boots on. He also had on a hat and he was walking toward me.

For what I had not a clue, as I knew I wasn't pretty, and yet I see his eyes traveling up and down my body. I cast my eyes away and turned my head looking towards my right, resting my left arm in my lap, and bringing one foot up.

"So, ya aren't goin' ta speak ta me then, sug?" he asked as he appears in front of me.

I sighed, "I. . .I don't talk to people. . .I. .I am. .uh, anti-social?" I say, thinking of something quickly. Did you expect me to say, ‘Oh, you know, I just don't want to talk to you becae you are really hot, and I do not want to get to involved because you seem different, yet my flight or fight instincts are not telling me anything, so now I am debating with myself.’?

That would definitely work well, "Well, so am I sug." he asked.

I sighed, "I. . uh. . .also do not like interacting with people. Especially people who are like you. . " I mumbled looking away.

"Oh, come on, we can talk simple. Here, let me introduce myself, darlin', I am Peter."

I sighed, "I'm Lucy." I stood up and began to walk the way I was facing.

"Wait! Please, 'm sorry, I just. . .you reminded me of someone. . .someone who died some time ago."

"I'm sorry too. . .I do want to talk to you, Peter, I honestly do. . .but I can't. I am involved in things you do not need to join in. Please understand. I hope to meet again."

Before he could reply I turned and ran away. I ran from another problem. One I hoped would be solved, and would not be put into a difficult equation. I hoped.

~ • ❤ • ~

I sat down at an abandoned apartment and closed my eyes ready to sleep. I was now in Los Angeles, and I had found an abandoned building where I could sleep. I shivered from the cold and let my eyes shut.

"Oh, Izzy!" I heard someone call, I peeked and saw a man with black hair, brown eyes, and he had a smile.

"Boo!" I say jumping out.

"Ah!" he said playfully gasping. 

"Nickolas. It is time." a woman said walking in. Nick nodded and grabbed me and we walked outside, where a carriage was at.

"No! No, Daddy please! I do not want to leave!" I cry holding him tightly.

"Hey, I will always be right here. In your heart. Do not forget me, okay, angel?  You will always be in my mind." he set me down and I nodded turning around to get in the carriage before I turned back and hugged him tightly.

"Daddy, make sure to tell Mommy I love her. I will miss her, too." I say before I got in the carriage.

I looked back at the scene. My Papa crying. The carriage began moving, "Bye, bye, Papa! I love you! I love you, too, Mama!" I call, and blew a kiss their way.

I woke up abruptly, just as I almost always did.  I knew it wasn't all just that. There was more to it. I just did not know what.