Note from Alice: Okay. Who else is totally ticked off at Fang for leaving? Yeah. Me too. If you're team Dylan, you do know that Dylan is secretly Justin Beiber, right? If that makes it even better, I'm sorry. Anyways, let's do this thing…

Disclaimer: *sighs*

Iggy: Go on.

I don't *sob* own Fang!

Fang was walking along the tall mountains. He kicked a stone with his boot, reminiscing on the choice he'd made. He remembered every word of the letter he'd left. He remembered when writing it seemed so hard, he couldn't continue. But the flock was in danger whenever he was around. And the kids' safety came first.

He sighed and looked at the sun. Time to set up camp. He started a small fire and sat down on a rock, warming his hands. Nightmares would definitely haunt him tonight.

He was hungry, so he dug around in his backpack for something to eat. He pulled out a Snickers bar after digging through quite a few other necessities.

A sudden realization hit him. He hadn't deleted his files off the computer before he left! Max was going to see everything. He mentally whacked himself.

There wasn't much he could do now. Not for 20 years, if he lasted that long. So, he lay down, closed his eyes, and waited for sleep to come along.

The next thing he knew, he was walking up to birds chirping and the red of the sunrise shining on his face. He sat up and stretched.

He turned around to pick up his backpack, but found that it was missing.

He swore under his breath and stood up. Everything he owned that he had taken was in the small backpack! He stretched some more.

"Gah!" he exclaimed, tripping over a rock in haste of his backing up.

Sitting cross-legged on a rock in front of him was a short red-haired girl with topaz eyes. She had on jeans, a low cut top, and black Converse. She looked about 19. She tilted her head at him. In her lap she held his backpack.

"Who…who are you?" Fang asked the girl.

"I'm your worst nightmare," she said solemnly, staring straight at him.

"Um, where did you come from?" he asked.

She smirked. "Where do you think?"

"I don't know," he growled, getting up. "I do know that you have my backpack there."

"This?" she pointed to the backpack.

"Yes. Give it here," he ordered.

"Hmm…nah. That'd be too easy," she said standing up.

"I said give it here," Fang approached the girl slowly. He was way taller and more muscular than she was.

"Who says I have to?" she asked.

"Me," he said, lunging suddenly at her. He fired a kick that would have hit her square in the chest. But she suddenly disappeared.

She appeared behind him and pulled his legs out. She put her foot on top of his neck.

She moved almost supernaturally fast, thought Fang.

"That was too easy! Come on! You have to fight for it," she yanked him up by the hood of his sweatshirt.

"Why are you here?" he coughed.

"I am here to annoy the crap out of you until you go back to the flock," she said.

"Never. And can I have my backpack back?" Fang asked. He didn't question her because he figured he probably wouldn't get much of a straight answer.

"In that case, no," she started bounding away down the hill.

Fang sighed and ran after her. "You have to sleep some time."

"No, actually, no I don't," she yelled back, bounding away faster.

Fang groaned she was going in the total opposite direction of the way he was supposed to be headed. He would leave her, but he needed that backpack.

The girl suddenly appeared back next to him. "Come on, you are no fun! If you ever want this backpack back you have to come get it!" she exclaimed.

"Fine," Fang stood up. "But can I at least get your name?"

She pursed her lips. "Scarlet."

Scarlet. Scarlet. Had he heard that name before? He didn't think so.

"Come on!" Scarlet shouted and started running down the hill again.

Fang groaned. "Why me?" he muttered and ran after her.