So I heard a really cute song on the radio, well, internet radio, and I decided to get back into these books. Check it out if you're into Christian rock, it's Satisfy by 10th avenue north. Okay, so this is the next addition to our Fang series. Let's go!

I rolled over in my bed, stretching my arms and legs out. My hand collided with something hard, and out of nowhere, that hard something bit my hand. But then the bite turned into kisses, and I felt content once again.

I turned to look at Fang, and he was smiling at me. "Good morning." He said.

"Mmm." I replied, leaning in to kiss his lips. He kissed back, and we were 'preoccupied' for a few minutes.

"I love you." I murmured into his hair. I was stroking it, kissing the tips, brushing it from his eyes. "I like your hair without the tangles and snarls." I said smartly.

"Watch it, I can say the same about you." He said, eyes narrowing.

"I know, but you wouldn't. Not when you just love me so much." I flirted, stroking his bare chest. I found it quite funny how up until he and I started to sleep together he wore a t-shirt to bed. Just a little FF (Fang fact).

"So you don't love me?" he asked, mocking me. "Give me that ring back." He said, and I playfully slapped him on the cheek. At least, it was playful to me, but I realized it was just a bit too hard and he rubbed it. "I guess that's my answer as to how much you love me."

"Sorry." I moaned.

"It's okay honey. I forgive you." He said, seeking my other hand under the twisted covers, kissing each of the fingers before kissing the ring. "And I do love you. I also know that you love me this much." He said, stretching out his arms to both sides to show how much.

I laughed, and he did too. At least, he did up until Iggy waltzed into the room, running a hand casually through his long hair. "They sent the blind guy so I didn't need to see anything." He said, still having a look of yuckiness on his face.

"Well then I guess I should paint the walls to this room white." I said.

"Uh, no you shouldn't." Fang answered quickly. Since we shared the room, the walls in here were black. The bathroom walls were white.

"That's okay Max. Don't strain yourself."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm rolling my eyes Ig."

"Your mom says time for breakfast, and that she's also giving Fang, Gazzy and I haircuts later." He said.

When he walked out, I shut the door and hopped into the shower. Fang was on the other side of the dark curtain brushing his teeth when it happened. The water shut off, the lights went out, and everyone in the house was quiet, just like I had taught them in a time of crisis.

I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around myself, and jumped out, peeking through the key hole to the bedroom.

"That isn't the power going out, otherwise the water would have stayed on." I whispered, while Fang silently spit out his toothpaste. He rubbed my back, letting me know just how stressed he was without saying anything.

"I'm gonna go check it out." He said, pushing me gently out of the way.

"What? No, I'm the leader, I should go check it out." I protested in a whisper.

He shrugged, opening the door. "I'll be back. But put some clothes on." He advised.

I did what he told me to do. I quickly pulled my jeans and cami and zip-up hoodie on, and put my boots on, tucking my jeans into them.

I crept quietly out to my room, peering around carefully. I hadn't heard anything that gave away any sign of a struggle, but then why wasn't Fang back yet? I had my back to the door, and I heard it slam shut.

"Well what took you so long?" I asked Fang, not turning around.

There was no answer. My pulse quickened as I felt fresh adrenaline pound through my veins. My hands curled into fists, and I spun around, just in time to see an Eraser holding Fang in a headlock throw Fang out of the room, locking the door behind him.

I threw myself at the Eraser. How dare he even think about hurting Fang? I pounded my fists into him, but then another crashed into the room from my window. Soon it was twenty against one, and there wasn't enough room for me to fight them all off. One landed a kick at my ribs, probably cracking one. Then another swept me off my feet, making me land on the floor, wincing at the fresh pain of my ribs.

I heard pounding on the door as an Eraser kicked me in the back of my head. I saw stars, and black gathered in my pool of vision, and everything was black. I heard faint shouting in the background, fading fast.

"Damn, Chu's gonna kill us!"

"Max! No!"

"You weren't supposed to kill it dumbass!"

Then the last one I barely caught, I could have imagined it. "Max, I love you! I'll get you back Max! Even if I have to die for you!" Fang. Faannnng. Faaaaannnnnggggg. It got harder and harder to think, and I couldn't really feel my pulse anymore. And then I didn't feel it at all. I didn't feel anything at all.

RIP Max. We'll all miss you. I know, it's the first chapter, and the main character has already died. Oh well. Too bad. Go ahead, hate me. Review.