CHAPTER 1 -Fang's Point of View

I scraped the melted cheese off of a waxy McDonalds wrapper. I had gotten lucky that it was still warm. Maybe if it was a good day today, I would find some apple pie. I suppose I should explain myself a little bit here. Well it wasn't always like this, but who knows what it was like before? I don't have any idea. Sometimes I wonder if anyone else knows what life was like, even three years ago, maybe... Oh, I sounded so stupid lately, like a totally depressed emo person. Whatever, for those of you that think I am one; I am not emo.

As I cracked open a Pepsi, it foamed over the sides. Not very cold like I had hoped for, but still refreshing. You gotta love dumpsters. Or not in my case, when you've lived in them as long as you can remember. Just another reminder of how sad life is lately. People on the streets can't answer my questions and if I remembered anything, I'm sure I couldn't answer their questoins either. There was one thing I did know though. Although there was no proof of anything, I was positive the White Coats had erased my memory or somehting. Now I was searching for something to bring it back. I have pretty limited knowledge for anything except where I grew up; a lab, and the hobo signals. That's all I remember, no more, no less. Wow, I had to stop this habit of talking to myself. I coughed, and something stirred next to me. 'Oh my god, what is that!' My brain screamed. I stilled, hoping not to attract any attention.

"Look mommy! A raccoon, and a dirty boy with green hair! In the big garbage can!" A little brown haired girl in a sun dress, parka and rain boots squealed.

'A raccoon!' My heart raced. I can't just sit here with a bunch of food, it's gonna shred me for it! I hopped out of the trash piles in a hurry, and wait- did she say green? I sloshed in my sneakers as my feet pounded the pavement toward an alley with a broken mirror laying on the ground. Through the cracks, I could clearly see that my hair indeed was green. My hair, oh my wonderful, glorious hair! It was no longer a lustful black, but an ugly mangled colorful mess. It almost, almost looked like Flubber had puked on it. I stared at the image in front of me with disgust. It's LIME GREEN! Had I fallen asleep in clorine or something?

Eeeeeeeeek! I squealed. You would have thought I was a little six-year-old girl if you had heard me!

Maybe, just maybe it would wash out. No, I'd been standing in the rain for almost twenty minutes. There was no way that this was going to wash out anytime soon. I'm stuck with it, like I'm stuck with living in dumpsters. Bad luck seemed to cling to me everywhere I went these days. No memory, no answers, no beautiful hair... Snap out of it Fang. New york is a giant city, someone could be lurking around. You never know with all the creepers in the alleys...

Meandering footsteps stalked out from behind the bushes. I froze, completely paralyzed. It didn't sound like more than one person, so it shouldn't have been a gang. No shouts, so no cops. Who was it then? Had they come to my scream, or had they been watching me until I was alone? Major note to self- Don't run into abandoned alleys and do a girly squeal. Was my life about to end or what?

"What's up dude? A man's accent asked me. "Been a long time, but I would know that sound anywhere. It is you, right Fang?"

I couldn't have been more relieved not to die, but now I was curious. Oh, no it wasn't a man, perhaps a teenager, and he knew my name, but how? Did I know him? He sounded about 17 or 18. My thoughts were reeling as he began to speak again. This time I was feeling a little nausiated.

"It's been how long, like three years now? Where are the others? Kat died, I know that, but you must have seen them somewhere around here? America isn't that big, now is it? Though it is a whole new experience for me. I actually came to find Colleen, but you'll help me find her right? Fang?"

Wait a second, I knew that voice... I spun around to find my suspisions correct- "Harry? What on earth are you doing here?"

The 18 year-old teenager strode away, and I followed, with no troubles keeping up to his quick pace. We came to an another alley, then turned a right onto a street with a shabby looking motel hidden by graffiti and overgrown bushes that looked like mutant trees. Dirt was piled around the sides and you could see cracks in a few of the windows. He pressed the doorbell, then we creeped inside. Well, let me rephrase that. Then, I creeped inside. That's better. Harry came to another door and swung it open revealing an extremely long and tall staircase. Like, it went up about 8 stories, with occasional doors off to the sides. I sighed as we started climbing and of course, after 15 slow minutes, we reached the top and stopped at an oak door with a green rug in front. Ugh, more green. As if my hair wasn't enough for one day. Harry pulled a small, silver key from his pocket and unlocked the deadbolt, then turned the golden knob.

We entered and sat in two wicker chairs with red and mustard yellow cushions. I cautiously stood up, afraid I was going to fall down into the floor and looked out of a great green framed window, onto the streets below. Suddenly Harry yelled to me from the kitchen.

"Supper's ready" he called.

After three bites of a burger and half of a soda for lunch, I was so relieved to smell home made food. I grabbed a bowl of noodles and soup, then sat down. Oh wow, the smell was just invigorating. 1, 2, 3, I counted, then dug in, spoon and fork in both hands, stuffing my face. When I was finished, I looked up at Harry's bowl of bloody human meat and almost lost my supper. Oh, that's so gross, my face explained to him. We both laughed as he dug in. Harry's a vampire for those of you that couldn't figure this out. Lock your doors at night. And while you're at it lock your windows. I don't mean he's going to climb your wall and hop in, I mean he's going to fly onto your window sill and open your window. Then he is going to hop into your room and murder you during the middle of the night. I'm not trying to terrify you, but well, he will do it.

While I say he's going to fly, I don't mean he's superman. I mean with wings. (90% human, 2% bird, 8% vampire.) And not the type of vampire that dies in the sunlight, or sparkles. Just one that looks normal, (aside from the wings) and also acts fairly normal. As far as normal goes, anyway. (But eats humans of course.) Occasionally, he is known to eat regular food, but it doesn't do anything to him but hurt his stomach. Of course he's constantly being mauled by fangirls of all ages. He doesn't mind it. (I think he likes it actually.) But I'm impressed; with the way he acts, no one's killed him yet. I'm not saying I want him to die, but somebody had to be out there to get him.

I inhaled sharply as it all came back to me. The agents were. That must be why he left his country and came here to find Colleen. He wanted to find her and make sure she's safe. Harry worriedly asked me if I was okay. All I could do was nod, so he just shrugged and went on to slurping the rest of the blood from his bowl like milk from a bowl of cheerios. He swept his blonde hair off to the side. I complemented him with a "It looks good" after he explained it was growing out after his last barber incident. The "Fang" cut was more like "crew" cut. Oh, well, it's almost to my length, not quite the shoulders, and it's growing still. He'll get the look soon. Hopefully he doesn't go back to that hair cutter soon, or even better, he could never go back to that place ever again. It was just a thought though.

My deep black wings unfurled against the window I was leaning on. Yes, the huge one. Harry came over to where I was standing, and then got the evil grin; Colleen used to get it all the time. That means he's going to do something very bad. I stared at him, wondering what he was going to do. Wait! I thought suddenly. The window. OH PLEASE, HARRY, NOT THE WINDOW! I'm leaning right against the crack in it, and I'll be the first to-

He unfurled his wings as well, a pure white, with the bottom halves a mixture of dark and light red-tinted brown. I had to admit, they were coolio, as we referred to things "Cool". Better than my plain ones, I'd give him that. But my overall was cooler, since mine were black. People say they match my "emo" look, but I will tell you again, I am not emo!

"Harry! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! I shouted as he punched the window. He just laughed, and gave it another kick. Then, suddenly, he grabbed my shirt by the collar and literally picked me up and dragged me across the room. And HE THREW ME, across the room, into the crack. It shattered under me, and I was spiraling down fast. I flapped my wings to gain speed, until I was in the sky above the building. I only had three words for him now as he joined me.

"You. Are. Dead." I panted.