Intro: Max has just been introduced formally to Fang in her junior year.

But she's known him, she's watched him, and she wants him.

I see him laughing whenever I act clutzy.

He's always there, always laughing when I make a mistake. Fang.

I don't know if he's mocking me, but I definitely don't like messing up like that. I'm to scared to talk to him; I keep overthinking everything. What if he actually likes me? On the other hand...what if he doesn't like me?

So it came to be that day when we came face-to-face at junior prom. The lights were low, and my favorite song was on.

He was there, his brilliant black eyes looking into mine, his lips parted, asking me, Max, come dance. I only stared at him, and I knew exactly what he was thinking about. My skin. My skin was heavenly. It was shining, sparkling, twinkling in the multicolored lights. His skin was normal, peach-colored, slightly tanned. His skin brushed against mine.

Yes! Yes! I want to dance! my mind screamed. But my hands went cold and my heart stopped and I was unable to speak. I only looked at him in awe, because he had spoken to me. Never had he spoken to me like this before.

"It took you two years!" I blurted, and then I quickly covered my mouth, my cheeks turning bright red.

He was blushing, too. "I'm sorry - "

"No, it's okay," I interrupted him, feeling a sudden burst of confidence. "It's just that I've liked you since freshman year, and I've wanted you to talk to me forever. And now you do, two years after I first started liking you. Anyway, yes. I do want to dance."

He smiled, and his adorable dimples made my heart melt. He offered me and his hand and I took it, smiling brightly, ignoring the darkening ice clouded over my soul.

Every step I took was ethereal.

I was in a dream; I was in Heaven. But both my conscience and I knew I belong in Hell.

On the dancefloor with my first and only love at last, I put my hands on his shoulders and he placed his hands on my hips. We swayed to the beat, and then the music turned slow. We slowly took steps, and laughed softly because we both failed at dancing.

"Why me?" I asked quietly, looking up at him.

"Huh?" he seemed startled.

"Why did you ask me?"

"You're beautiful."

"That's all?" I scowled. "Because I'm pretty?"

"No. You're beautiful, you tell the cutest jokes, and I think you're amazing, inside and out."

If I was melted already, I literally liquified at that moment. "I fell in love with you freshman year. I've been waiting for you to talk to me for a long time, and I just can't believe my eyes right now. Or my ears," I added, which made him laugh.

"I was just a bit shy. I'm kind of over that now," he assured me.

I smiled, and bit my lip. It was time to have my share of his life. He leaned forward and kissed me. Electric sparks zipped through my body, and I felt a kind of...hunger. Not the hunger I'd known Katniss had felt when she'd kissed Peeta on TV, but another kind of hunger...

I twined my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He reached out and combed his fingers through my hair, and at that moment, I knew I had him...

he was mine.

My Fang.

Mwahahahahaaaa.

I bared my fangs and bit into the soft flesh of his neck.

*Shivers* ...that was somewhat creepy. I'm going to go watch Easy A now.