"Fang," Iggy stated as his brother came up to him in his usual black attire, stopping just inches away from him.
"Iggy," Was the only word from Fang's mouth.
"It's been nineteen years. Nineteen anniversaries. You haven't come, you haven't called, and you haven't visited anyone. I know everyone grieves in their own ways, but disappearing? The kids lost one member. They didn't need to lose another."
Iggy had said it all in monotone, no sadness or anger or confusion — monotone. Because Iggy understood why he had left for nineteen years, but not why he hadn't communicated at all. Knowing this, Fang said nothing, only walked past him, kneeling in front of the stone, placing the letter under all the flowers.
Iggy glanced at the familiar letter and sighed. "So, how have these nineteen years treated you?"
"Same as the rest," Fang stated, not caring to elaborate, "How has the vision been treating you?"
Iggy flinched slightly. "Fine. Angel's arrived."
It was Fang's turn to flinch, and he turned to see the grownup Angel screech as she began sending visions into his head.
Fang lifted his dagger as flames danced around them, ripping through the air like enraged tigers, dancing to the beatings of their erratic hearts. Fang had Max pinned under him, his hand gripping her throat, his knees crushing her thighs. His teeth were clenched, and he seemed to be in great agony, even though he had only a couple of second-degree burns and a few scratches.
Angel was screaming at Fang, jerking at his dagger arm, but it stayed in place, his gaze not wavering from the morphed target underneath him. Fang glanced at Angel and shifted his arm back, and Angel thought she had won, until he thrusted his dagger down, like ripping off a band-aid, straight into the heart of her mother and his love.
This did not affect Fang, for he had repeated it in his head more the a million times before.
"How dare you come back here," Angel screamed, "You killed her!"
"I saved her."
"No, you could've saved her, like you saved me! But you killed her!" Angel was in front of Fang now, sending the most powerful punches she could into his chest.
"I made a promise. It's what she would have wanted, and you know that," Fang told her, grasping her hands.
Angel's eyes welled with tears, and she stumbled backwards. Before she could crumble to the ground, Iggy caught her, gathering her into his arms.
To Fang, in it's own way, it was a happy ending; Max made her own decision, and he kept his promise.