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so, i'm loving the reviews. Keep 'em coming!!

and I am very proud to say that one of the beloved reviewers took the plunge and requested a oneshot! Thanks to SweeneyLovett!

More requests are muchly needed! and if you don't like one of the shots, tell me and I'll try to write a different version to suit your needs. :P This is pretty much stress relief for me.. Lol.

Oh! and another reviewer AlyxTheDarkWanderer pointed out that it would be easier to read if I included the POV so I did that for these ones. It's pretty obvious, but in case there's any confusion, MPOV is Max, FPOV is Fang, and 3POV is 3rd person. Thanks for the tip, my dear!

and sorry if some of them are slightly OOC. I'm not trying too hard on 're just fun to write :)

But I love attention! Keep reading if ya like whatcha see!


12. I Wanna Make You Move (MPOV)

"Max. Come on," Fang pleaded with me. "Just once?"

I glared at him. "You know I can't dance."

"Please, Max?" He raised his eyebrows, looking ever so handsome in his black prom tux. "For me?" I looked around me at all the wildly gyrating people. Sweat and the scent of bad punch mingled in the air. I wrinkled my noise as Fang rubbed my arm soothingly. "Please?"

Seemingly on cue, the fast, make-you-wanna-move hip-hop set changed to a slow-tempo acoustic song. I groaned. "How do I always seem to get manipulated into doing these things?"

Fang's arms snaked around my waist and he gazed into my eyes zealously. "Because you love me," he whispered huskily, and pulled me out onto the dance floor. I rested my cheek against his chest and kind of just swayed to the music. I felt the deep rumble of Fang's laugh. "You know, you kind of have to move your feet for it to count as dancing," he said into my hair.

I looked up and glared at him. "Uh-uh. You wanted me to dance; this is how I'm doing it. Take it or leave it."

He rolled his eyes and grinned at me. "I guess I'll take what I can get."


13. Fireworks In My Brain Are Probably Not Helping My Lack Of Education. (MPOV)

Fang kissed me hungrily, pressing his body against mine, forcing my back up against the wall. I sighed against his lips and slid my hands up his chest and around his neck, rubbing random patterns on the skin there.

Fang's arms went around my waist and pulled me even closer so there was no space between us. It never ceased to amaze me how our bodies fit so perfectly together. It was like they were two pieces of a puzzle, joining to become one. We…meshed.

But now all I could think of was how good Fang's lips felt moving against mine. I didn't have to think about the techniques of kissing, I didn't have to break it all down into step-step-step routines; it just…worked. It flowed.

My heart was racing, my breathing quick and short as he moved down my neck, kissing softly and leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

I loved him. I was too far gone, I fell too hard. I wasn't going back now. I couldn't back down. Fang was mine, and I wanted him to stay like that. I needed him. I wanted him. And I knew he felt the same. I tipped my head back and breathed in the perfection.

Fang.


14. Airplanes, Shoes, And Other Things That Fly. (MPOV)

"You jerk!" I yelled, stuffing my things into the suitcase. T-shirt. Jeans. Bra. "How could you do that to me?!" One striped sock. Hoodie. Boxers.

Hold up. Boxers?!

"Oops," I muttered and chucked them at the clothing-strewn hotel floor. Fang looked murderous. His arms were crossed over his broad, muscular chest, his face hard and set like stone, his eyes blazing. There's no turning back now, I thought, and stepped closer, placing my hands on my hips. We stared each other down for a moment, then both opened our mouths and started to talk at the same time.

"You—"

"I—"

He glared at me. "You go first." Huh. Chivalry, even when he wants to murder me. How thoughtful.

But his calmness just escalated my annoyance. I shrieked in frustration and threw my hands in the air, turning back to my suitcase. "I don't want to talk to you right now, Fang. Please just leave, okay?"

His arms dropped to his sides and his hands clenched into fists. "I'm not going anywhere, Max."

I glowered at him, grinding my teeth together, then picked up a random shoe from the bed and threw it at him as hard as I could. Which, by the way was pretty hard if I do say so myself. Fang rubbed his shoulder, where I'd pelted him and set his jaw. "Max, that's—"

"I don't want to hear it, you jerk." My suitcase was full and I zipped it up quickly. "But I'm not leaving until you do."

He narrowed his eyes even more. "No, I'm not leaving till you do."

I took a step closer and looked him straight in the eye. "Yes. You. Are."

He leaned down till his forehead was thisclose to mine. "No. I'm. Not."

I looked from one of his dark, swirling eyes to another, then in a split-second, crushed my lips against his. His reaction was almost immediate. His arms circled my waist and he lifted my feet off the ground.

"I hate you, Fang," I murmured into his neck.

He drew back and smiled at me. "I love you, too."


15. Broken – Seether (Feat. Amy Lee) [ DEDICATED TO SWEENEYLOVETT. THANKS FOR THE REVIEW AND THE IDEA! ] (3POV)

Fang growled low in his throat and ran his hands through his hair. These last few weeks had been torture. Max was gone with CSM, touring the world with her mom and sister. She'd asked Fang to come along, but he knew he had to stay with the flock and watch over them.

But now he was seriously regretting his decision. Without Max—even though he hated to admit this—he felt weak. Meaningless. Hopeless. Pointless. Like there was nothing to look forward to when he came home from work. No point in living, no reason for trying his hardest. He went through the motions, but put nothing into it. He was a shell, bottomless, empty, pathetic, weak.

Besides a few sporadic phone calls and emails, he hadn't heard from Max at all. He didn't know how she was doing, if she was happy…

If she missed him as much as he missed her.

Fang sighed, his hand shielding his eyes, as if sheltering himself from the knowledge that Max wasn't there with him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the old, worn-around-the-edges photo of Max he always kept with him.

He remembered exactly when and where he had taken it. They had gone flying one day, and Nudge had still been in her photography phase, so she'd brought her Nikon with her to try and get some "cool shots."

Gazzy and Iggy had just said something really funny and Max had her head thrown back and was full-out laughing, the look on her face was pure joy. Nudge had somehow managed to capture that moment with her camera, and the first time Fang saw it, he asked Nudge to give it to him.

His lips curled into an automatic smile. Whenever he looked at this picture, it seemed to lift his spirits a little. Made him happy. Well, as happy as he could be without Max. He slumped back in his chair again, the sounds of the rest of the flock echoing from upstairs.

Max, Max, Max…

He heard the faint sound of a key in the lock in the front door, but he disregarded it as one of the flock coming home from work or something. He didn't really care anyway.

He closed his eyes and was about to doze off into a fitful state of rest when he heard a voice right by his ear, smelled the familiar scent that was uniquely her, felt her cool breath blow on his skin.

"Miss me?"

And as cliché as it sounds, it was almost like the pieces of him that had felt lacking while she was gone were put back in place. The sick feeling in the pit of his stomach was replaced with flutters of ecstasy. "Max!" He jumped up and wrapped his arms around her tightly. She grinned and snuggled into him, her arms around his waist. "Oh, I missed you. Don't ever leave me again."

"I missed you, too." Her voice was muffled from his shirt. He pulled back and held her at arm's length, studying her. A smile played on her lips. "And I won't."

He smiled, then his brow furrowed. "You're home early."

She laughed. Oh, he loved the way she laughed. He had missed the sound of it so much. "I wanted to surprise you guys. Speaking of which," she glanced around the empty first floor, "where's the rest of the flock?"

As if on cue, five heads peeked around the corner. "Max!" Angel shrieked and ran towards her. The others followed her lead and soon Max was separated from Fang and surrounded by the rest of the flock, plus Total. Through all shouts and commotion, she caught his eye and winked, mouthing, "later."

He grinned.

The worst was over and now he could breathe again.

And later couldn't come soon enough.


16. Hand In Mine (3POV)

Max stared at the cave tunnel in horror. No. No, no. Nononononono!

Fang watched her panic out of the corner of his eye. He knew she was doing her best to cover it up, but she couldn't fool him.

He reached over and took Max's hand. Shivers ran up and down her spine. She didn't dare look at him. Alright, maybe she did. She stole a glance at his face, stoic as ever, and caught him looking at her as well. She colored slightly and tried to tug her hand out of his grasp, but his hold was strong and firm. Again, tingles lit her body on fire, adrenaline and ecstasy pumping through her veins, and consequently turning her brain into mush. All coherent train of thought was lost. "Uh…"

Fang leaned closer, so close some of his messy, dark hair brushed against her forehead. "Relax," he breathed.

She tried to protest, but found her voice wouldn't quite work. It was so unfair, the effect he had on her.

But she had to admit, the way his hand curled protectively around hers, his cool, minty breath against her skin… It was calming.

Fang still watched her, watched as her pupils finally returned to their regular size, felt the pulse in her wrist gradually slow down a bit. Then he gazed evenly at the tunnel and said as casually as possible, "we don't have to go in there, you know."

Max turned and stared at him. "Uh, yeah. We do." She sniffed. "I have my pride, you know."

Fang hid a smile. "Oh, I know."

She glared at him openly, then turned back to the matter at hand and steeled herself, walked towards it slowly, still clinging tightly to Fang's hand, squeezed her eyes shut, and started to bend down into the dark passageway… The dark, forboding passageway that seemed to swallow everyone who entered it whole and chew them up, spit them out, not hope of surviving, dark, damp, small, cramped, like a…cage

Max stood up abruptly and bumped into Fang accidentally. But she seemed distracted so he didn't comment on it. Her eyes looked a little glazed over. "Fang?"

"Yeah?"

"You said we didn't…have to go in that…thing, right?"

He squeezed her hand. "Uh huh."

Her eyes finally came back into focus and she cleared her throat and looked up at him. "Okay, well, I mean if you really don't want to or anything, I would be totally fine with that. If you're…scared. Or something. I would be happy to stay with you and just wait for the others."

Fang fought a smile. "Thank you for being so understanding, Max. Now that I think about it, the hole does look a little scary." He rubbed her hand with his thumb. "I would appreciate it if you stayed here with me."

Max looked relieved. "Good—I mean, I'd be glad to."

Fang shook his head and pulled her closer to him. She shivered again, despite the muggy summer heat. His eyes locked with hers. His lips curled upward into an amused grin. "You and your ego, Max."

She huffed and tried to cross her arms, but found it slightly hard to do with Fang's hand still holding hers. So she settled for hands on her hips. "My ego had nothing to do with this."

His mouth still held a ghost of a smile as he turned towards the face of the cave. "Oh, right, right."

She was silent for a moment, then tugged on his hand so he looked at her. "Fang?"

"Hmm?"

She looked at the ground. "Thanks for…staying with me."

His eyes brightened at this, but she was staring at the cave floor and she didn't see it. "You're welcome, Max." He gave her hand a quick squeeze and a faint smirk traced his lips. "Just having the opportunity to hold your hand was worth it." Which earned him a punch to the arm.

He smiled, but thought to himself. There was definitely a playful meaning in his words, but they held truth, too. He didn't care about some stupid cave. He meant everything he'd ever done for her.

It had been worth it.

Max was worth it.


17. "And I Was Like, 'Why are you so Obsessed with me?'" (MPOV)

I sank my teeth into my victim slowly, viciously, the sweet sensation mingling with the empowering rush of the hunt. I didn't think, didn't hear, didn't speak, just felt.

Yum.

And now little one, you die… Muahaha!

"Uh…Max?"

Crap! I looked up, crumbs covering my lips with tell-tale evidence. I wasn't sure, but I could've sworn there was a sheepish expression on my face. My voice was about three octaves higher than usual. "Yeah?"

Fang gave me an exasperated look when he realized what had happened. "Not again." He crouched down beside me and took the mangled item from my hands. I felt like a five-year-old kid. "Max, first the chocolate chip cookies and now these?"

"But they're soooo good! I can't help my cravings!"

He crossed his arms. "What flavor is it?"

I made some scoffing noises, then finally broke under his level gaze. "Well, strawberry, but…"

"Oh, Max." He rolled his eyes and helped pull me up. "Remind me never to buy you Pop-Tarts again."


18. Cheese Doesn't Make It Any Sweeter (3POV)

"Ugh," Max groaned as she watched the couple on the TV screen profess their undying love for each other poetically in earnest. She turned away from the sap-fest and hid her face in Fang's shirt. "Gag me."

He hid a grin, but didn't say anything.

A little while later, as the two lovers continued to serenade one another with adoration and enthusiasm, Max sighed. "Fang, I'm so glad we don't do that."

Fang pretended to be confused. "Whatever do you mean, Max? I make it a point to always tell you how your hair looks like golden silk, your eyes are like pools of mystery. My love for you will never end. My heart beats for you, and only you. I—"

He was cut off with a punch from Max. "Shut up, you dork."

A few moments later, she added casually, "but that doesn't necessarily mean you can't do it again."


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