This is as far as I thought I could go with this story and still keep the characters strong. So this is the end for this one, too. I know it's really short, but I'm ending 2 stories today and probably starting another one. Busy, busy, busy. So thanks to all the people who have read and reviewed this one, and I hope you like it. MR

Disclaimer: Dude, would I really have to put this up here if I owned?

Fang's POV

I woke up in a smelly room with what looked to be damp, moldy walls and no windows. I couldn't see any furniture except the bed, and I could only really feel that. I turned a bit and saw Max, my angel, sitting at the end of the bed, a smirk on her face, as if pleased about some accomplishment. "Hey, sleepy head. How're you feeling?"

I hurt all over. My chest blazed with an intense dislike of whatever had happened to it, my arms and legs were weak with fatigue, and my head was spinning. "I'm feeling like a million dollars."

" Don't lie, Fang. It's unbecoming."

Max looked down on me with a small smile that lit up her face. She was smiling at me. And that's all that mattered. "What happened?"

With a slightly creepy smile she said," I did what I had to do. I killed you."

" Are we in heaven?"

Max laughed. "Would heaven smell like the basement of a soup kitchen?"

"Hell, then?"

" More like earth, Fang."

"You killed me."

There was humor in those eyes that gleamed at me with a light I've never seen. " But that doesn't mean it's impossible to bring you back to life."

"How?"

" It's called a defibrillator, heard of it?"

" Yes."

" Well, then."

I tried to sit up and failed, and Max gave me a stern look full of concern and a tad of anger. " Don't kill yourself now, Fang. Not after I just threw my ass on the line trying to save you. I'm going behind my group's back trying to cut a deal, and end out with more of a soul then I got left, so get better, and then start acting like Fang. We've got a long and winding road ahead, and don't think for a second that you're not going to be there right beside me."