A/N: Heeyyyyoooo! Whazzup? How goes it? How you doin'? Como es-tas? Comment-allez vous? Uh... I'm out of greetings (and sorry, I obviously don't speak Spanish). So this is the last chapter of the story before a (one of the couple) climaxes. (SP?) Enjoy!
Fact: I just watched the early 90's horror movie "Candyman". It wasn't really scary (although it was plenty freaky). I dunno, maybe I'm just jaded from working in a haunted house. *shrug* Nothing scares me anymore.
"Heeeeyyyy…. Fangy-pooooooooo!" Iggy called, walking into the boys' room where I was attempting to nap. With sunglasses on and the curtains closed, of course. What can I say? We were practically on vacation, and I was bored. Nudge commandeered the laptop for a Hulu session.
"No." I said, not even opening my eyes.
"But you don't even know what I was going to say!" he whined.
"You're going to ask me to do/help you with something hazardous, dangerous, and or illegal."
"No, I am no- okay, maybe I am." he admitted. "But that's beside the point! The point is that I need something big and leather and combustible for an experiment we're doing using Bismus. So… can I have your shoes?"
I sat up and glared at him through the lenses. "No! Those are my last good pair!"
Iggy waved a hand dismissively. "No they're not."
I sighed. "Yes, they are, actually. So no, you can't!"
"Fine. Spoil sport." Pouting, he stalked out. I rubbed my face- was I the only sane one in this house?
Memories flashed in my mind- of my mysterious attacker taking my blood- how bad the sun hurt my eyes- the two vision thingies- the weird dreams about attacking people and blood- how Angel couldn't seem to read my mind anymore. I'm probably the least sane one here, actually. I had too many problems to deal with right now without adding shopping for (AKA stealing) a new pair of shoes.
Of course, that's when I heard the colossal boom and smelled chemicals, smoke, and burning wood, hair, plastic… and leather. "They did not." I snarled, leaping off the bed and stomping down the stairs and out the back door.
The sight of the backyard made me want to punch a hole through the nearest thing- living or not. There was a huge circle- fifteen feet in diameter- that was burned into the grass, with a melted black lump in the middle. Iggy and Gazzy, safely behind their "blast wall" of discarded plastic and metal sheets, were laughing their *sses off, rolling on the ground.
Growling, I walked up to Iggy and pulled him up off the ground by his shirt. "Hey, Iggy-poo." I said, deadly calm. Iggy's giggles subsided, and he swallowed hard. "Cool explosion. Wanna tell me what you used in it?"
"Uh… hehe…." he stuttered. "Bismus… uhh… some kerosene, um… matches… and mmmmhhhmmm."
"Sorry, I couldn't hear that last part."
"Hehehe… your shoes?" he grinned weakly.
"You're such an IDIOT!" All of my stress from the last week and a half boiled over. "I said NO, I meant NO, yet you took 'em anyway!" I was seriously pissed.
"Fang, chill out, they're just sho-"
"SHUT UP!" I shook him, and then let him fall to the ground, pacing. I put a hand to my head, aware of a quickly increasing mega headache forming. I couldn't- I didn't even try to- understand the all-consuming blinding rage inside of me. I just let it do that- consume me. I whirled around to face him- he was still on the ground, 'staring' up at me with wide eyes.
"Why? What is your problem?" I shouted, really worked up. A small part of me- the teeny, tiny, sane and rational bit of my mind- wondered why I was acting like this. They were just shoes, after all. But the main part of my mind- the one in a white hot fit of rage- ordered it to shut up.
"Well, we needed a base for the explosion, and only your hiking boots were the right kind, and-" Iggy explained, looking really freaked. But it didn't lessen my rage- it just irritated me even more.
Gazzy, pointing at me, screamed "What's happening?" I turned my glare on him, and he fell backwards onto his butt.
Growling, I whirled to face him, and then felt something rip right through my lip, almost cutting part of it off. "Holy sh*t!" I shouted, the unreasonable fury draining away. I reached up, and pricked my finger on something really, really, sharp. "OW!" I yelled, shaking my hand, now just frustrated with my whole life. Reaching up more carefully, I felt that the sharp thing was my tooth. Poking around more, I discovered that both my top incisors were as sharp as needles.
I just stood there, staring at the blood on my hand- from my profusely bleeding lip and the hole in my finger- trying to understand what in the world had just happened.
Iggy came running back from inside the house, closely followed by Max, and then Nudge and Angel. Gazzy still sat, frozen, on the ground. "What happened?" Max demanded, looking from Iggy to Gazzy to me.
Gazzy still hadn't moved, but he was the first to answer. "Iggy asked Fang if we could take his hiking boots to make our Bismus bomb but he said no but Iggy said we could just use them anyway so we took them and exploded it and then Fang came out here looking really mad and he grabbed Iggy and yelled at him then dropped him on the ground then he looked like he was gonna kill us and he grew fangs!" he finished in a shrill whisper.
Max stared at him. "So… Fang had fangs?" she said, clearly not believing him. Heck, I didn't know what had happened. Then she focused back on me, and she zeroed in on the blood. "Fang! What happened?" she gasped. I shrugged, not really knowing myself. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. Iggy, Gazzy- clean this disaster up."
I obediently followed her inside to the upstairs bathroom, where she got out the first aid kit, took of my sunglasses, and started working on me.
"Ouch!" I hissed as Max dabbed at my bottom lip with a cotton ball. She rolled her eyes.
"Stop being such a pussy." she said, soaking up more of my blood.
I watched her fingers carefully- every time they neared my chin, I jerked away. I only let the barest brush of the cotton ball against my mangled lip. I'd figured it out by now that the visions- or whatever they were- were caused by touching people. I think. If she noticed, she didn't say anything. No need to have a weird vision thingy right in front of her.
"How did this even happen?" she asked, carefully studying me before cleaning up the first aid kit.
I froze behind her turned back, not really sure how to explain. So I was mad at Iggy for blowing up my last good pair of hiking boots when suddenly my teeth got super sharp and nearly tore my lip in half and I almost attacked Iggy. Riiight- that would go over well.
"Uh… I was really mad at Iggy… and uh… when I dropped him… he… swiped at me to keep his balance and his… uh… nails cut me." Wow. I am just so smooth.
"Fang… did I… do something to you?" Max said, staring into my eyes.
"Huh?" I asked brilliantly.
"I mean… it always seems like you're pushing me- well, everyone, actually- away. You're always skulking, you never even get near anyone, you never do anything during the day, and you look like your barely ever sleep. You're all pale, and you have huge purple shadows. Is something wrong?" she asked in a rush, looking really concerned.
I shook my head, not directly looking at her. "No… everything's fine. It's just… the blog's really busy… been having a bit of trouble sleeping… and stuff." I finished lamely.
I saw a flash of sadness in Max's eyes before she resorted to default mode- sarcastic and annoyed. "Okay, then, Mr. Superman. I'm sure there's nothing us weaker folk could possibly help with." she stomped out, smarting.
I groaned, smacking my head against the tile wall, groaning again when it jostled my lip. Whatever is going on with me, I thought, it better cut it the f*ck out before it ruins my chances with Max.
A/N: Heehee, I hope you liked it. I enjoyed writing Fang's inner explosion (implosion?). As Sierra- my loverly beta- said, it was kinda sexy. *ahem* Anyway. So Fangy-poo got another 'vampire quality'. He really is thick, isn't he? Ouch! He just smacked my head as he walked by!
Fang: It wasn't that hard!
Me: Hey! You're not supossed to be in my professional A/N! Go... dress up in a tutu or something!
Fang: *stalks away to be emo*
Me: Whatever. R&R for virtual waffles (chocolate chips, blueberries, syrup, butter, etc optional :D)! Byeeeeeee! *waves*
