So, I debated on whether or not to keep you guys hanging. Like, magically disappear for a few days. But I couldn't handle that if I was the reader (that's how stuck up I am) so I'm giving you another chappie before I head to my doom. (school) For those of you that reviewed, THANK YOU! U HAVE MADE A PERSON HAPPY! And, you all get a fang clone. AND! If you want, you can send me how you look/want to look and a fake name (I don't want real names. Unless of course you love your name… and I wont say, oh so and so is named bob. No, I'll keep who you are a secret to just you) I'll put you in the story!!!! Yay!!!

Fang POV:

Can anger and jealousy even explain what I was feeling right now? I don't think so.

I squeezed the door knob, almost making a hand imprint, and my breath quickened. Anger filled my body, my adrenaline on high.

Without thinking, just acting, I walked over to Iggy, grabbed shirt in my hand, yanked him out of the bed and against the wall, and punched him.

I've never felt that good.

With a crack, Iggy nose bent to the side and blood trickled down his mouth. "WHAT THE HELL MAN?!" he screamed.

"Keep your filthy hands off MAX!" I yelled, punching him again.

"FANG!" Max screamed. "STOP THAT! NOW!"

I ignored her, and punch him again. He leaned over, blood everywhere, and I took the back of his shirt and threw him across the room.

"Fang! I'm not going to hurt you!" Iggy yelled.

"Good. That'll make this that much more easier." The next thing I knew, Max was on my back, taking hold of my hands.

I whipped around, making her fly off and next to Iggy. "I'm so sorry! This is all my fault!" Max said to him, wiping away some of his blood. Iggy grunted.

Fuming, I stood over them. "What the hell were you doing?!" I screamed, half the party at the door listening.

"Why would you care?" Max asked, standing up. In her high-heals, she was as tall as me.

I thought of that for a second. Why would I care? It's not my life. In fact, I should be happy. But I wasn't.

I grabbed her arm, pulling toward the door. "Come on, we're going." I snapped. She yanked her arm away.

"I'm not going anywhere with you."

I gawked at her. I was sure she liked me. Did she really have feeling for Iggy? No, that's impossible. "Yes, you are." I snared, reaching for her arm again. She slapped me.

I looked at her shocked, not resisting what she just did.

"I'm staying here with Iggy. Now if you don't mind, I'd like you to bring yourself and the monster inside you out of here!" She spun around, then kneeled next to Iggy, ripping off the bottom foot or so of her dress to mop up the blood.

It was then I realized what I just did. I hurt my best friend, made the love of my life mad, and made a fool of myself in front of May and the rest of the party.

I kneeled next to Max, and helped to mop of the blood. She glanced at me, grimaced, then continued helping Iggy. She leaned his head back, and gave him a piece of cloth to hold against his nose.

"You know, you're a huge idiot" Iggy muttered. Trying to push his nose back to place.

I half-smiled. "That's why you love me."

After we cleaned up what we could (the carpet was hopeless) Iggy had stopped bleeding and May's mom had come down, furious that Max and Iggy got in. But when she saw him, that quickly desolved to the loving mother she is. She was surprised to see Iggy was able to spring back to quickly, and offered us a ride home.

"We'll be fine. We don't live far away." Max waved her off at the front door.

"So you live with her?!" May was furious I didn't tell her. "You said you were an only child!"

Everyone was gone, so only her mom and May stood there left.

I chuckled. "I also didn't tell you I don't have parents, and that… wait for it," I glanced at Max and she shrugged. "I have wings to." I had been backing away, and now spread out my wings and took off, Max and Iggy following me.

May stood gawking at the door, and I turned around heading home.

Nudge POV:

The 4 hours Max and Iggy were gone, Angel and I stayed up, talking about what might be happening. At first it was reasonable. They were having a good time blah blah blah. But after a few pops, come candy and staying up late enough it turned into, "Max turned into a potato! Then Iggy didn't know and ate her, so, fang called the FBI and they had to cut Iggy open. And he had like a swarm of bees in his stomach!"

By the time they all got home, Angel and I were laughing so hard that she was crying.

"Glad to see you had a good time." Max laughed, as she walked through the door.

"Max!" we yelled at the same time, running over to her.

Angel gasped. "Iggy! What happened! Why are you covered in blood?"

He looked over at Fang, and he sighed. "You guys tell them. Right now, I'm just extremely tired." And we walk off to bed.

Fang explained everything, making Max blush madly when he came to the part of her and Iggy kissing, and Max took over after that.

"Fang!" I hit his shoulder. "Why'd you hit Iggy?"

He grimaced. "I don't know. It felt good though."

There was a moment of silence. Just before I was about to say something, Angel tugged at my sleeve. "I think we should get to bed now." She looked me in the eye, that their-having-a-moment-and-we-need-to-scat-now look.

I giggled, following her to our room.

"OH MY GOD!" I said once the door was shut. "Max kissed Iggy!" I laughed. "And Fang, he HIT him!"

Angel giggled. "He really likes her."

I smiled. At least Max and Fang were happy.

Max's POV:

I sighed.

I couldn't believe it! I was so selfish. I got Iggy hurt for my own conveniences. But it almost felt worth it.

I looked in Fang's eyes. Such a dark black, showing nothing. "Sorry." I muttered. "I shouldn't done that."

"Done what?" Fang looked at me, raising an eyebrow.

"What? I used Iggy! Shouldn't you be furious with me?"

He laughed. "What do you think May was for?"

My jaw dropped. He was doing the same thing? That was like a slap in the face.

"Of course. Don't you find it odd that I picked someone that looked like you and had a name that was one a letter off?"

I thought of that. If honestly never accrued to me. I felt so stupid! Why couldn't life be more like a fight? Actions, not thoughts.

Fang laughed, and I felt myself blush. His hand reached toward me, paused, and then he brought it up, whipping away a stand of hair in his face.

Before I thought of it, my hand grabbed his and whipped it against my cheek. He gasped, leaned in, and kissed me.

In a flash, my arms were around his neck, and I was kissing him back.

When I had kissed Iggy, it was unbelievably uncomfortable. His lips were soft and thin.

But Fang, three seconds later I was gasping. His lips were full, and hard, almost bagging for more.

The next thing I knew, we were on the couch, him on top of me. His lips moved on my neck, and I leaned back my head, almost groaning.

He moved back to my lips, his tongue tracing my lips. I twirled mine with his, wanting so much more.

Then he was off of me, gasping on the floor.

With a disappointed look on my face, I got up and helped him up. I realized I was breathing just as hard as him. He chuckled. "Not at home."

I nodded. Still disappointed.

"But, tomorrow, we need groceries." He winked at me, kissing my forehead then heading off to bed. I giggled. Yes, I, Max, giggled, then went to bed.

Hope your happy!!! There is the strongly requested Faxness for you. Should I end it here? Or write more? I've got a couple more tricks up my sleeves, but I understand if you want me to stop it here and make a sequel, A Game called Revenge.

I honestly think that's the best way to go… but I can continue on this one! Or just stop it all together! Your choice.

And everyone GIVE ME YOUR FAV CHARATER!! Ive got a surprise!!!