Hey, I'm back. I thought about deleting this story, which is why I haven't updated in forever. Is this story worth finishing? Please tell me, so I can put my efforts into something else if this isn't going to work out. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I laugh at your assumption that I own these characters.
Fang POV
It's been two weeks. I need to get going. I had beenheading for europe before I got sidetracked. I had gotten way too comfortable, and now I was reluctant to leave. How was I going to tell Liv? What was I going to tell Liv?
Liv POV
He's being a butt-head about something. I can see it, his heavy eyebrows get all scrunched up, and he gets quiet. Well, quieter than usual. I'm pretty sure I know what this is about, and I might as well make it easier for the poor confused boy.
Fang POV
~Liv's bedroom~
I watched as she scrolled around on the computer, Beanie wagging his tail every time either of us moved. I was sprawled out on her pillows, which smelled like her shampoo, the smell making me obscenely happy.
"Uh, Liv?" I whispered, half hoping she didn't hear me. She did. "Yeah, hon?" She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. "I've been thinking..." I couldn't breath. "Uh-oh." She said, turning around completely. "Uhhh, Umm, crap..." I was half panicking really.
She raised an eyebrow and came to lay down next to me. "Yeah, I got the crap part. What's up?" She murmured, her voice soothing, but driving me into an even bigger frenzy. I hadn't had to tell Max to her face. I'd left a note. That was so much easier. Why didn't I just do that with Liv?
Because she would hunt you down. She doesn't have a flock to keep safe. My mind reasoned. Oh, right. That's why. Crap. Might as well get it over with.
"It's time for me to go. I have stuff to do, and I've spent too much time here." I couldn't look her in the face. I nearly screamed when she was quiet for more than a minute. If I looked up and she was crying I would punch myself in the face.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
I couldn't take it anymore. I finally looked up from the embroidery on her pillow case. She was staring at me with anger. Aw, crap. She was going to kick my butt. I waited, half ready to spring off the bed if she was going to attack.
"I'm sure as hell that you meant it's time for us to go." She said, nearly choking she was breathing so hard. Hope flared up, golden and hard, in my chest, before I squashed it. I couldn't take her with me. She wouldn't last two seconds in a fight with erasers. She wasn't used to the hours of flight, to the hunger, the dirt, the B.O. She couldn't handle it, and if I took her along, and she was killed, I would never forgive myself.
"No." I put all the steel I could into my voice. "And that's final."
"What are you, my dad?" Her sarcasm almost palpable. She sat up, rage contorting her features. "You couldn't stop me from coming anyway!" She hissed, then she slumped, tears gathering in her eyes, like liquid diamonds. "You don't want me with you, do you?" She asked, soft and broken. I should have said yes, that I didn't want her to come, but I couldn't, not when she looked so pitiful. I jumped up, my hands grasping her elbows.
"I do, but it's dangerous." I said, trying to make her stop the shaking sobs. She froze, which was almost a relief, but not quite. Her eyes glinted up into mine. "You don't think I could handle it?" She challenged. I didn't know how to make the situation better, so I stayed silent.
"I am a freaking GIRLSCOUT!" She shouted, wrenching away from me. "I can handle myself just fine! You don't think I have battle experience, that I would get my ass kicked! That I couldn't handle the wilderness! Let me tell you, mister Butt-head, that I am perfectly capable of everything you are! And I want to come with you, and you can't freaking stop me!" She screamed, her face pale and her body shaking.
Mister Butt-head? Really, she couldn't come up with a better insult? Then I did something I thought I never would. "Well, I'm going to tell your parents, and they can stop you." I shot back. She blushed. "They could not. Not physically." The implications behind that statement made me step back. She was willing to fight with her parents, leaving them and her hurt, to come with me? To damage the bonds to her only family, for me?
How about that? I have to say, all that written girl-screaming has been like therapy for me. I got a lot of angst out in this chapter. Review please. Please? PLEASE?
