A.N. I don't own the song Incomplete and alone by Blood on the dance floor
His black sneakers tapped the stairs as he walked up them, his dark eyes looking down as he walked. Fang hadn't meant to be so forcible, he tried his hardest to be gentle. Then he paused, he stared at her door at the end of the hall. He traveled down the hallway, stopping at the door he grabbed the knob. Turning it he found that it was locked, he sighed and laid his forehead against the door. "Max, let me in." Fang requested. "Please."
On the inside of the room, Max sat at her window seat. Petting Ari's head, she was looking out the window. Then she heard a knock, and the sound of Fang's deep voice. She got up and moved everything away from the door, then she opened it.
"What do you want?" Max asked rather harshly.
"Dammit, I knew you were pissed." Fang sighed.
"Reason your here is?" Max wondered, crossing her arms.
Fang didn't answer, he simply placed his lips on top of hers. His hands gripped her hips, Max ran her hands through his hair. She pulled him into the room, Fang kicked the door shut. He backed Max up until she fell onto the bed, still kissing Max passionately and hungrily.
"I came to see if you were alright, I know I got a little ruff." Fang said as he pulled away.
Max flipped over, so Fang was now underneath her. "Ruff?! You violated me!" Max snapped.
Fang flipped, "I know, and I'm sorry I did."
Max flipped, "If you're sorry then why did you do it?"
Fang flipped this time, he pinned Max's hands above her head. "I wanted you so bad that I...I let my emotions take over. The more I touched you, the more my lust for you grew." Fang told her. Max looked up into his eyes, she knew what he was saying was the truth. Max knew that Fang loved her, she loved him too. She just felt unsure about being in a deeper relationship with him, especially after seeing how he could be when lustful. Max squirmed underneath him, showing she wanted to be unpinned. Fang sat on the bed next to her, they sat in silence. Fang got up from the bed, then walked to the door. He looked over at Max, knowing the words he was about to speak...would break her heart. "We shouldn't see each other anymore." Fang said as he left.
Max's eyes snapped open wide, and those words indeed did break her heart. "Fang hold-" Max paused. "on." Fang was already gone, why had he said that to her? Was it all a lie, just a game? Did Fang grow tired of her...did he not love her? Max stood up and ran after him, but like a shadow. He disappeared. She dashed down the stairs and headed to the basement door, then Ari's bark filled the air around the house. Max ran to the backyard, she saw Ari with his ears pinned back, a snarl on his snout, yellow eyes narrowed.
Max recognized his position, he was in defensive mode. "Ari what are you barking at?" Max asked looking around. A figure appeared into her range of sight, there was a man standing in the front yard. He wore a long brown coat that came down to his knees, a pair of brown pants, black shoes, and a brown hat to cover his glass covered eyes. Max's heart stopped dead in her chest, it was Jeb.
Fang sat in his room, playing his guitar. He was playing some songs he'd written, still thinking of Max. The face she had on...when he told her those words. He could hear the sound of her heart, shattering to bits. He had done it for her own good, for his own good. He couldn't risk hurting or violating Max like that ever again, he wanted to be gentle. Fang wanted to hold Max, kiss her without hurting her, play their little games of cat and mouse, even wanted to take it further. He knew Max wasn't ready for that kind of relationship, which was why he ended it with her. He didn't want to pressure her, so he let her go.
"What the hell are you doing here Jeb?!" Max demanded.
"I've come home sweetie." Jeb said, smiling sweetly at his daughter. "My, my, look how much you've grown."
"Shut up, get out!" Max snapped.
Before either of them could continue, Fang came into the room. He saw Max and the strange man standing in front of the door, Fang narrowed his eyes.
"Max, who is this boy?" The man asked. "And why is he in my house unsupervised?"
"Same question goes for you pal." Fang said evenly, standing in front of Max. "What do you want, why are you here?"
"Don't use that tone of language on me boy, why are you alone in my house with my daughter?!" Jeb demanded.
"Because I can be, I live here." Fang replied smugly.
Then the garage door opened, Max's mom walked in. She gasped at the sight of Jeb in her house, his eyes narrowed at her.
"Valencia, explain why this delinquent is in my house!" He ordered.
"He's not a delinquent, don't talk to him that way!" Max snarled, stepping in front of Fang.
"Max get away from him, get over here now!" Jeb barked.
"She's not your dog." Fang said darkly, putting his hand on Max's shoulder. "She doesn't have to do anything you say."
"Max, Now!" He snapped.
"No!" Max screamed. "I'm not yours to control anymore, no one can tell me what to do!"
"Get away from that delinquent, and get him out of this house." Jeb grounded in anger.
Fang started chuckling darkly, then he looked up. "She doesn't obey you, and I'm not going anywhere. The only person she obeys is me, and nothing you ever do will change that."
"Fang-"
"Fang?! Even his name is a delinquents, I forbid him to stay here any longer!" Jeb yelled in rage.
"Listen up pal, you're not superior here anymore. I am. No one is going to listen to you anymore, as long as Max is here then so am I." Fang laughed ominously.
Jeb's eyes landed on Max, she had Fang's shirt clenched in her hand, her head resting against his bicep, his arm around her waist. Jeb narrowed his eyes at Fang, "What did you do to my daughter?" He growled. Fang pulled Max closer to himself, glaring at Jeb.
"Just about everything, I set her free, held her, kissed her, saved her, slept in her bed, hell I've even almost Fucked her." Fang chuckled.
"Fang..." Max's mother gasped.
"OUT! NOW!" Jeb roared.
He charged at Fang, but Fang didn't move. He smirked then pushed Max away from him, Fang ducked then slammed his foot into Jeb's knee. The man fell to the ground, he quickly stood back up. Then he shot a kick, being older made Jeb stronger. Fang flew back a little, the wind knocked out of him. He crashed into the coffee table, glass shattered and Max's mother screamed.
"Fang!" Max shouted running over to him. "Oh my god Fang, are you Alright?"
"Think so..." Fang gasped.
"Fang, oh my god your bleeding!" Max screamed, a glass shard in the back of his shoulder.
"Get out of here, Now!" Jeb demanded.
"No!" Max screamed holding Fang's head against her chest, her arms wrapped around his neck. "Can't you see that I love him, so why are hurting him?! He hasn't done anything wrong, he's pulled through and been there for me way more than you have Jeb! So he isn't going anywhere, not unless I say so!"
Fang stared at the wall his face was aimed at, he could hear Max's heartbeat in his ear. Max's grip on him tightened, then she laid her head on top of his. Cradling him against her chest, tears demanding to be set free from her eyes. "I love you Fang, I love you more than anything." Max said. Fang began to feel weak, he slouched in Max's arms.
"Fang don't pass out, I'll get the glass out I promise." Max said.
"Max sweetie, let's be reasonable here." Her father requested, taking a step forward.
"Stay away from them, this is no longer your house Jeb!" Max's mother intervened.
Max was astonished as she watched her mother defend her and Fang, while that went on Max tried to help Fang. She put his arm around her shoulder and dragged him to her bathroom, so that she could pull the glass shard out.
"I'm fine, just take me to my room." Fang muttered.
"No, I have to get that shard out." Max protested.
Fang grumbled and pushed away from her, he gripped the bloody glass shard and pulled it out of his shoulder. He then threw it to the floor, and went to his room. Max's brown eyes gazed down upon the shard, blood covered the majority of it. Max charged after him, when she got into the basement she saw his door was closed. Max knocked on the door, it was locked. "Fang, open the door please." Max requested. "Let me help you." After minutes and minutes of waiting, the door clicked.
"Fang, are you alright?" Max asked upon entering.
"Fine." Fang replied.
Fang was standing at his dressed, his shirt in his hands. Blood trickling down his shoulder and onto his back. Max gasped, there was still a piece of glass embedded in his shoulder. Fang simply ignored it, he felt no pain. Then he felt Max's gently hands touch his wound, he hissed and spun around.
"Don't touch me!" Fang snapped.
Max took a step back then hardened, "I'm trying to help you, so stop pushing me away!"
"I'm not pushing you away!" Fang snarled, then sighed. "I'm trying to keep you safe."
Max walked closer, she looked up into his eyes. Fang glanced down at her as her hand met his cheek, Fang sighed again and placed his hand on hers. Max's touch was so much more loving and soft than his own, it was the touch of an angel's. "I already am safe Fang..." Max paused and wrapped her arms around him. "When I'm with you." Fang placed his hand on the back of her head, and slipped his arm around her lower back. She didn't know.
"Max...there's something you have to hear." Fang said, sitting the girl he loved on his bed.
She stood up, "Not until I get the rest of the glass out of your shoulder."
Before Fang could say anything else, Max was already out of the room. She came back with a wet rage, a small bowl of water, and a first aid kit. Max set the supplies on the dresser, she saw Fang digging through the drawers. "This might hurt, but it's the only way to get the shard out." Max said, picking up a pair of pliers. Fang nodded and turned so that his back was to her, first she cleaned out the wound. Once the blood was gone she grabbed the pliers, the metal gripped the glass. Max pulled on the glass, Fang's muscles tensed. Once the glass shard was out, Max began stitching the wound.
"You know how to stitch?" Fang asked, glancing back at her.
Max nodded then looked back at the wound, "My mom is a vet, I've helped her out a few times on stitching up wounds and stuff."
"So, that man is your dad?"
"Yeah…"
"I see."
Max got the wound stitched up completely, Fang then slipped on a black t-shirt. He gazed down into the brown eyes he loved, he felt his heart sink more and more. Fang sat Max on the bed, he handed her the notebook he'd kept from her. It was already turned onto a page, Max glanced down and read through it. Shocked at what the words said, Fang simply, looked away.
Eternal pain, something I will take to my grave Your memory is an image I just can't erase I spend my life always walking in the shadows Scared, alone, locked away inside my castle
And when you love something, they say set it free If it don't come back, it wasn't meant to be I destroy everything I touch Even things I love too much
I am cursed with these hands They will never understand I don't want to let you go Incomplete and all alone
Here I am waiting for my sacred true love With these hands that will be just like a steel glove When you love something, they say set it free And if it don't come back, it wasn't meant to be
I destroy everything I touch Even things I love too much I am cursed with these hands They will never understand I don't want to let you go Incomplete and all alone
Uh oh uh oh I'm incomplete and all alone Uh oh uh oh I don't want to let you go
Max looked over at Fang in surprise, she knew these lyrics came from his heart. Fang simply looked down at his hands, then he glanced over at Max. "So you understand now, why I said we had to end it?" Fang comprehended. Max pulled the boy into her arms, she never knew Fang felt that way. She knew what he was trying to protect her from, Fang was protecting Max from himself. Living the life of a gang boy, life as a juvenile...had made Fang that way. Each day he spent on the street, each day of wondering if it was live or die. It had taken his gentleness, his chance at a loving life. "Fang I know your life has been hard...and I know you want to protect me from yourself. But I don't care Fang, I love you for YOU." Max told him. The blond haired girl held the boy she loved, she cradled him against her chest.
"I love you Fang, nothing is going to change that." Max said.
"Enough with the affection." Fang said pushing away. "I get it."
Max's mouth formed in a D shape, Fang lifted his brow and narrowed his eyes. "What?" He asked. Max saw it, the faint pink line on his cheeks. Fang was blushing. Max giggled, then stopped. She never giggled, Fang started laughing. He put his arms around Max and kissed her, Max missed him back. Just before the door opened, they pulled away. Max's mother stood in the doorway.
"Jeb is gone." She announced.
"Did he hurt you?" Max asked, standing up.
"No sweetie." She said shaking her head. "I take it you stitched Fang's shoulder?"
"Yes." Max replied nodding.
Dr. Martinez's face grew grim, she exchanged glances at both teenagers. "Now both of you..." She sighed. "I need you both to come upstairs, we need to have a serious talk about your relationship."