NEW CHAPTER! Whoot! It's been a little while. Oh, well. This chapter is when it starts to pick up a little. And just to clear things up, Fang and Max aren't technically related. Good? Cool. Next chapter!

Max's POV

"Ari! What's wrong with you?" I shouted, shutting the bedroom door behind me. It's been a few minutes; he'll be cooled off enough to talk to.

"Whatever do you mean?" Sweet and innocent little boy persona? Not working for him.

"Cut the crap. Why'd you do that?"

His reply was a little muffled; I had a little trouble hearing him, "'Cause that dude's a jerk."

"What?"

"He's a jackass, Max! He just wants you for… you know! Whatever creepers want girls for!"

"What?" Did he just say what I thought he said?

"I said," He yelled, "Fang is a jackass."

I of all people can't stand being talked to like a 3 year old. "Where did you hear that?"

"Mom said…" I held out a hand. Mom said. Of course she said.

"Come with me." Yanking his arm, I pulled him into the bathroom. "Open!" Soap in his mouth, his behind red from repeated spanking, Ari finally got the picture.

"What don't we say?"

"Jackass." He sobbed, now nestled in my arms. This is when the words come pouring out. "I just don't like him. He's not right for you. Don't see him anymore."

"I can't promise that."

"Then find someone else! Fall in love with someone worth falling in love with!" His pleading cries broke my heart.

"What kind of guy is right for me?" He didn't like Sam, and he obviously hated Fang, so who did he like?

"I liked Dylan." Angel called, dancing past the doorway. I looked to Ari. He nodded his head and whispered,

"You should call him." And that's exactly what I did.

~Later~

"This is a beautiful car. You take good care of it." I said after a while of silence. Dylan and I were sitting in his Classic Chevy, waiting for a movie at the drive in to begin.

He smiled meekly, "Thanks."

I reached for his hand, "You're welcome." His hands were sweaty, his face was red.

"Is it too hot in here?"

"No. Actually, it's a little cool. Are you feeling okay?" I placed my palm on his forehead. He didn't feel feverish. Taking my hand, he kissed the palm and politely said,

"I'm fine thank you. Just a bit nervous."

"You don't have to be nervous."

"You're not the one on a date with most gorgeous girl," He trailed off, searching my eyes. I blushed, making him smile. "I like you a lot, Max."

My heart raced as he leaned closer. I could only squeak out a, "Really?" before feeling his lips against mine. Soft, warm, pleasant. I barely heard him, he was mumbling so quietly,

"I like you so much, Max. I'm so sorry for what I'm about to do. You'll forgive me eventually." There was a burning sensation in my nose, and slowly my world faded to black.

Fang's POV

Throwing things and breaking things gets you nowhere. I would know. I've gone through 4 door handles and put 7 holes in the wall. My fist or a plate, it doesn't matter. I've learned my lesson.

My computer screen sat blank, the curser in my word document blinking in anticipation. I was working on a letter to send Max, but nothing came to mind. Some words were too harsh, and others were too light. I needed balance, soft and short, but to the point. A pain pierced my palm, and I found my fingernails had dug into my skin, drawing blood. I swore and went to clean myself up in the bathroom. Not a second after I was in view of the computer screen, my webcam blinked to life.

"Hello. Is this thing on?" A man dressing in black appeared. I tiptoed to where I could see without being seen. Something was wrong.

"There's sound? Yes? Perfect. Now, Fang," The man smiled, "I know you're wondering who I am. Well, that is unimportant. What is important is that I have your girlfriend. Or are you two just friends now? I can never keep up with these things." He laughed, his voice booming. "Well, the point is that I have Maximum. See?" Now he moved, revealing Max strapped to a chair. Her hair was splattered everywhere, her face pale and her eyes closed. She was drugged! This man was talking still, in mid sentence, "so you're probably wonder who in their right mind is crazy enough to kidnap someone like Max and what they want with her, right? I know your there." Ha-ha, he was trying to scare me. What's next? I know where you live? Please!

"In answer to your question, I'm Dylan." He removed the hood covering his face, "and we've experimented on Max. She's no longer the woman you once knew. Don't even try to look for her; she doesn't want to be rescued by some knight in shining armor. Or, whatever you are. And just for good measure…" He leaned down and kissed her strongly. As a reaction to the drugs that took her under, Max's knee jerked up; hard. I don't have to paint you a picture.

On the ground, Dylan moaned and the camera was jerked off. I was out the door in no time.

I apologize if the ending was a little rushed. Late at night, being hounded to get off, not pretty. Don't forget to REVIEW!

~Faxisthegreatest123~