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Fang: Ignore her, she's just a little flustered...

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Me: Argh!

Fang: Anyway, just read the story while I story this one out. Enjoy her 960 words...

Chapter 10

Max POV

I didn't know what Angel had told Fang about what I was about to do, but she said he was fine with it. So I had to trust what she told me. I'd have to have guessed that she was telling the truth, since once I pulled him in for an envy smooch he put his arms around my waist & deepened the kiss.

I let go of everything that I wanted to tell Fang, that I was mad, I let go of all of my instincts telling me to fly away & most importantly all the hurt that I still had. I released that, & swapped it for kissing Fang intently. I threw my arms around his neck & tangled my hands in his hair, gripping tightly so's he wouldn't go. I didn't want a repeat of what I'd done to him, twice, or more. That just wouldn't do. Not now, not ever. I wouldn't be able to handle that, & it would give Dylan the perfect advantage. The advantage we couldn't let him get.

"Fang," Dylan said. He sounded really mad at him, I couldn't blame him. For a tease I threw my head back & smiled at him. I bent my back, so Fang could continue to aggravate Dylan, while I 'civilly' talked to him. Well, it was the best he would be getting any time soon.

"What's up, Dylan?" I asked in the sweetest/most cheerleaderish voice I could. The side of Dylan's mouth curled up in distaste. He wasn't enjoying this, & I was.

"Not you, Fang." Fang stopped kissing my neck, looked up & raised his eyebrows at Dylan.

"Why for you stuff our moment up?" I whined, still in my backbend. It wasn't that uncomfortable, actually. I suppose it was made better by Fang holding me close to him.

"Because it," Dylan spat, "doesn't deserve you." I laughed at this. Well then, let the games begin already!

"And what? You do?" Fang joined in. Ooh, Fang slips into first place, holding strong & steady.

"Maybe not, but I never left her." Oh, it was on! He had a point, but he was only leading by a fraction.

"Maybe not," I mimicked. "But he was told to, by hmm let's think now, YOU!" That shut him up. I stood back up, faced Dylan & said "let's play a little game. It's called 'piss Dylan off, while making out with Fang!'" That puts Max & Fang back into the lead.

"Sounds like fun," Fang said as he turned me around & began to kiss me again. I could practically hear the fury in Dylan's breathing. The gap between first & last was growing larger by the second.

"Get your hands off her you little prick," he said, too calmly to be calm. Dylan stumbled over his own feet, losing his temper put him back a little more.

"No." Fang's answer was simple & just. I didn't want him to stop, nor did I want Dylan pushing me around anymore. I couldn't help but smile. Dylan was getting so pissed off. So my game was working exactly to plan, & hey! We were winning by miles!

"Step away now, & nobody gets hurt." He was trying his best not to crack under pressure, but I didn't see fifteen years of blood brawls on his side. I couldn't help but let out a single 'HA' & watch Dylan's face sink, then re-rise to be the 'ultimate-fail-attempt-of-a-tough-guy' guy. It was a rather hilarious sight. He was trying to show off in front of me & make Fang feel intimidated. Not working for him, clearly. Let's face it, someone with that few talents, one being a poor imitation of Justin Bieber (can someone just hurry up & assassinate him yet?) just can't pull off anything to make Fang look bad, especially not while attempting two other things. Dylan slipped over in the mud, giving Fang & Max the advantage in the home run.

"No." I loved Fang. I snickered at Dylan as Fang pulled my head back around so I was facing him & he continued to kiss me. He lips still tasted as good at the first time mine touched them. Like sugar & honey, but not too sweet to imagine. It made him just that little bit more desirable. He pushed on with his strong Fang-like determination. It was clear I was enjoying every minute of this torment, & it seemed he was too, until I was violently thrown aside. The game was over. It'd gotten too dangerous, & yet one of the players refused to stop. Dylan had taken it too far.

I barely had time to register what the hell was happening, before an Eraser launched at him. It came from directly where Dylan was standing. Before I could process anything else, it clawed at Fang's throat. Red liquid began to poor down his neck; I could only assume the Eraser had pierced skin. It wasn't just the blood & speed, but the amount of fear in his eyes. His eyes switched to fight mode, so there was no coming out soon. I jumped back up from the ground where I was & tried to think of what to do. The flock were still inside & Fang was fighting an Eraser that I didn't even know where it had come from in the first place. I was honestly stumped for what to do, & I never got stumped. I went to attack back, but fell over in the mud. Why was there mud? The girls must have been playing there yesterday.

"NO!" I let out a blood-curdling scream. Fang kicked the Eraser off him & managed to say two words;

"Max, run."

Me: I'm all good now!

Fang: -sniffs-

Me: Why?

Fang: I made Max scared... -wipes tear-

Me: Whatever... The winner of the PLQ from last chapter was... LIVE IN TODAY! My reasoning? I TOTALLY agree with her. I would change that one too... I'm going to go ahead and assume you're a girl, Live in Today. It doesn't suggest differently on your profile, so...

PLQ: If you could choose ONE of the following torture methods to kill Dylan (or not for those incredibly few and lonesome Dylan lovers. If that applies choose someone else), what would it be and why?

a) Burning alive.

b) Stabbing to a slow death.

c) Strangulation.

d) Drowning.

Me: Oh, and I will update as soon as I have at least one answer. The next chapter is specifically responding to a couple of requests and I would like to see what you all think of it. Cough*fight*cough, cough, cough*Dylan/Fang*cough, cough. Sorry a little tickle in my throat. Ahem.

Fang: -sniffs-

Me: Well, because Fang's having his little moment, I'll do the honours...

RR&A!