I'm so so sorry for the obnoxiously late update, but I've started school (SUCKISH!) and I've got personal and family issues going on right now. I will try my best, though, to update as fast as I can! I will NOT discontinue this story on any circumstance. I consider you guys my second family and will never ever leave you. So, if you haven't set up an alert to this story yet, better do it now, cause the updates are about to get REAL irregular.

Also: READ THE A/N DOWN BELOW FOR IMPORTANT INFORMATION. AND I DON'T MEAN ANOTHER CONTESET.

Oh, and P.S, extra length because it's double digits! :D

And P.S.S, I'm thinking of posting another story on here, but I want to wait until I have the first five chapters written up so that I can post them quicker. I'll let you know if I decide to put it up.

ENJOY!

January; Sunday

MPOV

I paced my room, a finger idly twirling a strand of hair. I could hear that Abby chick giggling rather loudly downstairs and Fang's deep rumble. My mind played tricks on me, conjuring up scenes of Abby running a perfectly manicured hand up and down Fang's chest as he places his hands on her hips and pulls her closer to him, a small smile on his face.

I almost slapped myself to get the picture out of my head. There was only one thing that could help me now—Revenge.

My eyes landed on the small red cell phone lying on the plush blanket on my bed. I bit down on the small smile starting to creep up my lips as I slowly reached for the phone. Flipped it open, scrolled through recent calls. Dylan's number was the first one listed.

Fang would kill me if he ever knew I was hanging out with Dylan still. Granted, I wasn't hanging out with him yet, but I will be soon…

Pressing the little green button, I held the phone up to my ear. Dylan answered on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dylan, it's Max."

There was a pause. "Oh, hey, Max."

"Hey. Listen, I'm sorry about my outburst at the coffee shop. It was wrong of me. I know it wasn't really your fault."

I could practically hear his boyish grin on the other end. "That's what I was thinking!"

"Mhmm. So, listen. What do you like to do for fun?"

"Uh, I don't know. Anything with a thrill, really."

And evil grin sprouted on my face. "Excellent. Where should we meet?"

"Meet me at the edge of the forest. I know somewhere we can go." His voice sounded mischievous.

"It's a date."

Dylan's hand was clasped in my own as he led us through the terrifyingly dark forest. I stumbled constantly, each time bringing out a new giggle from me. Dylan would just catch me and laugh. After a couple more minutes of stepping on twigs and squealing in fear, Dylan finally brought us out of the trees.

In front of us was a cliff. It had sharp edges, an amazing view, and a deathly fall. Excited, I pulled Dylan behind me as I ran up to the edge. My toes dangled off and pebbles flew off and plummeted to the ground. I pulled my hand from Dylan's and clapped.

"This is amazing!" I turned toward him, craving more of a thrill. "What do we do here?"

"Well, lately I've been scaling it."

"Scaling?"

"Yeah. Watch!"

An unholy grin on his face, Dylan went sat down on the edge, his legs dangling off. He slowly started lowering himself, one leg groping for a safe place to land. He finally found a stable little ledge and rested a foot on it as he felt the cliff for some small ledges to clutch. Eventually, Dylan ended up clinging to the side of the cliff.

My eyes were wild, blazing with a thrill I never experienced.

"Sweet!"

Immediately, I began to copy Dylan's movements. Found the proper ledges and clung to the side.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Now, look down."

Confused, I glanced down, did a double take, and stared wide-eyed below me. There was a rushing river far below us that I hadn't noticed at first, not with this lighting. The river seemed as black as a new driveway. I wanted to go down there. I wanted to swim. No, I wanted to jump. To fly.

My foot faltered, sending little pebbles below. Dylan gripped my wrist, bringing my attention back to him.

"Max," his voice was wary. "What are you thinking about?"

I gave him an evil smile. "Jumping."

He looked at me as if I had two heads. "You have to be kidding me."

"It wouldn't hurt." I pleaded with my eyes. "Come on, Dylan. What could be more thrilling than jumping off the side of a cliff into a river?"

He hesitated. "I don't know, Max. It's winter."

"I almost died once. There's nothing to be afraid of." That was a lie. Those few minutes I spent in death were the worst minutes of my life. I would never want to go through that again. But what the heck. If this is what it takes to piss Fang off…

"Okay."

Dylan's answer shocked me.

"Really?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah. What's the worst that could happen?"

I grinned. "On three. One."

"Two."

"Three!"

I pushed myself off the side of the cliff and was thrown into a free-fall. I hung in the air, the ground quickly rushing up to meet me. My limbs were limp, just going with the natural flow of the wind. Hair whipped around me. I let out a piercing scream of joy right before I plunged into the water.

The iciness brought back faint memories of the day in the park. I pushed them aside, though. I was finally enjoying myself for once. Can't I at least have one moment of happiness?

My head bobbed to the surface and I look around me for Dylan. He was behind me, laughing maniacally. I laughed along with him, trying hard to keep above the water. It was deeper than I expected, but oh well.

"That was awesome!" Dylan shouted to me over the roar of the river. I had to plant my feet firmly in the sandy bottom to keep from being washed away. The water came up to my neck.

"I know!"

Dylan swam over to me. Looked into my eyes. With the moonlight shining down on his face like that, he really did look gorgeous. I had the sudden urge to brush some hair out of his eyes. Speaking of, his eyes were gazing into mine with a look I've seen once in someone. But who?

Dylan cupped my face in his hands. "You are gorgeous."

I blushed and would have looked down if not for his grip. His hands sent tingles through me.

Slowly, giving me a chance to pull away, Dylan leaned in towards me, his eyes closed. I closed my eyes, too, waiting expectantly for what was to come. His lips descended on mine as we shared our first kiss under the moonlight.

I'd use the word bliss to describe the kiss, but that wasn't quite right. It was…nice. Nice, but not blissful like I had imagined. I had pictured sparks, fireworks. Instead, I got….the hint of a fire. I felt warmth spread through me, but something told me it could be hotter. Something told me that it could be a fiery explosion of sparks and sweet and blissful and…amazing.

Don't get me wrong, I've kissed my fair share of guys. I've had two boyfriends before Dylan. Neither had felt as nice as this kiss, but again, it could be better. Dylan's kiss felt like I was in danger, like something was lurking right beneath the surface ready to pop out and kill me. It felt like there was something on the horizon. Something terrible. It sent a thrill up my spine. I wanted more of that thrill, sparks or not.

We parted and I buried my head in the crook of his neck.

Somehow, I just had this feeling of wrong.

3rd Person

Abby felt her lips twitch as she gazed after Fang as he walked in a daze back to the kitchen to fetch some snacks. She felt a need to rub her hands together and let out a wild cackle of celebration for the work she had accomplished that day. Max and Fang were still fighting. Max was enraged and jealous. Fang was enraged and sexy. Well, at least she thought so. The thought made her smile and graze her eyes up and down what was visible of Fang's back in the kitchen.

Soon the pieces would fall into place. Max will run straight into Abby's trap, killing both herself and her family. Perhaps Abby will salvage Fang's life, purely for her enjoyment only. It would be quite amusing to keep Fang holed up in her private quarters. And if he wouldn't stay with her as her partner, then she'd simply have to make him her slave. Or maybe a pet? Now there was a thought.

Laughter bubbled in her chest again and she released it as an unholy grin. The grin quickly turned into a sickly sweet smile as Fang entered the room carrying a tray covered with chips and two drinks.

"Ooh, fresh lemonade!" she exclaimed, grabbing a glass blanketed with a sheen of condensation.

"It's from the carton," he admitted, setting the tray down and grabbing a glass himself.

Abby didn't care if he had spent three hours grinding lemons with his bare hands to make this one glass. She still despised lemonade. The hand holding her glass twitched, itching to toss the glass in Fang's face and leave.

"It's fine." She forced the glass to her lips and took a dainty little sip. She set it almost immediately down and resisted the urge to gag as the cool pee-colored liquid slipped down her throat. Popped a chip in her mouth to try to cover up the foul taste.

"Now," Fang said after smacking his lips and setting his glass down next to Abby's. "What is your take on Max's situation?"

Now the fun really started for her. 'Oh, she's totally in the wrong. Max should have never disobeyed you. Actually, she should have never been talking to that guy. What's his name again?"

Abby knew his name and his profile. She could state six generations of the Anderson family. She could also list all his weaknesses, strengths, likes and dislikes. Everything you could think to ask about Dylan, she knew.

"Dylan Anderson."

"Ah, yes." She crossed her legs and settled more comfortably on the sofa.

Abby noticed a small muscle that twitched in Fang's jaw as he said Dylan's name. Was that, perhaps, jealousy? She always knew that Fang was going to have feelings for Max, but jealousy? He should be jealous that Abby goes out with several guys on the side every night. He should be jealous that there were men out there battling over her this very moment. He should be jealous that every man would die to have her even spare him a glance.

Her anger boiled and she struggled to retain the careful picture of innocence painted on her face. She felt her eyes grow dark, though, and knew she had to get off the subject quickly before her temper came out of check.

"I overheard Max talking to him on the phone," Abby continued.

Fang's ears perked up. "What?"

She nodded. "Yep. She was flirting."

His fingernails dug into the sofa cushion. Abby pretended not to notice as she kept the lies going.

"I believe I heard her commenting on his good looks, how his muscles are visible through his shirt, and how his smile makes her heart flutter."

Fang showed no signs of catching her lies. He just shut his eyes and breathed out through his nose. Abby imagined his tension melting away with that one breath. In time, he opened his eyes.

"Well, she has the right to date whoever she wants."

Whaaaaat? That was not in her plans!

Abby racked her brain for another reason to make him mad.

"Yeah, but I heard he had a bad rep. Like, he's some kind of, like, man whore."

Fang eyed Abby as if she had two heads. "Man whore?"

"Yeah." Abby leaned in closer to Fang. "I heard he uses girls for sex, and then he leaves them at the drop of a hat. Sick part is, he only dates girls who haven't lost their virginity yet. It's almost as if he has some sick goal to be every girl's first."

Fang's eyebrows scrunched together. "Are you serious?"

"Completely."

Fang abruptly stood up. "I have to do something about this."

"Ooh, I like it when you get all mad," Abby commented in a seductive tone.

She tugged on the sleeve of his shirt, a small way of asking him to sit down. He did, melting to her will.

It was so easy to toy with him, Abby thought as she leaned in for a kiss. So enjoyable, too, that she just might not want to stop.

MPOV

I awkwardly tumbled into my window and collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles. Dylan was right behind me, coming to a crash landing beside me on the floor. We both squirmed around as bursts of muffled laughter bubbled out of our chests.

It had been a great night with Dylan. Even though I expected more from his kisses, I still found the idea of going on another date with him appealing. And so I agreed to meet up with him tomorrow. But the night wasn't over yet…

"Come on," I said after we had gone more than a minute without laughing. I got up, tugging him along with me, and went over to my bed. I sat us both down and I started to lean in.

"Wait, wait," Dylan breathed. "I don't want to go too fast, you know?"

I giggled. "We're not going all the way, silly. Just…far enough."

With a seductive smile on my face, I pushed with just enough force on Dylan's chest to knock him back. Straddling him, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.

We became entangled. My hands were fisted in his hair, and his hands were roaming up and down my back, teasingly grazing some of my exposed skin with his fingers. A shiver ran up me and I pressed my body closer to his so that I was now fully lying on top of him.

Dylan rolled us over so that he was on top and I was held under his weight. He pinned my arms above my head and began a trail of kisses, starting at my jaw line and ending just above my hip where a hint of skin was showing. I moaned softly as I felt his soft, cool lips press against the skin there. I shifted my hips restlessly, encouraging him to go on.

He slid his hands down my arms, shaped my curves, then gripped the hem of my shirt. He began to roll it up—

Suddenly, I became very cold. Shards of ice rippled across my body, covering me in gooseflesh. I gasped almost inaudibly. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

Dylan paused, my shirt almost up to the point of showing my bra.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Are you cold?"

"Uh, yeah," I stuttered. "Um, just really cold. And tired." I yawned for emphasis.

"We could stop if you'd like." Such a gentleman.

"Yes, please. I'm sorry."

Dylan fixed my shirt and smiled. "Hey, no worries. I don't mind if you want to take your time." He pressed his lips to mine one last time. "Good night, Max." Then he slipped out of my window.

I pressed a shaky hand to my lips. The icy cold imprint of his lips was imprinted on my mouth. I shuddered involuntarily. Pulled the comforter up around my shoulders and fell asleep with my light on and window open.

NPOV

After the song ended, I turned off my Ipod and took out my headphones, sitting up. Angel was, naturally, still on her computer. I stared at her a couple minutes before finally asking, "What are you doing on there?"

Angel pressed the Enter key once then spun around to face me. I jumped. Her hair was disheveled, dark rings encircled her eyes, and her face could use a good scrubbing. "Fanfiction."

"Fanfiction?"

"Yeah, you review stories on there and you can also write your own. I've been up since ten-o-clock last night just reading and writing, reading and writing. It's just SO ADDICTING." Her eyes flared.

"Okay, well I hope the website helps us come up with a plan to get rid of Abby because that's what we really need to be doing right now."

Angel frowned. "I suppose you're right."

She turned back to the computer, minimized ten different pages, then opened up Google. She looked at me over her shoulder. "What's her last name?"

"Bennett, I think."

Angel stroked some keys and a site popped up. She pushed herself over so that I could see the screen. I stared blankly at it. "What did you type in?"

"Her name and our zip-code."

"It must be wrong."

"I checked our names and it came up with all the right stuff."

I gnawed on my lip, unable to process what was on the screen.

THE PERSON YOU HAVE ENTERED DOES NOT EXIST IN YOUR AREA.

Yes, I must put an A/N here. I finally finished the chapter after writing the beginning of it 4 months ago. Uh, I don't want to give you guys an excuse or a lie, I'm just going to flat-out come out with it—my life has been throw out of control. I feel depressed sometimes, I feel like there are very few people I can trust, and reading and writing are now my only escape from life. But I want to tell you guys right now—I am so grateful to have you all. Every one of you has become part of my family. You guys are the only thing driving me to succeeding, forcing me to keep writing when sometimes I just feel like giving up. I love you guys so much. Thank you so, so much for reading and reviewing. 3

On a lighter note: I want you guys to vote on something! If you can, I would appreciate you sending your votes via Private Message to keep the results more private, but if you do not have an account or don't have the time to sign in, you can still leave your answer in a review.

Okay, so here it is. Would you rather Abby be:

A. Human

B. A Vampire

C. A Witch

D. A whole new species entirely

So, go ahead and leave your vote either in a message (preferred) or in a review.

Bye!

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