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FANG:

"If you get one bit of red on my new carpets, you'll be refurnishing the whole room, furniture and all," Ella snapped as she flung the double doors of her room wide open. She trailed her way inside, Dylan, Ari, Sam, Tess and I following after her. My gaze met Ella's in exasperation, as crimson blood seeped over my arms and soaked the shirt I was wearing, dripping from the lifeless body cradled in my arms.

Ari snorted, his eyes on the lifeless human. "Chances of that happening is pretty much non-existent at this point."

Ella groaned. "I know," she replied in a whine as she fell into the sofa. "Put her on the bed, you've already ruined the floor." Dylan sat beside Ella, his expression grim as I refrained from rolling my eyes. It was just carpet.

I lay Max down as gently as I could, the great four poster bed swallowing her tiny frame. Her skin was smeared in red, the bloody juices marking her body vilely. I blanched, blinking at the crimson mess that was lying beneath me, a coiling sensation piercing my insides. I shook my head in an attempt to clear the feeling, to quench the nauseous reaction that was exploding inside me. Confused, I turned to Sam, who was standing beside me.

"Can you fix her?" I asked him, whose only reply was an are-you-serious look before rolling his eyes.

"Move out of the way," Sam said, shoving me aside and taking up the space I had previously stood in. Eyes narrowed, I came to stand beside Tess, who was watching the exchange with a perplexed look engraved into her marble-like skin. I waited for her to explain the look, as I had no doubt that she soon would.

"There's something…" she began, her eyes narrowed in mystification.

"There's something…?" I asked slowly, prying whatever she was thinking out of her head and into her words. I brought my arms to my chest, crossing them as I observed Sam.

"About her," Tess finished after a long pause.

"Yeah," I replied softly, my eyes falling upon the prominent features of Maxis face. Her blonde hair was fanned out across the pillows of the bed, her head slightly angled to the side as she lay there. My stomach clenched as I noticed the extreme pallor of her skin, stark white against the emerald green of Ella's bed.

"No," Tess said, making it clear that I hadn't caught her meaning. "There's something…familiar about her."

This time, it was my turn to frown in puzzlement. "What do you mean? You haven't even met her before. Have you?"

"No, not in my life. But it's not exactly her that I've seen…it's like she reminds me of someone, you know?" Tess" head was cocked to the side as she studied Max, her crystalline eyes squinted in concentration.

"Who?" I asked, looking around the room. The only person Max reminded me of was Max herself.

Tess sighed as if she were millennia old. "If I knew who it was I wouldn't be so confused," she remarked in annoyance. I quirked a brow at her and she grunted by way of apology. Tess never snapped at me, was never that disrespectful. Not that I really minded, the brow was more of a question than a cue for her to apologize.

"If you ask me, I say she reminds me of Super-Extreme-Barbie," Ari said as he leant against the post of Ella's bed.

An annoyed look crossed Tess" face. "This is serious Ari. There's something…weird about this one. And besides, she looks nothing like a Barbie, let alone acts like one." Tess huffed out a breath of air in resignation.

"She's blonde isn't she?" Ari asked.

"With brown streaks," Tess replied. "And why are we arguing over what she looks like?" she asked no-one and everyone at the same time.

"I wonder if that's her natural hair," Dylan said, his arm around Ella in what I recognized as a possession. He held her to his chest in a gesture that had claimed written all over it in big fancy letters. If anyone tried to touch her they'd be slaughtered. And to think, Ella didn't even realize the claim that had been laid on her.

"I'm guessing it's brown," Sam said, as he came to stand at his full six feet again.

Ari snickered. "No way, she's a pure-bred blonde, I bet you."

"Well, there's only one way to find out for sure," Sam said, grinning, and before I could stop it, a harsh snarl escaped my throat, my teeth bared in fury. My eyes were wide, the blackness fading into a bright crimson.

Dylan sighed, blowing his hair out if his eyes. "Sam, stop being an ass. Fang, you alright?"

I blinked away the crimson as I ran a hand through my hair. "Fine," I said, glaring at Sam. I'd never been so bad at controlling my actions, my anger. It was ethereal, the way I was snapping so easily as of late.

"Well Fang, what do you think? Blonde or brown?" Ari asked, smirking at Sam.

I forced calmness back into my voice, and the next time I spoke my voice was its usual quiet, deadly demeanor. "Brown, definitely brown."

The smile was literally cut from Arias face. "What? You're meant to be on my side here," Ari near whined.

"I'm on my own side. Her hair is definitely brown, like Ella's."

Tess stiffened beside me, her eyes wide in sudden realization. "That's it!" she yelled, excited now. Everyone stared at her in confusion, waiting for her to elaborate. "Ella! That's who it is!"

Ella frowned, looking over the couch at Tess. Dylan released her ever-so-slightly so that she could actually see. "That's who what is?" she asked.

Tess rolled her eyes, coming to stand in front of Ella and Dylan. I watched curiously and silently from beside Max, not leaving her side.

"Haven't you been listening?" Tess asked, folding her arms in annoyance.

"Actually, no. After blood was dripped across my new white floors, I decided that I didn't want to listen to you guys or look at the human."

"Well Max? She reminds me of someone. She reminds me of you."

A weird look crossed Ella's face. "Uh, why? Because of the brown hair? You don't even know that she has brown hair naturally."

"No, it's not that, it's just…she just reminds me of you," Tess finished lamely, her point literally lost. There was a long silence before someone said anything. Unsurprisingly, it was me.

"Well, we might as well rid her of the memory now. Or rather, the memories."

MAX:

It was decided. Nudge was officially going to die.

I stood in the middle of my new school's gymnasium, clad in stretchy short-shorts, a sporting singlet and Nike sneakers, with my long hair pulled back into a pony. My arms were folded across my chest as an entire squad stared at me, varying looks displayed transversely across their features. Humph.

"In case you haven't realized Nudge, we don't need another team member. We've already got four Flyers, several Bases and enough Tumblers to create two teams. We don't need anymore." I watched the girl who was addressing Nudge. Her eyes were light brown, with bleach blonde hair that I guessed was originally the same brown as her eyes. Wow, so original.

Nudge snorted, flicking her side-fringe out of her face. "What are you, the captain? Or are you afraid that Max will take over your position?"

The girl glared at me through her poisoned fringe. "Are you kidding me? She's too tall, and she had no muscles on her body. How will she even balance in the air doing a simple Basket Toss?"

"Uh, you know I don't actually want—" I began, but Nudge cut me off before I had the chance.

"Shut up Max," she whispered vehemently before turning toward the black-haired beauty that was sitting on the middle of the three chairs that had been set up in front of me. "Jackie, Max was a gymnast. She'll be perfect on the team. And she'll be a fantastic additive. It's not like she's much taller than any of the Flyers, and I'm sure she'd be a fantastic Tumbler at least. Just let her show you what she can do."

Jackie, or as I liked to think of her, The Raven, turned emerald green eyes on me, so bright they almost hurt to look at. "You were a gymnast?" she asked calmly, raising a hand to her chin in thought.

I shrugged. "At my old school, and I wasn't very good at it. But I've never cheered in my life, and frankly, I don't really want to."

Nudge shot me a toxic look. "Ignore her, she's a little crazy today. Lack of water." I raised a brow in a "that's the best excuse you got?" look that earned me an inconspicuous middle finger that was hidden from the others as she scratched her eye with it. Humph, how cliché.

"Look, Jackie, I don't really want to be a skanky cheerleader, it's not my kind of gig—"

"Did you just call us skanky cheerleaders?" Bleachy asked, her mouth forming a delicately superficial "O" that really irked me. "Our uniforms are made specially to help us fly."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, whatever floats your boat. All I know is I'm not the superficial type, so sorry." I picked up my bag as if to leave, Nudge's eye literally twitching. Though before I could take a step Jackie's voice stopped me.

"Believe it or not Max, we're not actually that superficial. The guys get shit all the time because they're cheerleaders. This isn't some Hollywood movie, this isn't Bring it On. So firstly I'd appreciate it if you didn't stereotype us like everyone else in this fucked up place. Secondly, I want a round off back hand spring back tuck, now."

"I…what?" I noticed Nudge out of the corner of my eye doing some form of "happy dance." I didn't take that as I good sign.

"Do I have to repeat it? Gymnast. Round off back hand spring back tuck, now!"

My eyes narrowed as my arms came to rest across my chest. "Excuse me? I don't take orders well," I snapped, dropping my bag to the floor.

"Well if you want to be in the team—"

I cut the girl off. "I don't want to be on the team! I'd much rather join the football team." Jackie's head fell slightly left as she watched me in confusion.

"Max, just do the damn stunt!" Nudge yelled, so unlike her that I was actually stunned into performing it. When I landed back in the pencil position, Jackie was clapping.

"You're perfect," she said, grinning. The grin looked scarily evil, like someone who was plotting a bomb scare.

"But like I said—"

"How is your cheering?" she asked, eyes wide now. Her calmness had vanished, and she was now looked eerily freaky.

"Shit," I replied. If I was forced onto this team…

"Well, Monique can deal with that. But for now, welcome to the squad."

"Jackie, I already said I don't want—"

"Yo Jackie, how's it hanging?" All eyes turned toward the new voice, and mine were no exception. I spied the intruder angrily, for they were ruining my line for escaping this gig. However, instead if one, there were three, all of which looked extremely familiar. I frowned as I tried to remember where I'd seen the, before. In class? Passing by in the hallway?

Jackie squinted her eyes angrily. "Ari, get lost."

The one called Ari snorted but continued toward us with his two friends. As I was the closest, I was the one they reached first, though it seemed they weren't willingly to continue as the trio came to a stop half a metre away from me. I raised my eyes to meet the eyes of the person directly in front of me, who was already watching me with a gaze so intense I almost flinched.

"Max," he near whispered, his voice so smooth I had to blink to register the word. Which, weirdly enough, was my name.

"I have no idea who you are, so…" I shrugged by way of apology. How did this guy know my name? Nudge probably. Although she, weirdly enough, was standing completely still a few metres from me. And even more unfathomable, she was standing completely silent, near the bleach blonde bimbo too. Wow, I think Hell just froze over.

I watched with interest as the guy facing me smiled, ever so slightly, as if he thought something was funny. I frowned. "What?"

He shook his head. "I didn't say anything."

No, but he was thinking something.

"Fang, seriously, we're training here, can you not disturb us?" Jackie was standing now, striding toward me.

The black eyed one, Fang, gestured at me with his head. "You're recruiting her?" he asked, his voice oddly soft. It was also scarily predatory.

"Depends if she'll join," Jackie replied, eyeing me as she came to stand beside me. I noticed she was at least two feet taller than myself, so she literally had to look down at me. Great.

"I already told you, this isn't my gig. It's not my thing." I could honestly think of nothing worse than wearing little mini-skirts and jumping around in the air. God, I hated gymnastics as well!

Ari was looking at Jackie, shaking his head. "Practice? Please, your cheerleaders need more than practice. They need a freaking miracle."

It was right about there that I just tuned out. For some reason my head had been aching all day, and all I wanted to do was go to bed. That round off back hand spring back tuck really hadn't done me any wonders either. Picking up my bag, I barged through the trio, hitting Fang and the silent one beside him as I left. Yep, bed was sounding much too good right at that minute. As I pushed open the doors of the gym, sunshine rained across my skin blissfully and I sighed in content. Oh yeah, way better than a stuffy gym with a heap of cheerleaders. Damn Nudge. As I fell to the concrete floor I heard the doors open once more before another body fell down beside me, leaning against the wall, face toward the sun, basking in its light. I stared, my eyes trapped by his deep coloured features. I didn't know how long had passed as I continued to study his prominently masculine characteristics.

"You usually stare that long at one person without at least blinking?" he asked, his eyes opening as he turned his face to look at me.

I bit my bottom lip, a habit of mine. "What's your name?" I asked instead, despite the fact that I already knew.

The guy half-laughed. "Fang," he said, his eyes locking with mine.

"Weird name," I acknowledged, nodding as the wind blew my hair around. The clouds began to enclose over the sun, blocking its light from us. "Your parent's alchos?"

Fang snorted in what I thought was laughter. "No," he said, grinning as he watched the clouds steadily veil the sun depressingly.

"Nickname?" I asked instead.

"I guess you could say that," he replied, shrugging.

"What's you actual name then?" I asked casually. Obsidian eyes met mine with raised brows and I nodded. "Okay, you're not telling me. That's cool. Why Fang then?"

Fang pulled back his lips from his teeth revealing scalpel sharp incisors that protruded through his gums. "That, and the fact that I bit the doctor when I was a kid. Enough said?"

I laughed. "Yeah, enough said. Werewolf," I remarked, grinning.

"I didn't know you were a gymnast," Fang began conversationally.

"As far as I knew, you didn't even know me."

Fang paused. "You just don't seem like a person who like gymnastics."

I snorted. "I didn't, I hated it. I was recommended by a councilor to go into some kind of sports to get my mind of, um, certain things. Dad wouldn't let me get into football, and I wasn't one for running around a field in a skirt. So, gymnastics it was."

"Interesting story," Fang said, his eyes on the darkening sky.

"That's so weird," I remarked, lifting my eyes to the heavens as well.

"What is?"

"The sky. How it can go from beautiful and light to dull and depressing like that. Actually, I've never seen it before. It's like a person switching emotions, or losing control. It's just…weird."

Fang opened his mouth to say something, but closed it a second later.

"What?" I asked. "Say it."

The corner of his mouth lifted as the wind blew obsidian hair across his face. "You're extremely observant for a—you're extremely observant."

Speaking of observant, what was with the sudden change in word? "Well, little things amuse me. You know what they say, small things amuse small minds."

"You are aware that you just insulted yourself, right?" Fang asked, lips twitching.

"Yeah, I know. Basically I couldn't remember what it was, so I just said the first thing that popped into my head."

Fang nodded. "Well okay then."

There was a companionable silence before I spoke once more. "You know Fang, I can't shake the feeling that I've met you before."

Fang frowned, looking down at me with deep night shaded eyes. "What?"

"I don't know. I just feel like I've seen you before."

He relaxed. "Probably in the hallways or something."

"Well, maybe I said that wrong. I mean, it's like I've met you before. Like we've seen each other and actually talked or something."

"Well, I don't think I've ever met you before, but if that's what you think…"

"No, it's not what I think, it's what my gut is telling me. But, you know…" I shrugged and stood. "Whatever it is, it's just a feeling right?"

"Right," Fang said, coming to stand too.

"Well, I better go. Unless I want to miss the bus. My little brother destroyed my car, so the old Firebird's now in shop."

"Firebird? You like cars?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Well, I'll see you around."

Fang nodded, his eyes darkening in shade, becoming an endless abyss of darkness. "Yeah, I'll see you around Max."

I shivered, the sound wrapping around my body as I walked off.

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