Hey guys, I'm finally updating again. There were comments saying that my chapters were too short, and I totally agree! So if some people (i don't care who) can review saying a good, sensible amount of wds for a chapter, I will greatly appreciate it. R&R

Disclaimer: James Patterson


I shoved the rapist's unconsious body off of me. Sorely, I yanked on my pants, and left the appartment. I'd leave it to my idiot mother to find him before he bled to death. I walked the streets, already knowing what I had to do. Where I had to go.

I watched my feet slowly make their way to Fang's appartment. I watched them walk up the stairs. Then I watched them stand infront of his door. Then I saw my right hand, bloody and torn, raise itself, a lightly knock on the door, leaving blood where it touched.

Immediatly the door swung open. There was Fang, sweaty and shirtless, who looked very surprised to see me.

"Max, I didn't expect..." his gaze slowly went over me. "What the hell happened?"

I stood there, shy from all his skin showing, and just stared at my feet. My old running shoes were splattered with blood. My plain white t-shirt was almost fully red, and my pants torn and stained.

"I..." what could I say? I ran into the rapist again? And here I was just standing outside Fang's door, blood dripping everywere, expecting shelter and food?

God, I was acting like such a charity case. What did I expect, him to just let me in? Tears pricked my eyes, and one fell loose and down my cheek. "I..."

Fang watched me slowly break down infront of him. My barrier was lost in the mist of his presence, for some reason, his striking eyes bore into my soul and made me forget. I forgot everything. My drunk mother, the rapist, Jeb, my hundred's of oppenents I had fought so many times before. I even forgot myself for a second. It was just me and Fang, I bloody girl and striking boy. We stood there, watching eachother, and then he slowly moved towards me opening his arms. I felt myself leaning towards him, opening my heart.

We embraced, me crying deeply into his naked shoulder, while I felt his mouth on my forhead, going, "Shh, shh, it's alright... It's over now..."

His hand stroked my bloody hair, and I held onto him tighter, leaving no space between our bodies. He walked backwards, taking me with him, closed the door, and sat us down on the couch. There he leaned back, and I found myself sitting in his lap, my face now level with his.

The tears seemed to dry, although the wet drops still dribbled on my cheeks and chin. He watched me with the dark eyes, and puckered his lips to form another, "Shh..."

He raised his hand and brushed my cheek to jaw and chin, taking away some tears. "Shh pretty girl, the worst is now over."

I found myself having trouble breathing. Pretty girl. His compliments still came as a surprice, like lightning.

"Shh..."

I was leaning towards him now, feeling my body scrunch up against him, and feeling a bubble of excitement in my stomach. Now his breath was on my face, his eyes watching me emotionless.

"Ah." I made a small sound in the back of my throat and moved closer. My nose brushed his strong jaw, and I felt his chest move up and down faster now, he was breathing deeply. I placed a hand on his neck as slowly brushed my other hand through his hair.

His mouth opened and warm air came out, wafting my face.

"Fang..." I was so quiet, so calm. He was making me forget everything. Everything bad that had ever happened, anything bad that may happen, everything. The barriers were gone, melted away as long as he was here. I felt him touch my soul in a way that had never been touched before. The kindness of a stranger was now the love of a familiar friend.

"Max..." His whisper sent electricity through me, and I made a small sound of pleasure in my throat. He smiled a little and said my name again. "Max..."

I made a higher pitched sound and moved my lips to his ear. "Fang..."

He shivered beneath me and I felt his hands on my waist, felt the heat of his large hands through my bloody t-shirt. Our legs tangled together. We were so close to the perfect kiss, and this fact just by itself made me brave.

I put my legs on either side of his hips, and he stared at me, memerized. I pushed back my hair, saying, "Do have some cloths I can borrow? I'm all bloody." I was baiting him, and at the same time playing hard to get.

His eyes narrowed a little at the challenge.

"Sure, and maybe you'll need some help getting these off. After all, I can see your wounds better, and can help the cloth from gettig caught in them..."

I stared at him openmouthed as I felt his hot hands slowly push my shirt up.


Okay, so they're being physical~! I just can't help it, Fang is so hot!! anyway, review pls!