Ella POV:

Fang quickly recovered from his shock and put his shoulder under Iggy's arm. "Come on man, I'll help you get

cleaned up, and then you can tell us what's going on." He gently led Iggy up the stairs, but stopped and caught

my eye. "Lock the door." He mouthed silently. And then pulled Iggy into the bathroom. Fang's words broke me out

of my trance, and I quickly locked the front door and slid down it, letting out my breath in a whoosh. "Ella?" Max

walked in from the kitchen, with a concerned look on her face. "You okay?" I shook my head. She sat down next to

me and started to gently rub my head. "Fang's going to clean him up, he'll be fine, don't worry." "I know that." I

stood abruptly. "I'm…going to get some water." Max looked up at me with worry in her eyes. "Okay." She said

softly. I stiffly walked to the bathroom and splashed water on my face.

Iggy's father. The hair, the job description. My eyes narrowed. It couldn't be. Could it?

Iggy POV: I'd gone too long without fresh blood. I needed to see it. To feel it run through my fingers. And I did just

that.

Fang heaved me into a sparkling white bathtub. "The blood…will stain…" I said scratchily. Fang gave me a long

look. "Do I look like I give a fuck?" He then turned on the shower and warm water cascaded over me. "Still in my

clothes dumbass." "What, do you expect me to strip you down?" Fang's quirky smile reappeared. "Sorry, I don't

roll that way." I chuckled. "Damn." Fang laughed and turned off the water. "Here." He threw a towel at me.

"There's some clean clothes in my room for you, Max got them for you. We guessed on your sizes, sorry." I waved

his apologies off with my hand. "It's fine. Besides, I need to get back ho-" I stopped mid-sentence. Fang gave me

an apologetic look. "You can't go back there for 48 hours, right Iggy?" I silently nodded. Fang very gently patted

my shoulder, and then walked out. "Come downstairs when you're done. We need to talk." He called over his

shoulder. "Okay." I answered begrudgingly. I dried myself off and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. A pale,

blue eyed 16 year old with wet blond, blue, and black hair and piercings stared back at me. "Huh. I don

't look the part." I remarked. I inspected my face for another few seconds, and then entered Fang's room. A pair of

black sweatpants and a long sleeved Dark Souls shirt awaited me on his bed. "Nice." I thought. After changing, I

took a deep breath, and headed downstairs, for what would be my interrogation.

A/N: OKAY...I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW SORRY I AM FOR NOT UPDATING IN OVER 4 MONTHS. SCHOOL STARTED, SOPHOMORE YEAR IS IS FILLED WITH HOMEWORK, AND I WILL TRY AND BE UPDATING AS REGULARLY AS I CAN. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FORGIVE ME. ): Anyway, cliffhanger abolished luckily! :D See you next chapter! -Isa