Hey Guys! Sorry I've been away so long, but my laptop, Rose, broke. So I finally got her fixed kinda. So for now we're good. For now.

(Fang's POV)

I walked out of my bathroom with my black flannel pants and a towel thrown over my shoulder. I kept brushing my fringe out of my eyes so I could see but since it was wet, it was difficult. I entered the makeshift living room where I saw Ignatious, or whatever Max called him because she said various names, lounging on the couch. He looked at me and whistled.

"What?"

"I'd put a shirt on before Max gets done with her shower, Fangy."

I raised my eyebrows. "What? Why?"

"Because I am not interested in watching you two jump each other while I'm watching television."

"What?" I was thoroughly confused.

"Well either you're repetitive or completely clueless. Don't tell me you guys don't notice the way you two, how do I put this, interact."

"How do we 'interact' exactly?"

He gave me an incredulous look and began imitating Max in a high voice. "Oh, Hero. You're so strong and a total hottie. You're just the perfect guy." Then he continued in a deeper gravelly voice. "You bet I am, Princess. So just let me blatantly flirt with you and make innuendoes while we make goo-goo eyes at each other." I guess that was supposed to be me. I glared at him.

"First of all, I don't sound like that. Secondly, we don't flirt. Lastly, we haven't even known each other a week!" He tsked and shook his head, which was partly dry from his shower.

"You have no faith in love in first sight, huh?" He must be certifiably insane. That must be why Max is friends with him, he makes her look normal.

"Of course not! It's a ridiculous concept." I denied.

"Come on, think of the badass kids you guys could have!"

"Kids!?" He really was insane, what the hell is wrong with him!?

"Yeah! I mean half demon, one-fourth angel, and one-fourth human! They'd be the ultimate hybrids!"

"Who'd be the ultimate hybrids?" Max questioned while she strolled in drying her hair with a towel. And to answer your question, I only stared at the clothes sticking to her damp body for a few seconds.

"Your and Fang's kids." Ignatious said casually. Max however, seemed to choke on her own spit and started coughing violently. I walked up behind her and patted her back.

"You okay?"

She whipped around. "Okay?! Iggy what the hell is wrong with you!?" Oh, so his name was Iggy. That's much more simple than Ignatious.

Iggy was now laughing so hard he was snorting. "Oh god Maxie, you should see the look on your face, it was priceless!"

Max's face was so red I could picture the steam coming out of her ears and I grinned at the sight.

"I'm going to throttle you!" She exclaimed tackling Iggy who was still on the couch. His eyes widened.

"Hey, wait hold on, I was only kidding!" He tried to defend himself by putting his arms up to keep her away but she overpowered him. They fell off the couch and onto the floor continuing to wrestle. They must do this often, although Iggy did deserve it.

"Ow! Did you just bite me?!" Max pulled back rubbing her nose. Iggy huffed and crossed his arms.

"So what if I did?" He muttered.

"That's disgusting. You are disgusting." Max blanched.

He winked at her. "Admit it. You like it."

"That is a lie." She stated.

"Well you'd certainly like it if I were a certain black haired hottie."

"You think Fang is hot?" She inquired.

He grinned a sly grin. "I never said it was Fang."

She went to say something but ended up not having a comeback and closing her mouth, then continuing to open it again when she thought she had thought of something. She resembled a fish gasping for its last breath. It was very entertaining and very educational. I now know she thinks I'm hot.

"Shut up." She mumbled as her brilliant response.

Iggy saluted and dramatically exaggerated the words. "Sir, yes, sir."

I decided it was time for me to intervene. "So as much fun as it is watching the two of you interacting as childishly as you do, I believe we have actual work to discuss."

"Dude you are so bipolar! Are you like schizophrenic or something?" Iggy explained.

I glared at him. "No, in fact I'm positive I'm more stable then you are, Iggy."

"Don't be so judgmental either." Max chastised Iggy.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, Mother. I'll be sure to keep myself from my very nature as a demon since you seem to forget that not everyone is as sensitive as you!" He said defensively.

"Don't even go there you-"

"Hey!" I called to keep them from arguing. I'd never seen the tensions so high between them before but to be fair, I've only known him for a couple hours. "There's no need to argue."

Iggy looked irate which was weird. He doesn't seem like the type to have many things get to him.

"There's damn well enough reason to argue! I don't know if you realized this, but I now can never go home, I have the freaking Devil himself trying to kill me, and the person who is the cause of all this, the person who is supposed to be my best friend and sister, is siding with a guy that she's known for 3 days. You think I don't see where this is going? Max is my only family left and I am never going to lose her, okay? I've literally been through Hell for her and it's my job to protect her. I can't exactly trust you since a couple days ago you wanted to kill her! You've killed tons of my kind, demons I knew! Demons that barely act like demons! We're not all the same you know. We're all different. Some are spiteful, some bitter, some angry, some morbidly depressed, and others completely fine! But it doesn't matter, as long as you fufill your duty to kill. Not very angelic if you ask me."

I didn't know what to say. What the hell could I have said? That's not what I was thinking about though. There was one thought going through my mind. Is he right?

(Max POV)

Oh, Iggy. I'm so sorry. I really am. I had no idea you felt like that. You're my brother and I love you and I would never leave you like your parents did, I promise.

Those were all the words I wanted to say, was going to say. But I didn't get the chance when Iggy ran from the room and out the door. I ran after him, but he had already dissappeared, traveling in the shadows.

"Iggy!" I called into the night. "Iggy, please! Can we talk about this!?"

The only answer I got was the wind blowing in my face making me shiver because of my thin clothes and still damp hair. I felt an arm drape over my shoulder and started rubbing my arm in an attempt to keep me from freezing. I appreciated it.

"He'll be back, Max." Fang reassured me.

I just stared off into the night where I wish he was. "I know."

"Come on. It's cold. Let's go inside."

I just found myself nodding. I sat down on the couch while he sat across from me in the old weathered chair where the color had ran from the fabric. He must have fished it out of the dump. Points for ingenuity. There was a tense silence for a couple minutes until he broke it.

"So, badass kids huh?" He smirked.

My eyes bugged out and I threw an old tattered pillow at him. "Why would you bring that up!?" He just shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe you wanna practice?" I squinted my eyes concentrating on his drastically different posture and his now joking mood.

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"One minute you'll be joking around and making dirty jokes and stuff, then the next you're all prim and proper speaking in that old english sounding talk?"

He seemed to think about it for a while. I was going to tell him to forget it until he beat me to it.

"Did you ever notice that we are two different people sharing one form fighting a never ending war inside of ourselves?"

"Huh?"

His eyes looked like they were far away and not focusing on any one thing. "Max. We are not natural. We are freaks of nature that were never meant to exist. You're Lucifer's daughter and one of the kindest creatures I've met. I'm an angel that is forbidden to enter Heaven. Tell me something. Whenever you try to fill your duties of taking souls you always hesitate don't you? You always stop and fight your own thoughts. What's right and what's your duty? That's not normal. You're not normal. Normal demons kill and take. No questions asked, no answers needed. They're Hell's soldiers that abuse their power. Humans aren't any better. At least demons admit what their doing. Humans follow their moral compass. They always try to do what's right and when what they want to do isn't right, they either twist their minds or the situation until it is. They need to do what they think is right, it's human nature.

Evil in humans comes from ignorance or righteousness. Ignorance when they don't fully understand a situation or when they do not think ahead. Righteousness when they think that the universe owes them. That it is their birthright to do something. 'That person deserves to die because they stole from someone. I decide that I should kill him, but it's just because he deserves it. I have the right to decide that.' That's how their minds work. They are always doing something to 'better' their world and as long as it makes sense to the mind that they have twisted into an unrecognizable shape then they will stop at nothing to go through with it. They are all so important is what they think. They all think that their insignificant little lives mean something when in reality they could die and no one would spare a second glance. Demons and humans are extraordinarily different beings and both are trapped inside your single head while they each fight every minute for control, right?" He looked directly into my eyes as if he knew every single last detail about me. It was terrifying.

I was speechless. We had such varying views on the world and life but he knew. He knew exactly what it was like. I just nodded, too frightened to talk.

He continued, "You may have different beings, but me? I have two species that were literally created to defy the other at every turn. There is never a moment in silence in my mind until once side gains control for a short time. Always for a short time though. The fighting always returns. My two sides rip and tear and shred every last part of me that wants to be left alone. I don't want to be the angel. I don't want to be the demon. I just want to be me." He sounded so anguished like he was in so much pain that it was killing him. Every time that his personality changed, it was because some other part took over. He was right, we were similar, by my two parts are far more similar than his. They merge and make me stronger while his destroyed.

I didn't know what to do so I stood up, walked over to the chair, took his face out of his hands were he had placed them, and climbed into the chair between his legs and embraced him. He buried his face into the slope of my neck while his shoulders shook softly and his arms tightened around my waist. This wasn't rude demon Fang nor was it the conservative angel Fang. This was just Fang. The one who never had anyone that could even begin to comprehend or understand. The one who never had anyone to talk to. The one that has been carry the weight of Heaven and Hell on his shoulders while he did the duty assigned to him to prove himself. Well the jerks that are making him do that can screw off because he really is a hero. One that won't be alone ever again.

Sorry it's kind of a filler but I'm trying to get back in the swing of things. At least you understand Fang's mood swings now!