"Fang!" Max shot up from the couch, she was waking up from yet another nightmare…but this time Fang was in it.

That night…when a stranger had come into Becca's house, Max and her weren't allowed to stay in the same home anymore. So, they grabbed their stuff and left. A nice woman cop drove them to Ella's house.

Luckily, both Ella and Nudge had been in the same house at the time the accident happened. When both Max and Becca arrived tired and with tears they left Ella and Nudge as well as Ella's parents worried.

"I have to go I have to find Fang he needs me he's in danger!" I said breathlessly and all without a pause, no period, no comma.

I shot up from the couch. I tripped over my bag that was thrown on the floor but I immediately got up, I didn't care. I ran downstairs. Becca and I slept in a spare bedroom in Ella's house. And Nudge slept with her sleeping bag in Ella's room. The second we arrived at Ella's house, we both fell asleep…cold asleep, really. No girl talk, no nothing,!

Panicky, I ran downstairs, I fumbled a few steps but I caught my balance. I rushed out through the door.

No one had noticed me. It was 8AM and everyone was still sleeping. I fell asleep in the clothes I was wearing the night before, I just took off my sneakers, that's it. But I slid them on when I ran.

I ran and ran to Fang's motel. I was tired, I took a cab and they left me in Fang's motel. "Fang!" I yelled as I ran by the corner of the street where he lived. Everything happened so fast from when I was dreaming to just now. So fast…

I rushed up to his door and pounded my fist on it, "Fang!" I yelled, but no answer. I got worried. I peeked through the window. The lights were off. No sound, not even the sound of footsteps walking up to the door.

I still can't believe how everything happened so quickly. Five minutes ago I felt like I was just having a dream. And now, I was here, standing right in front of Fang's doorstep…pounding on the façade of the door for him to let me in.

I had a bad dream…another nightmare. And Fang was involved in it. I don't care how much I was trying to avoid him now. After that whole passionate scene that happened between us, I felt so embarrassed and didn't want to see him ever again, but now I was eager to! I wanted to make sure he was okay! Oh no…what if my dream was a warning? I have to find Fang!

"So Fang…tell me-" The man said as Fang was lying on the floor. Still tied up and on the chair. He had red strangle marks all over his neck. Fang weakly let out a small groan. There were tears in his eyes. But he hadn't been crying, they were just a natural response from him. Fang had never cried. But his body, it did cry. His eyes formed water around his eyes, damping up and blurring in his vision. His body ached from all the pain he was receiving all these years…mental and physical.

When would it stop?

Fang's eyes were half shut. He looked very weak, he couldn't say anything. He was having his life slowly taken away form him by the hands of a man whom he hated with a passion so much.

"Oh…what's that…I didn't hear you" The man said in a sly tone chuckling. "How does it feel? How does it feel to have everything you ever wanted handed on a silver platter and then it all suddenly taken away form you-" He snapped his fingers in Fang's face, causing Fang to blink, "-just like that?"

The man leaned down to Fang, "Huh?...Tell me!" He demanded.

Fang turned to him, "Shut up! You don't what you're talking about…I've never, ever had anything handed to me just like that!" Fang suddenly burst out into anger as he starred at the man with disgust and hatred.

The man chuckled. "You're doing good."

Fang breathed, he inhaled and exhaled and kept doing it.

"The hate, the madness, the lust! Hahahahah! That's why I like you kid! Hahaha, I've never met any man who hated something so much he'd work so hard to destroy it even if it ended up destroying himself, I love it! Hahahahahah!" he laughed evilly.

"You don't know me…" Fang said with eyebrows furrowed and a sly mouth expression on.

"Oh…I don't?" "-Well…I guess I don't….I mean there's many things I do not know about you…like what you do to get away from this all…what makes you happy…if there's…a girl in your life…

Suddenly Fang's face went form pure disgust and hatred towards the man to shocked and wide-eyed. Fang's pupils got smaller as his mouth dropped open…his jaw clenching. Fang had totally understood what the man was talking about…

Who he was talking about….

"Don't you dare touch her" Fang said in a quiet but demonic voice…actually throwing the psycho off for a second there as he raised his eyebrows, "Hahahahahah! That's what I love! More hatred! Hahahahahah yes! This is the Fang I used to know…you didn't really think you could one day blink your eyes and wake up the next day with a completely new blank page for you to write up…what did you want…what did you wish for? Was it happiness…""

Fang's face expression grew with more hatred.

"-freedom?....." continued the sly man

Fang grew even madder than before.

"—forgiveness?..."

More repulsive emotions towards the man grew onto Fang's face.

The man then let out a small chuckle as he finished wanting to get Fang the angriest he could possibly ever be, "---Love?..." The man said with a devious grin and an insane look on his face.

It's official. If there was ever a time Fang was ever going to let out his deepest emotion of anger and hatred…now would be it. Hate and anger submerged through Fang as his veins pumped even more blood and faster throughout his whole body. His face was fading away form pale to a red color form all the blood pulsating though his veins. Sweat was dripping off his forehead and onto his temples. His voice was gruff as he breathed steadily trying to control his emotions. He wanted to tear away from his chair, he wanted o jump on this man and tear his face off. He wanted to beat all the emotions he was ever feeling right into this man. He wanted to puncture him with these sad feelings. He wanted to let him know how it felt like to be him. He wanted to shove them in his face forcefully.

Fang had to control himself. He had to constrain himself. He knew eventually one day this day would come. All these repressed feelings. This man he was one of the ones to caused Fang the most anger. Fang never knew why. One day, Fang just cracked. And that's when it all went wrong.

Why should have to moil for this man?

Fang was merely a tool for this man…but his favorite tool as he once said.

He loved that Fang would never show any other emotion besides hate, anger, and lust…of even more hate. Fang was like a wild dog who savaged and savaged…but instead for food like dogs do…he savaged for even more hate…he got so caught up in hating so much, that he…

Fell in love with Hatred.

True, this man never met another so determined.

He was just like him.

That's why he wanted Fang to join him.

He took care of Fang.

And with this new "job" as one would call it, Fang could live…

He didn't have to live off in the streets anymore. He became more determined. He became more focused in wanting what he had searched for and hoped for back before…his sister.

"Well….Fang…it's been fun" The man evilly smiled towards Fang. Fang's face was like stone.

"You'll be coming back to me…and when you do…I'll have the doors opened…you'll be begging for more" The man said as he turned around to walk away just as soon as he heard some random police car slowly pass by.

He eyed it.

He stopped and spun on his heel turning back to Fang…"You'll want to keep her….-" He said with a devious look of a psychotic man as he slipped out a photograph of…Max…He finished, "—safe" Then he started laughing evilly and walked away, then disappearing off out of Fang's sight.

The photo flew by the air…it gently and slowly danced in the currents of the wind as it plopped down onto the ground near Fang. He looked at the photo to see who it was; he got wide-eyed. His pupils practically invisible; more sweat cracking form his temples. His jaw clenching. A guttural sound releasing from him…the sight of the photo making his heart skip beats causing him to miss few breaths and choke out as he grimaced towards the direction where the man was walking.

The photo was of Max walking in a neighborhood. The picture seemed weird as if it was shot zoomed in. You could tell whoever took the snapshot was far away form her…watching her…

In the picture, she was wearing some black capris and a grey hoodie over. She was listening to her iPod as she had her ear pieces on and her iPod was clung to her waist on the loops of her Capri jeans. Her arms were up as she was putting her hair up in a ponytail and taking a step forward walking on a sidewalk. No other was in the picture…just Max.

Fang bowed his head down onto the hard ground. He closed his eyes. He was still tied up, with heavy duty rope…causing his wrists to chafe and turn red.

I ran and ran…I was so out of breath but somehow, I didn't care…at all.

I had a goal and that was to find Fang…

Since that day we met…that very unfortunate day…I just….felt something new…in my heart….

I needed to know he was okay. I checked everywhere he usually hangs out. I've been to where he lives and he didn't answer. I've been to some music store since what teen doesn't love music? Then…God forgive me I'd ever think of Fang to get involved with this type of stuff…but I even went to some prostitute club…since ya know…guys hang there a lot. But I didn't know where to look now. I stopped breathless. I sat down. My legs hurt so bad from running and my stomach ached. I didn't eat anything. How could I possibly think I could keep this up forever if I didn't have any energy? It's like trying to drive a car with no gas…I needed something to eat. My stomach churned…but I ignored it. I didn't have time. Something in me told me to go look for him…for Fang.

Then…it hit me…Fang was the mysterious loner type. He had to be in a mysterious, loner place. Where would this be? I thought.

A haunted house?

Nah. This is Fang we're looking for not a ghost! Ugh…

Ooooh I know! An abandoned place!

I spotted a random man walking with his two dogs. He looked like he was in his thirties. "Excuse me mister" I said interrupting him while he was picking up his dog's poop. He looked at me, "Uh…do you know of any abandoned places around here?" I said. He let out a snort and responded, "Well…there is but I don't see why you would want to go there…but it's more near the south…take a couple 5 blocks from here and make a turn…there's this huge abandoned warehouse…it's hidden behind a lot of trees and shrubs so it'll be difficult to spot at first" He said.

I nodded, "Thanks so much!" I quickly smiled and immediately ran off before he could reply.

I ran in lighting speed. I was running so fast, I could hear my heart pump faster. Wind was gushing right through me. I did just what the guy said…I counted the blocks and made a turn to the south….then I spotted some trees…actually lots of them. There was also this huge truck loaded with timber but it looked really dusty and like it hasn't been used in ages. I gasped for air as I made my way closer to the truck.

One of the logs fell and I jumped up…it scared the crap outta me.

I jogged until I saw a huge panel protrude from above some really super huge trees. I looked above and saw a roof. I ran towards the trees and moved away some shrubs. I was there, I had to open a door though. It was really strong. It had dust. I opened it and it make a creek noise…creepy.

I entered the warehouse, "Hello?" I said. I kept walking. This place felt very weird…

A presence was near, I could sense it. It just vibrated off into the atmosphere. Then I opened another door and allot of iron poles came falling. Luckily, I dodged them. "Ooops" I muttered. "Fang?" I called. I hope he was here.

I looked outside. It started to get dark and cold. I didn't like the dark or the cold. I liked sunshine and light. Dark things kind of scared me. Scenario-wise I mean.

I kept walking, I bumped into a spider web and screamed. Hahaha. What can I say? It caught me off guard.

As I took a step forward, I heard a creak sound. "Oh" I said as I starred down below me. Without thinking, I started running because I knew the floor was breaking.

Oops.

My foot stopped on a wooden floor part and my foot went right through it as I shrieked in pain and then my leg slid.

I spotted a wire hanging from a huge truck inside the warehouse. I tried to reach for it.

Crap.

I shouldn't have done that. As soon as my fingers reached for it, I clung my whole body weight onto it to slip out my leg form the hole. But it came falling down as I was stuck there like an idiot starring at the rope and then at a huge pice of machinery that sloly came tumbling down, " no noooooooo!" I shouted but it fell and I sighed relief; I thought that huge piece of m equipment was going to brake the floor in half the second it touched the floor. I laughed at myself.

But then I heard a creak again. "Uh-oh…spoke too soon" I added, in a sarcastic tone as I stopped laughing and the wooden floor split and went tumbling down and I fell to the bottom floor below me where my leg was sticking out. I yelled and landed on top of some squishy blue plastic bag thingy to cover up machinery…ya know what I mean?

So I got a good landing. But I got up so the stuff would hit me, I rolled over and the impact of the stuff made me fall out through the window as I fell out…the glass broke and I went flying, "Ahhh!" I screamed and landed in a pile of sand. I groaned, "Eww" I spit out some sand that went in my mouth.

I got up on all fours and rolled over and then hit the grassy ground. "Ouch" I said.

I got up and sighed, "Just a few scratches…but I'm okay" I said.

Then I turned and my jaw practically dropped to the ground.

I'm such an idiot!

"Aghhhh!" I yelled out in a fist of fury…there was a back door! This whole time! I could've gotten through the back door!

I opened it and then suddenly stopped arguing with myself. My eyes went wide as I saw a figure lie on the floor on a chair.

I ran up to it and as I got closer, I realized it was Fang. I gasped when I arrived…..

"Fang? Fang!" I yelled, I walked up to him and faced him, I sat down on my knees.

I grabbed his shoulder and shook it, "Fang!" I whispered beneath my low breath.

I cupped his face. What happened to him?

He suddenly opened one of his eyes very slowly.

Just one.

His other eye was sut and it looked damp and kind of bruised. I gasped.

"Wake up!" I yelped grabbing his shirt. Then I suddenly noticed the ropes around him…he was tied up…my eyes trialed over his entire body and stopped at his neck, there were some red marks…in the forms n hands….someone strangled him?

I gasped, I grabbed his head and instinctively pushed it into my chest. This feeling made my heart skip beats and I froze for a very long time.

I gulped and looked down at him. He was sweaty.

I took my hands and untied the knots. They were hard and I kept struggling, then I remembered that Fang kept a pocket knife in his pocket…I searched through his pocket of his skinny jeans and dug my hand in there. Wow. It really was tight…that's why they're called skinny jeans…it's impossible to fit anything into them.

Wow, this was uncomfortable.

I noticed as soon as my hand traveled down his pants where his pockets were, his face froze and I saw him slightly blush as his body stiffened. I blushed too, but I got it! I grabbed the knife and being careful not to cut him, I carefully ripped the ropes in half, cutting them off him. Now, for his ankles. They got off too. I threw the ropes aside.

I looked at him. He was motionless. His eye was open but he wasn't moving. I lowered my head and placed it against his chest to feel his heartbeat…I felt his heart skip faster as I came closer to him and I also felt his muscles tighten as he had a little spasm there.

"Sorry" I muttered.

He let out a small groan.

I chuckled an he frowned at me. He partially lifted his head up but failed and laid it back down on the cement.

I leaned closer and grabbed a hold of the rope that was wrapped on his waist. I grabbed the knife and slid it between Fang's shirt and the rope.

I swiped the rope off and threw it aside. Fang sat himself up and then felt lazy because he slid his body onto the ground again.

I sighed. "So…you going to tell me what happened?" I asked.

"I'm worried about you" I said.

I saw a corner of his lips curve up but he didn't look at me. "What's your name?" He asked. My eyes widened, I gasped in shock as I realized I never told him my name...oops!

"Max" I said smiling.

He shifted his body towards me and sat up…he rubbed his neck…"Max…" He repeated. I nodded and smiled at him.

I noticed at the sudden word of my name he sighed pleasantly causing me to blush and look away.

"You need to go" He said.

I blinked numerous times taken aback. "Wh-" I started but was stopped by a picture I noticed on the ground. I looked at it and could feel Fang's jaw clench tight as I picked it up, "Wait…that's me…" I said.

I looked at him. He looked at me in a serious face, "You're not safe here…get away" He said.

"What? I'm not?" I asked.

"Go" He said.

"First you have to tell me what all this is about! How do you have this picture of me?" I asked him pointing to it.

"It's not mine…" He said.

I blinked, "Then whose is it?"

"That man…who attacked you….he threw it to me" He said looking at the picture then at me.

My jaw dropped open, worry covered my whole face, "W-Where is he?" I asked turning around…eyeing all my surroundings. M heart started beating faster. Fang could feel it, because he placed a hand on my arm, "I, I dunno…he was here…he tied me up…he shot me with a tranquilizer and brought me back here…that's when I woke up" He said with a stern voice.

"So he did this to you?" I asked.

He looked away and nodded.

I dropped the photo and looked down at my shoes.

"Why does he have this photo?" I asked

He shrugged and got up, he limped and fell face first onto the ground. I gasped and rushed up to help him. "You're hurt" I said.

He shrugged, "I'm okay…no I'm great…I'm stupendous" He said but I could see pain in his eyes.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I dunno…I don't wanna be here" He said.

That's because it brought back memories…memories he didn't want anymore.

"Fang-" I stopped as he made a weird motion with his head as if he ducked it down. He fell over on all fours and started gagging as he lifted his arm up to place a hand on his throat. "Fan-" Then he vomited.

"fang!" I ran to him and patted his back as he let it out. I slipped my hand into his so he'd feel okay.

With surprised, he actually tightened the grip of our fingers together. I didn't stop him fro doing so, I kept patting his back and now I was rubbing it. I pushed down on his back so he'd sit down, he did. I id too; he wiped his mouth with an arm. Without thinking, I lifted my arm up and subtly grabbed a side of his face and turned it to me. Our faces were really close now.

He then puffed up his cheeks and let go of my hand to vomit again. I watched him as he did O.o I know this is going to sound weird but something about those sounds he was making while ya know….made him seem even more attracting to me…. O.o

WAIT! STOP THINKING THIS! UGHHH!

HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY FIND A GUY VOMITTING SEXY? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! WERE YOU DROPPED ON YOUR HEAD AS A CHILD!

I shook my head getting those thoughts away, I continued patting his back. But soon, the 'patting' turned into well caressing Dx I couldn't help it….his slender body just ached to be touched! XD

I didn't notice as I was unconsciously slowly sliding my hands up and down his back…even though he had a shirt on…you could still see his defined muscles and his long slim back was so beautiful even when covered. I noticed him let out a huge sigh and shiver at the same time.

Then I stopped. What was I doing! I can't just touch him like that? I immediately took my hands away from him and back to my sides. I leaned closer to him as his eyes were closed, but he was letting out small breaths. "Fang?" I managed to ask.

He looked up at me and shot me a glance, I blinked and looked at him confused.

"T-That…That…felt good" He muttered.

I blushed, "Oh"

Awkward silence

"y-you didn't like that…I-I'm sorry I didn't notice...I realize it made you uncomfortable, I won't touch you like that again"

"N-no, it was nice" He said not looking at me.

I sniffled, then I sneezed with my eyes closed. I opened them and Fang was looking right at me, "ahem" I said to him

"What?" He said shrugging.

"Aren't you going to say something?" I said annoyed.

"Like what?...Oh, bless you" He said.

"Thanks" I muttered.

O.o

"Where'd you get the picture?" I asked him pointing to it where it was on the floor.

He shrugged, "I told you…" His voice trailed off.

I shook my head, "You're obviously not telling me the whole truth!" I said accusingly.

He sighed, "You actually want to know?" He asked looking into my eyes.

I was taken aback by his comment but then nodded, "If I'm in danger, I would most definitely want to know!" I yelled at him.

He frowned at me then dropped his head, "Fine" He mumbled.

"Why is he following me?"

I asked him with fear all over my face.

He looked up at me, eyes widened, "Following you?" He repeated

I nodded, "This psycho…yesterday he tried to do something to my friend! And because him, I think she's traumatized! Why?" I got closer to his face asking him accusingly. I knew he knew something. I grabbed his shirt into my fists.

"Okay…don't get mad at me!" He yelled back slapping my hand away form him.

I looked at him with shock, "Hmph!" I said, turning the other way as I sat opposite of him.

"I'm trying to help you…I tell you to leave…and you don't! You're so stubborn" He finished silently.

I looked back at him, "Well that's only cause-" I stopped myself short then shook my head, "Never mind" I said…….

"Because what?" He asked…

"Nothing" I said.

He sighed, "Fine…like I really care anyways" He said.

I yelled ina fit of anger, "Ugh! I hate you so much!" I said without thinking.

He shrugged, "I'm used to it"

I looked back at him…"You're so confusing" I said.

"Why?" He asked me uncrossing his arms and sliding a hand through his jet black hair.

"Yo-You're so hard to get! You're so hard to understand! I don't get you! One minute you're nice….then the other you're mean! For instance…why did you kiss me the way you did? It was so full of passion and want yet you say you don't trust me and send me a vibe of hate! Then the next minute you're telling me to leave…kicking me out….and when I have no place to go you say you don't care! I say I hate you and you shrug it off like you don't care! Then when I finally get to hold you…you don't want to let go! What is that? Like a few moment ago you were throwing up, and I held you hand and you gripping me even tighter! And now you're telling me I should leave and you're saying this is to help me! Ughh! Why? What is wrong with you?" I finished; out of breath and nervous as to what his response was going to be….

I looked away nervously then back at him.

Strands of hair fell onto my face.

"This is me-" He finally said, "-don't push it" He finished looking at me intensely. I actually got scared at how he was looking at me.

"Maybe I should leave…all you bring into my life is more tension, more drama, more bad things happen because of you…maybe I should forget about you, pretend like I never met you…I'm leaving" I said as I got up and started to walk away furiously.

"That's what you should've done long ago" I heard him mutter. He was still sitting on the floor, one of his legs bent upwards as he rested an arm on it while the other leg lied flat on the floor.

I turn around and suddenly got a rush of anger. I walked back to him, "I don't need you to tell me what I should've done! You're not the boss of me! Huh I am sick of you! You never open up! You think everyone's out to get you when in reality, there's actually people in this world that are willing to help you…like me! I'm staying…I stayed because I cared about you! I was worried! Y-Ya know you're crazy! You deserve everything you got in this lifetime…because every time I see you all I see is anger, hate, and lust of wanting more bad things! You're a crazy psycho! You're just like that other man! Nothing makes you so different form him…you sicken me" I said walking away.

His eyes widened when I said he was just like that other man. I got to the corner and ran away. Tears started to sting my eyes but I wouldn't cry. I ran and ran. Then I found some bridge and I hid under it. There was a nice pile of clean grass so I laid on it and hummed myself to sleep.

But what if Max was wrong? What is he really did show emotion…at least when he knew no one was looking.

He stayed there…in the same position he was before; everything was the same after Max left…except there was one small lucid tear running down his cheek.

So I wrote most of this yesterday night but I didn't have time to post it XD I'll update when I can! It takes a long time to figure out how to write the stuff! XD I hope this chapter was intense enough! Thank u for the reviews! ^^