Uhm, wow. I'm kinda blown away. Today I looked at my story stats and saw that My Angel of Darkness just broke 25,000 hits. I love you all so much. Thank you for sticking with me through the crappy updates and messed chapters. 3

In other news, this chapter is dedicated to TrainToNowhere, because your idea was just too funny to not put in my story ;D

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MPOV

I woke up screaming, drenched in sweat. My limbs flailed about, and somewhere in the back of my mind I could hear someone calling my name. But I couldn't focus, couldn't think. Rage was consuming me, taking over every rational thought in my head.

Strong hands wrapped around my wrists, steeling down my arms. "Max! Max, you have to calm down! Come back to yourself!"

I snapped in the direction of his voice, the red in my vision masking all images. My teeth bit down into the flesh of Fang's arm. He cried out. His voice pierced through me.

Fang.

I wrenched myself out of whatever place I was in, focusing in on Fang's face contorted in pain, and immediately released him. He let go of my arms and I covered my mouth with both hands. Fang collapsed against the steering wheel. I moved myself away from him, going to the far end of the passenger seat. I stared at him with fear in my eyes.

"Fang," I started shakily. "What was that?"

He didn't move; just kept his hand on his arm where I had bit him, his head falling back. "That, Max, is why you don't go to sleep."

"But-but-what was that? Another episode?"

"No. You see, when you're fledging, you're at your weakest state of mind, allowing anything and anyone to enter through the telepathic web and see into your mind. They can make you see anything and, most importantly, they can replace your mind with theirs."

"So, like, take over my body?" I squeaked.

"More or less."

I pressed a clammy hand to my forehead, pushing aside the matted hair there. Fang pushed himself up to look at me straight in the eyes. I met his gaze with a horror-stricken one of my own.

"What did I do to you?"

He took a moment to answer, weighing the pros and cons of freaking me out further. Finally, he said, "Michael came into your body and bit me through you. We were lucky though—You don't have the venom Michael does, so your bite only hurt for a short term."

"And had I been Michael?"

"Had you been Michael," he began slowly, "the venom would have seeped into my veins and slowly killed me over a course of three days."

I gasped, squeezing my eyes tight and placing my hand over my mouth again. I bit down on my fingers to keep me from crying out. Just the thought of that happening to Fang, knowing that I put him in that very position today—It disturbed me. Just utterly disturbed me.

"Sh, sh," Fang cooed, taking me into his arms again. "You're not Michael. I'm not hurt. Everything will be okay."

"I want to kill him," I whispered suddenly.

"What?" he asked, bewildered by the abruptness of my statement.

"I want to kill him," I repeated, louder this time. I pounded on Fang's chest. "I want to be the one to kill him, too. I want to see his face as he takes his last breath. I want to see the fear in his eyes when he realizes he won't be coming back." I gulped. "I most of all," I said, darkness seeping into my tone. "I want to feel the blade of my very own sword slicing through his skin."

The day passed lazily in heat-flashes and mild rages. There had been several instances where I need to stab myself in the thigh with my pen in order to keep me from shouting out the cruel thoughts forming in my head.

But, hey, at least the itching subsided.

I could sense Fang in my head all day. He was there, in the background, watching me, making sure I wasn't going to have another episode. I could practically feel him flinch every time the pen went into my leg. But both he and I knew that if it kept the episodes at bay, it was a necessary thing to do.

Neither of us knew when the next episode would happen, but what I did know was that this would is going to be bloody rage. I could feel it through every period, the red-hot anger that flooded into my veins before edging back as the cool tip of the pen jabbed into my skin. There were twelve holes in my jeans (and myself) by the time I was slamming my locker and making my way to lunch.

Opening the doors wide, I immediately spotted Fang with the new vision I had already received. Although, that came in flashes, too. I could hardly wait until I was inhumanly strong, fast, and able to see farther than any telescope known to man. Even the thought sent excitement shooting through me.

I slid into the seat next to Fang and gazed around the table. Recently, all our drama club friends have been eating with us. It was nice to have some company besides just Fang and Ella and J.J. Besides, everyone was so nice to talk to. Fang even had his suspicions that we had met them before in a previous life. I couldn't say I completely refuted the idea.

"Hey everyone," I greeted. Fang wound his arm around my waist, pulling me tight against his body.

"Feeling okay?" he asked so that only I would hear. I nodded ever-so-slightly and he relaxed a little.

"Are you guys actually going to show up to practice today?" Iggy inquired staring at us in our general direction.

I glanced at Fang, and by the expression on his face, I assumed he had forgotten about the musical altogether. He regained composure quickly, though, and quirked his mouth up in a sort of half-smile at Iggy.

"Most likely. Has Mrs. Bray noticed our absence much?" he asked.

"Yeah. Particularly you since at least Max has bothered to show up to one practice."

Fang and I laughed in unison, and together the sound really did seem angelic. We smiled at each other and I took his hand under the table. Looking into his eyes, I saw the love that could only be built on centuries spent together. He knew me better than I knew myself, and soon, I would know him in just the same way.

"So Max," Angel began, pulling my gaze from Fang. "Are you excited you got the lead?"

I shrugged slightly, still beaming over my small moment with Fang. "Yeah, I guess so. I didn't really expect the part. I mean, I've never really acted before."

"Actually you—." Fang cut himself off right on time. I stared at him, wide-eyed, not really believing that he almost shared an aspect of one of my past lives to everyone at the table. Especially my sister; she would freak if she found out who I really was.

Fang looked anxiously around at everyone staring at him in expectation of what he had left unsaid. However, instead of trying to come up with some clever save for his trip-up, Fang simply ducked his head low and mumbled, "No, no, never mind."

Iggy stared at him as if he had two head and shook his own head sadly. "You're crazy sometimes, you know that, Fang?"

Crazy. My Fang. Crazy?

A tiny, frayed down nerve snapped somewhere inside and my last coherent thoughts were, Oh God, here comes another episode. I leaped up from my seat and fisted his shirt in my hands before lurching him towards me across the table. The regular hoots and hollers of the cafeteria died down and flowed into a steady murmur as everyone stopped their conversations to watch the fight unfold.

I shook him gruffly. "How dare you say that about Fang? Take it back!"

Iggy held his hands up in an "I surrender" gesture. "Woah, chill, Max. It was just a joke. You're supposed to laugh."

"I'll be laughing when I see you lying bloody and unconscious on the floor," I growled, my face so near to his I could feel his ragged breathing on me.

The cafeteria exploded in an uproar, goading me on in such a way that they seemed so exceptionally glad to see me pummel Iggy to a pulp. Which they probably were, but still; you get my point.

"Max! Let him go; we're leaving." Fang wrapped his strong arms around my waist and yanked on me in an attempt to get me to let go of Iggy. He succeeded, but the whole time he was dragging me down the aisles to the back door, I was struggling for Iggy and screaming curses at him from the top of my lungs. Finally, after much struggling, Fang managed to get me out of the door. I pounded and pounded on the glass, but Fang ignored me and kept the door shut with that amazing strength of his.

Fang looked around at the now silent and disappointed crowd. "Sorry, she's, uh, on her period. She just acts differently than most others. It's completely normal. Go back to eating, please."

Then he escaped out the door, threw me kicking and screaming over his shoulder, and proceeded to leave the school.

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