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P.S. Fatch vs Marco chapter. Not good at fight scenes, so please, bear with me!

" Are you two sure you'll be alright by yourselves? "

Dawn asked for about the billionth time. She was going to the mall with everyone except Fatch and Marco. Honestly, Marco was the LAST person Fatch wanted to be left alone with. But for his moms sake, he'd deal with it. She'd been trying so hard lately to be there for him. She'd even gone to the school with dad and Dusk to personally put a stop to the bullying. Fatch figured he'd do his part and make things easier on her.

" We'll be ok mom. Go have fun. "

Dawn smiled at her child's tone before ushering everyone out the door. Fatch then let out a long held sigh and turned to look at Marco, whose smile was slowly fading. The white head, as Fatch would call him, took one look at his little brother before growling.

" Look. "

Fatch hissed. He was NOT in the mood to deal with Marco's bs right now. He swore, the latter was the most spoiled rotten boy on the planet!

" We both clearly don't want to be around each other. So, how about we go our separate ways so we won't upset mom later? "

Marco hissed, crossing his arms. He clearly wasn't going to listen... as usual. He swore, Marco is even more stubborn then Charlene was while arguing with Frost! And that was pretty bad.

" No. "

Marco snapped.

" I have been waiting for the chance to say this since you came home from that mental freak house. "

Oh right. Marco had been the only one NOT to greet him that day. But that was at LEAST a year ago. Dang... that was one long grudge.

" I wish Dusk had never saved you. "

Fatch could feel his mouth drop a good few inches. What the H man?! Who the hell tells a depressed person that?! He basically just said he SHOULD have killed himself! Why the hell would he say that?! What had he ever done to him to deserve THAT?!

" All you've done is worry mom and dad since then! Their not even paying attention to me any more! "

... Of course. It's all about him. It's always about him.

" I hate you! "

Marco shouted, shoving him back a good deal. Fatch gasped, cringing a good deal. He was far to used to getting hit...

" You ruin everything! "

He was shoved again, now pressed against the wall. But this one... made something snap. He felt rage just boil up so much, all he could see was red.

" You should just die! "

Right as Marco was about to throw a punch into his face, Fatch caught it. Marco's eyes widened at the sudden action. Fatch had never stood his ground before. The younger, in a shocking burst of strength, lifted the other up high over his head, and flung him down on the coffee table. He'd had it with trying to be civil with this jerk. The brat was going down.

Marco got up fairly quickly, rubbing his lower left arm a bit before growling at his brother. Upon getting up, he wasted no time attacking as he lunged for his brothers throat. Fatch was luckily fairly quick and moved in time.

" You're such a brat! "

Marco roared, which, in Fatch's currently unstable state, struck yet another sensitive nerve.

" Look who's calling who a brat! "

He spat; Marco was in no position to be calling him a brat.

" I'm not the one who's beating up on his kid brother because he's not getting mommy dearest's attention! "

Marco growled yet again and lunged for his throat, this time catching it in a violent death hold. Fatch could easily feel air escaping his system. And he reacted by doing the only thing he could think of; he kneed his brother in the gut. Marco cried out and pulled away, clutching his waist line. Fatch grinned almost evilly and then clamped onto the others leg with his fangs.

" THAT'S ENOUGH! "

The boys immediately froze upon hearing a very feminine voice cry out. They both looked up to see their mother and everyone else at the door, Dawn with her arms crossed and a harsh scowl spread across her face. Fatch quickly removed his fangs, feeling a deep sense of shame eating away at him.

Fatch frowned, burying his face into his hands. He felt tired... and disgusted at the fact he'd stooped to Marco's level. Sure he'd been mad... but he'd never had such a burst of strength or anger before. And that look on mom's face! He never wanted to upset HER of all people.

The child's pointed ear pulled back a little upon hearing his dad yelling and reprimanding Marco for what he said and did. And boy was Fatch EVER glad it wasn't him dad was yelling at. Though how dad knew what happened was a mystery.

Just then the door opened, and his mother came in, a hand on her hips. Although, Fatch wasn't very intimidated. Mom wasn't very scary. Dawn closed the door and sat down by her son.

" ... I'm not very happy with you Fatch. "

Crap. She'd just used his name. She MUST be upset. He looked down, folding his hands in his lap.

" ... I know... "

It seemed like she was waiting for him to say something. But when nothing came, she continued.

" You're not gonna try to "explain"? "

Fatch shook his head.

" ... No excuse for what I did. "

Well, at least he was being honest about this whole thing. Dawn frowned deeper, bringing his chin up to look her in the eyes.

" Well, it was mostly your brothers fault. He DID start it. You were just defending yourself. Honestly, I didn't think you had that in you. "

" Um... "

Fatch muttered, making sure she was done.

" How did you know what happened? "

Dawn smirked, though her anger was still very apparent on her face.

" I have cameras stashed all over the house Fatch. "

Oh. Well that was smart.

" Look. "

And... here it comes.

" Lucas and I have talked. Since it seems Marco did most of the REAL damage, we'll let you off with a warning. "

Oh hallelujah!

" Although- "

Darn it! So much for that hallelujah...

" That sudden bout of strength you showed was a little... concerning. How'd you do it? "

Fatch narrowed his eyes a bit. How... DID he do it?

" You know what I think? "

He shrugged at her question.

" I think you have a stronger command over the blood in your veins. That maybe you could control them if they were to be awakened. "

Huh... nice thought but... nah. If that were true then those bullies at school would've never beat up on him. Finally Dawn stood up and brushed out her dress and hair.

" Well, I'm going to talk to your brother. But I don't want to see any fighting anymore. Do you understand? "

Fatch nodded silently.

" Good. "

Once alone again, Fatch yanked out his journal and began silently writing.

A fight broke out

I got off scott free

Though Marco got a punishment

... And I'm smiling with glee

Sorry if this was bad. I suck at action scenes.