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OK, I know that authors' notes are annoying and you don't want to read them 'cos you're convinced they're evil and then you don't read em but YOU HAVE TO READ THIS!
OK, firstly, I'd like to say thanks to Unknown-Twili, santaclauserules18, sprinter, wolfwithwings15, GrimReaperIAm, 5253 Racer, and the flocks bud, because you guys have been reviewing from the beginning, and never stop. I'd like to also thank ThyDude, because you sent a very informative review, one that actually explains what you think, so thanks. I e-mailed you guys all a medal and complimentary cookies!
OK, now that that's out of the way, I'd like to state that, I DID NOT WRITE THIS ON MY OWN!! I'm writing it with a friend of mine whose pen name is BadAtPuppyDogEyes (BAPDE). I wrote 50 of it, she wrote 50 of it. So, if you want to add me as a favourite author, or have added me as a favourite author, add her too.
(if you have read twilight read her fic, it's called Maneater)
Next: We need ideas! If anyone has one, please send me or BAPDE a PM and tell us. Don't worry, if we use it we will make sure we say it's your idea.
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One more thing. Do I look like JP to you? I didn't think so.
Fang POV
I was barely off the ground before I lost control of my stomach. A mixture of the Nutri-Bar I just ate and something I couldn't identify made its way out of my mouth before I could do anything to stop it. Before I knew it I was on the ground again, spilling my guts all over myself, and the park floor.
Max came up to me, and started patting my back, waiting till I was done. When the flow of semi-digested food finally ran out, I sat down panting. The most disgusting taste was lingering in my mouth. What a great way to start the day.
"Fang, are you OK?"
I turned to look at Max, and couldn't help but smile a bit. Talk about mood swings. First she's bad-mouthing me and then she's mothering me.
The only warning was my muscles tensing slightly. That was when my instincts took over. I tackled her to the ground, catching her by surprise. I had only one objective, her. (A/N not in that way you perverts!!) She struggled, her limbs flailing everywhere. But the mixture of adrenalin and need that was flowing through me gave me the strength to keep her down. I wasn't thinking, just acting, my body taking control.
She punched me in the face, hard. This surprised me some. The little bit of me that was left in my body did not expect her to actually hurt me back. She was my best friend, maybe something more. Seeing the surprise on my face, she used her advantage to get out from under me. She stood, eyeing me with a look I didn't care to interpret.
I paused to try and think things through a little. But it didn't help. I ran up to her, forgetting everything I had learnt about how to fight, and head-butted her square in the stomach. I heard the air leave her lungs, and took the chance to tackle her to the ground again.
As I lay on top of her pinning her arms behind her back, the pulse in her neck caught my eye. It looked, delicious. I bent down over her, and bit her neck, right where her main artery was. Warm thick blood oozed out, which I was quick to drink. Ecstasy ran through my body like an electric bolt, giving me more strength than I knew existed.
The thick warm liquid ran down my throat and a few escaped drops trickled down the side of my mouth, and for the first time in long weeks, my thirst was well and truly quenched. I felt like I could do anything.
A loud scream came from the side of me, and I was instantly myself again. Angel was the one who was screaming. When she stopped, all she said was;
"Just like what he was thinking" And then she ran off crying. I was instantly aware of what I had just done. The shock hit me hard. I stood up, and tears fell down my cheeks.
"What have I done?" I asked myself, horrified. All I could do was run, run away before I hurt anyone else I loved. I turned to leave when I felt something sharp hit my neck, and before I knew it, everything went black.
Iggy POV
I heard a sharp, shrill scream from about 100 degrees to the left. I recognized it as Angel's. I'd heard it many times at the School, a place I still have nightmares about.
"Gazzy?" What was going on?
"He, he, he just…" he stuttered.
"What happened Gazzy?"
"Fang, he attacked Max. She's bleeding, a lot." That was not good. Why would Fang attack Max? He was closer to her than any of us were.
"Where's Fang?"
"He's on the floor. I don't think he's awake. Last I saw, there was something shiny flying toward his neck. Max is a metre away, she's not moving."
OK. So that means I'm in charge. "Gazzy, where's Angel?"
"She ran…uh…flew off."
"Crap, is she alone?
"No, Nudge went after her."
"OK, Take me to Max and get the first aid kit. You're going to have to help me."
He led me to Max, and he was right. She was bleeding a lot. My fingers swept over her neck and discovered the warm blood leaking out of a wound that had pierced her skin. It wasn't extremely deep, but Fang must've used a pointy stone or something to dig into her neck. And he got her right in the main artery. "Gaz, put your hands there," I manoeuvred his hands until they were over the wound, "and apply pressure. Did you bring my bag?"
"Right here." He put my hand on the bag and I felt around for the bandages.
"Iggy, I don't think she's breathing." That stopped me in my tracks. I turned to her direction and placed a finger on the patch of skin between the lip and nose. Gazzy was right again. This was gonna need CPR.
"OK, you keep applying the pressure; I'll try to get her breathing again." I tried to sound as in control as possible, but, the truth was, there was a good chance we were going to lose her. I tried not to think of that.
I began by giving her two puffs of air. Then started with the 30 pushes of the chest. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9… come on Max, we can't lose you, I thought, You're the one keeping us together, a mother, a sister.
2 more breathes, 30 more pushes of the chest, 2 more breathes…
"Why isn't she coming back?"
I didn't answer. I had to count. …23, 24, 25, 26, 27…
"She's not bleeding anymore. Is that good?"
"Oh no." We need to get her heart beating, that blood is like poison now. I kept going, desperate now.
2 more breaths…
Suddenly, she gasped for breath. I felt a little bit of colour came back to her face. I knew she could do it!
But it wasn't over yet.
"She's bleeding again!" Gazzy almost screamed. Anyone could hear the panic in his voice.
"DAMN IT! Keep the pressure on!" I yelled angrily.
"OK," He practically sobbed. I waved a hand through the air until I found his shoulder. I gave it a firm squeeze.
"You can do this."
I felt him nod.
"OK"
I had to elevate her head. I sat her up, careful not to make anything worse. The bleeding had slowed, but I was afraid that she had already lost too much blood. She might need a transfusion. I felt her face. It was two shades paler than the usual light peach colour it was. We needed help. But where from?
I heard a rustling from the trees.
Gazzy gasped. I thought I heard him say 'Jeb', but that could have been the wind.