SO SORRY ABOUT NOT UPDATING! I haven't updated anything for, like, months! I hope this makes up for the delays. I only have one thing to say: Stumps suck.

Disclaimer: I didn't own it earlier, so I doubt having it now.

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Fang POV

Her eyes flashed dangerously and her teeth were slightly bared, ready to bite and attack.

"Oh, you'll see how much you'll like the feisty ones- when you wake up in the hospital!" She hissed at me and lunged. I broke out into a run, but was roughly tackled to the ground. My legs were stuck together, completely unwilling to move, and my arms were pinned to the floor.

For a scruffy looking girl, she was quite the muscles. It was difficult to tear my wrists from her grip, and when I did, she punched my face with a mean right hook. I was so sure it left a bruise on my handsome face and was so focused on that, that I didn't realize when she took off. I quickly launched myself after her, hoping that she hadn't gotten very far. My heart was beating and thumping loudly in my ears as adrenaline pumped in my blood. I passed so many things that my vision was starting to get a bit blurred. But then a flash of blonde hair cleared everything up.

I moved my head in all different directions looking for that familiar blonde color again. I did get a glimpse of it, behind me, when I got suddenly kneed in the gut. My breath was knocked out of me, and I fell to my knee. She left a blonde streak in my vision a second before I heard her charge off again. In all my 15 years of life, I've never met someone like her- stubborn, strong, vicious, feisty.

And I couldn't help but like it.

Most of the pain vanished, and I could breathe evenly again. Cautiously, I got back up to my feet and made sure to take in all the details of where I was. I think it was somewhere in the halls of the hotel, but I wasn't so sure. There was some grunting coming from a room down the hall. It had clear glass surrounding it, forming the perimeter around the room. Inside, there was equipment strewn across the floor, exercise machines, weights, and punching bags. The grunting and panting was coming from a girl wearing a tank top and shorts, her tee shirt on the floor with a water bottle and a towel. But it wasn't just any ole regular girl. Noo, it was Max. The blonde girl I've been chasing around.

I was careful not to make any noises as I came in. Max was punching and kicking and attacking the punching bag; I felt bad for it and at the same time glad that it wasn't me she was beating up. I advanced closer to her, slowly and soundlessly, and I was amazed at how breathtaking she looked. Sure, she was sweaty and had a fierce look, but she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She was better than those girls who spend hours dolling themselves up, hoping that they would catch my attention somehow. Much, much prettier in every characteristic, sense, and way of hers.

I wondered why she hadn't spotted me yet, considering that the walls in front of her were basically mirrors. So, just for the fun of it, I made a split second decision to scare her a little.

Stupidest decision of my life.

The moment I snuck up on her, she didn't yelp in surprise like I expected her to do. That's what most girls would do, right? Yes, right, but Max didn't react like any of normal girls would have. Instead, she spun around in the millisecond after I tried to scare her and punched me yet again. I ducked in time for her to miss my jaw, my nose, and my eyes, but she landed the blow on the top of my head. And boy did that give me a major migraine.

Right after she did that, her hands flew to her mouth and her eyes widened at the sight of me. I heard her mutter something that sounded like, "Shit. He found me." I straightened my back and replied to her with a look that said 'I sure did.' Max was grabbing all her stuff and was about to run off again, but I blocked her and cornered her onto the wall. To her left and her right were my arms, pinned up against the mirror to ensure that she doesn't escape.

My head leaned in, gradually getting closer to hers. In a matter of seconds, my face was centimeters from hers. Her face flushed and she started fidgeting a bit, like she was uncomfortable. I could feel her breath against mine; her minty breath blew onto my face since she was still panting from her intense workout.

"Trying to get away from me? I bought you, ya know," I mumbled quietly and intensely stared into her eyes. She avoided my line of sight and glanced down at her shoes.

"Yes. Obviously," she whispered. Still the smart aleck, I see.

"Well, it's not working." I chuckled and drew my head back, my arms still locked in place. I was a good few inches taller than Max. I used one of my arms to cup her chin and direct her eyesight back at me. She threw me a glare, which was completely useless for her, if you hadn't noticed what position she was in. I pulled my arms off of the mirror and clutched her hands in mine as I bent down to snag up her stuff- which she dropped when I blocked her.

I flicked her forehead and said, "You're mine now. Whether you like it or not."

Soooo, what d'ya think of it? I apologize about the short chapter, but I've got two other stories to work on. I promise I'll try to update quicker next time, and the chapter will be longer. It's probably gonna be about introducing Max to the family and what not.

Now to answer some reviews.

readingisdabest- Fang is 15, as said in this story. I never did actually mention how old he was, did I?

Overexposed- Yeah, I don't mind at all. I just like keeping the cursing to a minimum now. And I realized that 'Ere es korrakas', or however you spell it, came from Percy Jackson.

Crazed Fan- Uhm, it's kinda a modern take on the slavery days. So you can imagine it to be around the 1800s or so. But in America, so maybe 1900s? I haven't exactly decided on the exact year(s) it takes place in, so this is the best answer I can give ya. In this time period, I decided that 10,000 dollars would be quite a lot of dough. And no, I won't be doing lemon because frankly, I don't know what it is. I did ask some other authors in PMs, and they told me it was mature material. So no, I'm only 14 and I haven't experienced that stuff. Plus it's too early for me to know how to describe it- in my honest opinion. Fang isn't that type of character in my story. So sorry about the long wait for the update.

Mallory6752- It kind of is, so it's pretty much a secret. But the rare thing about it is that they usually don't sell female 'white' slaves.

everlastingwolflove- Fang bought her for totally, completely innocent purposes. For now, at least. Later on he might get a little perverted.

Have you guys heard Ronan by Taylor Swift? Every time I hear it, it brings tears to my eyes. It's such a sad song but it's beautiful at the same time. And I love how the money she makes on iTunes for this song goes to charity for cancer.

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