Hello peoples! Sorry it took me so long to update. Boy, I've been saying that a lot lately. I'm sorry for that too. Anyway, I thought I'd have this chapter posted a long time ago, but I've been busy with school shopping and going places. Plus, I've been busy with other stories I'm writing and planning out. (Sigh) Okay, enough with my complaining, I hope you like this chapter. I know the past chapters I've written for this story have been a little … um, loco in the coconut, but I promise this chapter will be 100 percent serious. Well … more like—80 percent. And be prepared for one person and third person switches. Oh, and to answer your question, I got the kittens name from my friend's cats' name and her dad said that they got the name from the Aristocats or something. Anyway, enjoy!

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"LADY'S AND GENTLEMEN! WE'D LIKE TO THANK ALL OF YOU FOR COMING TO TODAY'S VENTURA CHRISTMAS FESTIVAL! WE HOPE YOU ENJOY THE ENTERTAINMENT WE'VE BOOKED FOR TODAY, WHICH WILL BE HELD IN THE FOOD COURT AREA! POP-ROCK BAND SIMPLE PLAN WILL BE STARTING THEIR CONCERT IN AN TEN MINUTES AT FOUR O'CLOCK THIS EVENING! THANK YOU, AND ENJOY!"

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Fang really didn't want to, but he had to ditch Max and everyone else while they were eating at the food court area waiting for Simple Plan to go on. He didn't trust Miles alone with Max, even if the rest of their flocks were with them. So he had to make this quick and then rush back to their table before Miles tried anything … fresh.

He quietly snuck through backstage, keeping his body close against the side of the stage so no one would catch him. He poked his head through the side of the stage to make sure the cost was clear, and only saw the five members of Simple Plan getting their instruments ready. He figured it was okay to casually walk to them, but thought wrong when he saw a rather overweight security guard walk towards the members of Simple Plan to probably inform them that they were about to go on in about a couple of minutes.

"Damn it," Fang cursed, moving back from the side of the stage so no one would catch him. He had to think of something fast before Simple Plan went on. But how was he going to get pass that security guard? I mean sure, Fang could totally take that guy with one swing, but that would only cause attention and Fang wanted to do this in secrecy.

"Excuse me, young man."

Fang could've sworn he felt his heartbeat stop for a second as he shut his eyes for a brief moment and then opened them again as if he were trying to imagine himself in a different place, which would come useful in the situation he was in right now.

So much for doing this in secrecy, he thought to himself as he turned around and saw the tubby security guard standing in back of him, his arms folded across his chest with a stern look flashing in his eyes.

Fang bobbed his head and tried to act as calm and collected as he always managed to act. "Yo, what's up?" he asked casually.

The security guard then placed his rather big hands on his wide hips, the stern, parental look he was giving Fang never leaving his eyes. "I believe the rules of this festival were that no one's aloud backstage, no matter how badly they want to see Simple Plan up close and personal."

Fang was fighting back the need to say a witty remark to this guy and tried playing it cool as best as he could. He crossed his arms and gave the security guard a stern look of his own, which surprisingly was more stern then the look the security guard was giving him. That's Fang for ya.

"Listen, man. I know you've probably had to dealt with a bunch of squealing, drooling fan girls—and maybe a stupid, squealing, drooling fan boy (you can only imagine who he's referring to)—but what I'm doing is different," he told him in a calm manner. "I'm not going to go all 'OMG' on these guys, I just want to ask them a simple question and then I'll be on my way."

"I don't think so, little man," the security guard said, even though Fang was clearly taller than him by five inches. "No one comes to see Simple Plan or by me. Now why don't you go run back to your Goth-worshiping mommy and daddy before I have to kick you out."

Okay, that did it. Fang may have been Mr. Cool, Calm and Collected, but this guy was pushing him too far. It was enough to call him little taunting names like 'little man' or 'young man', but this guy went beyond the line making a wisecrack about Fang's parents. I mean sure, he didn't actually know his parents, but it still made him boil with fury inside when someone made wisecracks about them.

Fang felt his hands clenching and unclenching into tight fist, his knuckles popping and growing a small shade of white as he resisted the urge to sock this guy right in the face or kick him where the sun don't shine, but the need was growing stronger and stronger by the second.

Left jab. Right jab. Then, if you're fighting a dude, a good kick in the crotch is a nice way to finish them off, Fang thought, imitating Miles' words back when they were friends at the age of seven, teaching each other fighting moves and the best way to take an enemy down. Back when they were still friends.

Fang shook his head back and forth, getting a strange look from the security guard. "You okay, kid?" he asked him.

Fang ignored his words. In fact, he was too preoccupied with his thoughts to even hear him. No matter how hard he tried, Fang couldn't get Miles out of his mind. Why did he have to come into his life again and try to take the love of his life away from him? Him and his flock were doing just fine before Miles and his flock came along.

But even though Fang would never admit it out loud, he kind of missed being friends with Miles. Miles was the only person he could actually pour his feelings and secrets too. I mean he could do that with Max too, but just not as good. There were some things that he needed to tell someone, but no one in the flock would understand or share his pity. Like his love for Max. He could easily share that with Miles and Miles actually felt what he was feeling since he had the same thing for Max. Sadly.

"Hey, kid!" the security guard yelled, trying to snap Fang out of his thoughts. Fang looked up at him with his dark eyes that now seemed so empty and emotionless. I mean sure, he's always kind of looked that way since he was really good at hiding his emotions, but this had to be the first time Fang actually showed real emotion, real sadness, and real … emptiness. And to a total stranger.

"You okay?" the security guard asked him, looking at Fang worriedly. "I didn't mean to make a wisecrack about your parents, man. I mean, do you even have parents? Oh, man. I'm really sorry."

Flashback

"Okay, another way to get through people is to trick them, and you've got the perfect weapon for tricking people."

"What do you mean?" seven-year-old Fang asked, looking at Miles quizzically. He glanced behind his back and looked back at his best friend as if he just lost his head. "You don't mean my wings, do you?"

"Duh," Miles retorted, walking behind Fang to get a better look at his small, jet black wings. He traced them with his fingers, feeling his smooth, shinny feathers while Fang resisted the urge to giggle. He didn't want to admit it, but he was quite ticklish when it came to his wings. Just a mere stroke of them and he'd feel that small feeling inside of him growing and ready to escape his mouth in a joyful laugh.

"Whenever you're in a jam with people, the best way to trick 'em is to say you're the Angel of Death," Miles told him, grasping onto Fang's wings and holding them up so Fang could spread them a little, making them more revealing.

"The Angel of Death?" Fang repeated, a puzzled look plastered on his olive-skinned face.

"Yeah. And with these wings, there's no way people with think your fibbing."

Fang turned around to look at Miles. "Yeah, but who am I going to do this trick to? Everyone in the School know that I have wings. And I've seen kids in here that have been experimented on to look a lot scarier than me." He admitted.

"Oh, come on, dude. At least give my gag a try," Miles told him, walking next to him. He looked at Fang to make sure he was paying close attention to what he was doing and then started to stand in a pose as if he were ready to fight. "Okay, first, you gotta look all tough and evil and stuff, that way you can really send chills up the person's spine. Normally holding a flashlight under your chin helps when you're trying to look really scary."

Fang nodded his head up and down, letting Miles know that he got it. "Alright," he said, mimicking his position. "Now what?"

"Then, you say something all low and deep so you sound real scary," he said, giving him a demonstration, using a low, deep voice, which still had a tint of squeakiness since him and Fang were only seven years old. "Guys, God doesn't like you."(LOL, Sound familiar? Now you all know where Fang got that Angel of Death thing from)

At first, Fang was going to imitate Miles' words, but only awarded him with a look of great bewilderment. "' God doesn't like you'?" he repeated.

Miles looked at Fang as if he were crazy. "Um, hello. You're supposed to be the Angel of Death, which means you have to know God, right?"

Fang opened his mouth, about to protest, but figured it would just lead to pointless chatter and he didn't want that. He rolled his dark eyes and stood in the pose Miles was in, clearing his throat to make his voice sound as deep as it could, mutter, "Guys, God doesn't like you."

Miles laughed, but not in a taunting laugh, more like a 'dude that was awesome' laugh. Fang couldn't help but smile.

End Flashback

"Kid? Hello? Are you alright?"

Fang looked up at the security guard, not realizing he was looking down. Say you're the Angel of Death, he thought, standing in the pose Miles taught him how to stand in back when they were seven. He's done this before back at the abandoned house him and Max were in. Let's see if he could still scare this guy off, but without the flashlight and surrounded by darkness.

"Alright, I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice," Fang said, unzipping his black hoodie, slipping it off so it landed on the floor with a plop and then making his whip and stretch out with as much power and force as he put into them. He kept his cold, solemn stare on the security guard, deepening his voice to make it sound just as terrifying and haunting as he did back at the abandoned house.

A devilish smirk tugged at his lips as he brought up his right index finger and started wagging it disappointingly. "God doesn't like you."

Fang didn't know what was more hilarious; how cheesy the line still sounded to him, or the look on the security guards face. It was now a cloudy, paper white and his eyes seriously looked like they were about to pop right out of their sockets and drop to the floor. He started backing away, almost tripping over an amplifying and falling on his butt. "N-no! N-n-not another one!" he cried, placing his hand against his heart as if it were about to ram right out of his chest and fall to the ground also.

Fang cocked his eyebrow in confusion but shook it off. He was on a roll here and he didn't want to lose his scary touch. Apparently, he was doing a badass-good job. He took a big step forward, keeping his tough composer and said in a deep, spine chilling voice, "You have angered the Angel of Death my good man. Do you know what happens when you anger someone like the Angel of Death?"

The security guard trembled, finally falling to his butt and trying to crawl away from the wrath of who he thought was the Angel of Death. He quickly raised his arms and covered his head, shutting his eyes tightly and cowering close to the stage. "PLEASE DON'T WRIP MY SMALL INTESTINES AND START WHIPPING ME WITH THEM! I'LL LET YOU PASS, JUST PLEASE LET ME LIVE! I WANT TO LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVE!!!" he screamed bloody murder it was amazing the band members or anyone else around didn't hear him.

Fang smirked once again, tucking his wings back and picking up his black hoodie. "Pleasure doing business with you," he said, zipping up his hoodie and walking towards the five members of Simple Plan just before they started going on stage.

The band's lead singer, Pierre, noticed Fang walking towards them and nudged the rest of his band members to let them now. "Hey, we've got another fan coming our way."

"But we go on stage in two minutes," Sébastien said, motioning towards the stage.

Pierre noticed he had a point and looked Fang's way before he came any closer. "Um, hey, dude, do you think you could ask us for an autograph later since we're about to head on stage in about less than two minutes," he told him.

Fang brought his hands up in a 'whoa there' gesture and said, "Don't jump to conclusions, dudes. I'm just here to ask for a song request."

Chuck cocked his eyebrow and looked at the rest of his band mates before looking back at Fang. "Oh, really? What song?" he asked.

"Whatever romantic song you guys have written. I want you to play it towards the end of your concert and dedicate it to a girl named Max Ride, okay?" he said, looking at them to make sure that they got what he was demanding.

David smiled and nudged Jeff in the ribcage. "Man, can you believe it? We've got two song requests today for one of our romantic songs."

"Maybe we should start writing more romance songs," Pierre chimed in as he smiled at Fang to make sure they had a deal. "Alright little man, we'll do the song request. What's your name?" he asked.

"Just say 'Fang', okay," he told them as he walked off back to the tables where the rest of his flock and Miles' flock were waiting for the concert.

"Alright, let's get this concert started," Pierre said, nudging the rest of his band members as they began to walk up the stage after hearing the man up stage right now introducing them.

"Hey, Pierre," Sébastien said, walking behind him. "Do you think we should've told that dude that another guy requested a song to the same Max Ride?" he asked, getting in position on stage.

"Come on, man. Let's not crush a fan's dream by telling him we can't do the song request because some other dude asked for the same request to the same chick," Jeff told him, plugging in his guitar to the amplifier.

"Yeah. Let him and that other dude figure it out on their own," said Chuck as the curtain the stage began to rise. "Here we go!"

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Well, there you go. I hope you guys liked that chapter and don't mind it being completely in third person. I thought it was going to switch off, but I guess not. LOL. Hope to update for you guys real soon. See ya!