MPOV

Our lips met – if only for a second – before we heard a loud bang come from my den. I poked my head out, carefully and saw a paparazzo pinned underneath my very heavy table and part of my couch. I stepped out, motioning for Fang to wait in my bedroom.

"What are you doing in here, Richie?" I asked. I knew him from other scandals he tried to pull on me. I always got him though – whether I had to threaten him, put him in jail or sue his company.

"Hello, my dear Erid," he said, smiling. He was missing two teeth, his breath reeked and all his teeth were yellow. A regular scumbag.

"Sneaking into my home? Isn't that against the restraining order, Rich? Lemme see your camera. What kind of pictures did you get this time?" I asked, going to grab the camera.

"I just got ya kishing yar precious boy in there. And a few very incriminating things. Now why don't cha be a dawl and help meh up?" he asked.

"I think not. Give me the camera and maybe," I said.

"Well then, I think not. Sorry, girly." I was really getting annoyed. I felt Fang putting his hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it off, my anger growing exponentially.

The first symptom of my anger was my eyes glowing icy blue. No one could see them yet, because my eyes were closed, but I knew that they were.

Second symptom: Flames grew in my hands. Weird bird side-effect thing? I think so. Well, everyone saw this. I opened my eyes and the icy blue-ness shot out in rays – one from each eye.

Third symptom: I want to kill everyone in the room. Wow. I really get homicidal during these little shindigs, don't I?

And fourth symptom? I. Shoot. Fireballs. From. My. Palms. So cool…or so weird?

So, there I was, about to shoot some random innocent person with a fireball (might I add my eyes were still an extreme color of ice blue, my hair was flame-broiled and, somehow, my wings popped out), when I felt Fang's hand on my shoulder. I whirled around and felt myself calm down as I looked into his eyes. They were still the same as they were when we were fourteen, weren't they? Some things never seem to change.

I whirled back to Richie when I deemed myself calm enough.

"Rich. Give me the camera. And remember nothing," I said. The camera floated up to me and Richie fell into a deep sleep.

"Pretty cool, eh?" I turned towards Fang, but he was asleep too. Oh damn. Did I make him forget? He would've forgotten the past twenty minutes. So he would've forgotten kissing me, me sobbing, my anger meltdown.

Oh God. The question was did I want him to forget all that?