A/N: Me: Here we see the rare and beautiful creature, the Updatius de Awesomeness de Fnickingness. See how it frolics through FanFiction, feasting on the wonderful and helpful reviews while sh*tting on the flamers. This creature is incredibly rare, as it spends many days working, running, studying, but not sleeping or maintaining personal hygiene. Enjoy this rare sight while you can, as it rarely emerges from it's hiding hole somewhere in Eastern US.

... Anyway. Epic, important, climatic chapter. Enjoy :)

Fact: I went rock climbing on Saturday. I was faster/more skilled than everyone there, including the guys :3 I WUV climbing sooooo much :D

It's official. I've hit rock bottom. In search of what could possibly be wrong with me, I had resorted to the almighty Internet. Because, of course, you can trust everything you read on it. Heh… sarcasm.

I typed in my symptoms into the CDC's website search bar- sunlight sensitive eyes, disturbing dreams, extra sharp teeth. I omitted the seeing visions things- maybe it was a new power. And obviously 'mind not able to be read' wouldn't even make sense. Probably give me the number to the nearest funny farm.

I rolled my eyes when the results popped up. I either had cancer of the spleen, hepatitis C in the box form (WTF is that?), or a fatal brain tumour in my hippocampus. None of which were right. I think I'd know if I had a large lump in my head. No wonder people freak out when they get a cold- this site probably tells them they have a rare, incurable tropical disease called… Spadoobie-itis. Of the lungs. It is caused by a build-up of possibly-anthrax-mouse poop-dead bugs-and-asbestos-containing dust (called spadoobies) in the lungs, causing you to die of coughing and suffocation.* This was getting me nowhere, and now I was inventing my own diseases.

"OHMIGOD FAAAAAAAANG!" Nudge screamed, breaking my eardrums. She hurdled into my room, jumping onto my bed, almost knocking the laptop onto the floor. Surreptitiously scooting away from her- not wanted her to touch me and make me have another vision- I glared at her.

"What?" I snapped.

"OMGOMGOMG THE NEWEST TWILIGHT MOVIE CAME OUT ON NETFLIX SO I HAVE TO WATCH IT RIGHT NOW SO I NEED YOUR LAPTOP RIGHT NOW SO I CAN WATCH IT WITH ANGEL RIGHT NOW SO GIVE ME YOUR LAPTOP RIGHT NOW SO I DON'T HAVE TO BREAK YOU FOR IT!" She punctuated every other word with a bounce on the bed, making me want to hurl.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled. Nudge stopped bouncing, looking at me expectantly. "If I give you the laptop," I started calmer this time, "will you leave me alone?" She nodded enthusiastically, opening her mouth to make my ears bleed even more, but I held up my hand. "By the way, what's Twilight about again?" What can I say- I certainly stay up on popular culture.

Shoot- I should not have asked that. "It's about these really beautiful and handsome vampires that live in Forks in Washington and they sparkle in the sunlight and they don't drink human blood they only drink animal blood and then Edward the only single vampire falls in love with Bella but he wants to drink her really sweet blood and…."

The rest of Nudge's tirade faded away as I focused on specific words. Vampires…drink… blood…vampire… drink… sweet blood… sparkle….

That guy- with the "needles"- sucked my blood. Were they actually teeth? And now I had sharp teeth- at least when I was really mad. Not to mention my dreams about blood. I mean, ick. And maybe vampires' minds couldn't be read at all.

Vampire. Vampire. Vam-fricking-pire. Well, heck- that would certainly explain everything. Except for the fact that they don't exist. At least… I'm pretty sure they don't. I mean, that'd be crazy, right? Right?

Long after Nudge left, I was still sitting there, thinking. I mean, what would you do if you were pretty sure that you were becoming a freaking vampire? Especially if you were already a mutant freak, too.

Life must hate me a lot.

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Lately, Max had been avoiding me. She was still mad about me not "opening up" to her, or whatever. I couldn't really care less, I just needed to talk to her and see if I was actually going crazy, or it was all still just in my head.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaax!" I yelled obnoxiously. If at least she didn't want to talk to me, she'd at least yell back at me to shut up.

"What do you want?" she shouted, walking out of her room to meet me in the hallway. "I like you better when you're quiet." she finished, grumbling.

Ignoring her jibe, I said, "I need to talk to you." I motioned into her room.

She quirked her eyebrow, putting a hand on her hip. "Oh, so now you wanna talk?"

I rolled my eyes, sighing. "Look, can I just talk to you for like, a min-" Raising an eyebrow, I pointed to the paperback in her hand. "What's that?"

Max shook her head in mock pity. "And I thought you were smarter than that. This is called a 'book'. You read it."
"I know that. What I mean is why do you have one?" Ha! One point for Fang!

She blushed a bit and snapped, "I read, dummy. And I was putting it in my bag- we're leaving soon. Now what do you want?" She stalked back into her room, standing by one of the three beds.

"Um… I have something I need to talk to you about." I muttered, following her, raking a hand through my hair. Now that I was here, I didn't even know how to start. I mean, should I start from the beg-

My eyes locked onto Max's finger.

"Oops." she muttered, sticking her bleeding pointer finger in her mouth. "Random thumbtack over here. Stupid me."

My mind immediately clouded over in a red haze. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, smelling the delicious scent of her blood, feeling it cause fireworks in my brain. I walked slowly towards her, watching the bead of blood gather on the tip of her finger. I flicked my eyes quickly towards her face, seeing her confusion, but returning to the beautiful ruby on her finger.

"Fang- it's just a small stab. What's wrong?" she asked warily.

I didn't respond or give any notice that I'd heard her. I kept walking- bloodlust growing- and Max kept taking half-steps backwards- trying to get room to get into a defensive stance- until she had backed up against the wall. I leaned onto the wall, trapping her between my arms.

I grinned ferally, feeling my teeth grow and sharpen. I ignored Max's sharp gasp and her squirming to escape. I reached down with my right arm, grabbing her hand and bringing it to my mouth. I looked at the delicious liquid gathered on her finger, before quickly licking it.

The taste exploded on my tongue, bright bursts of extraordinary flavours and smells assaulting my brain. I let out a small moan, savouring the taste.

"Fang, what the hell is wrong with you!" Max yelled, shoving past me into the middle of room. She got in a fighting stance, eyeing me with panic, confusion, and worry. I opened my mouth, fangs and all, and hissed. Then I charged her, aiming for her throat.

Her eyes widened, as I moved much quicker than anything she's fought before. But she managed to dodge my attack, swinging around for a kick. But I grabbed her foot, twisted it, and she fell with a cry to the ground.

Taking my chance, I grabbed her shoulders, bringing her up to me. I chuckled evilly, about to bite into her soft, exposed neck, when the door burst open.

I glared at the open door with Nudge standing in it. Her defensive stance broke, her eyes popped out, and she stumbled backwards. "Fang? What the-"

Then Iggy, dressed in nothing but jeans, rushed in. "I heard fighting. What's going on?" I growled in annoyance, and he cocked his head. "Fang? What happened?"

Letting go of Max, I stalked towards Iggy. "Get out of here." I snarled in a deep voice.

Iggy frowned. "Fang… seriously… what happened in here? Where's Max?"

"I'm okay." she called from the other side of the room. "Um… Fang's not, though- he attacked me, and I'm pretty sure he tried to drink my blood or something."

"What are you talking about? Will someone please explain to me what-" I leapt at him, trying to take him by surprise. But using his superior hearing, he quickly side stepped me and used his arm to clothesline me.

As I lay on the ground, coughing and gasping, my senses returned. My teeth shrunk, the red cloud evaporated, and my anger and thirst disappeared.

I slowly got up, looking from Iggy to Max to Nudge. "Um… I…." My eyes flicked around nervously.

"Fang. Care to explain?" Max's voice was ice cold.

"I… I don't think I can." I said quietly.

"You just attacked me and Iggy, and you can't even explain it?" she yelled. I shook my head. "Well then. How about you leave and cool off for a while until you can." her tone was even, measured, but I saw the anger, hurt, and mistrust in her eyes. I swallowed hard.

Feeling lower than dog crap, I ran down that stair and outside and took off into the air. Man I f*cked up.

A/N: So... how'd you like it? Was it epic? Plain dumb? Second hand embarrasing (I know it was while writing it)? Feel free to let me know in the reviews. Waffles don't hurt either :) R&R see ya next time!

Question of the Chapter: What kind of food is your favorite? I, personally, can't live without Italian- I eat pizza/pasta at least twice a week. Yummy! :D