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Watch for language... and... Fang thoughts in this chapter.

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"I'm Fang, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

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I glared at the masculine form beneath me, and realized that he had a whole bunch of flaws. He wasn't beautiful or perfect (not that I ever thought that), he was an ugly, cocky bastard. That what he was. I mean, who likes muscles and shiny long black hair anyway?

Pfft.

No one.

I didn't take too much time to think after that. Instead, I was more productive and brought the lamp down on his head. I grinned like a crazy woman when I heard something crack.

But that was just the lamp.

Shit.

He was obviously trying to piss me off because after he broke my lamp he wasn't even hurt. That little bastard hadn't even TOUCHED the lamp.

My vision went from "seeing-red" to "look-out-Max-is-the-next-terminator-and-she-will-fucking-kill-you". That was worse than the fuchsia in my eyes when I first saw him, and I didn't like him then either.

I rolled off of him and unleashed a violent kick to his side, gritting my teeth together in a satisfactory smile when he rolled off the bed and fell to the floor with a thump. Haha, I knew I wanted hardwood in my room for a good reason. Take that, Dr. Martinez.

My smile faltered a little when he stood up and wiped his face. I flipped my hair nonchalantly and turned away from him, tucking myself into bed with my back to him. Pulling, the covers up to my chin, I curled into a ball under the warmth of my fuzzy blanket.

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I stared at her, and groaned with annoyance; no one told me she had a black belt in street fighting.

Anyway, I thought while hunkering down against the wall opposite her bedside, I'll just wait until she falls asleep, and that way that little bitch will stop fighting long enough for me to awaken her.

"...that?" An irritated Max was looking at him with tousled hair, an angry flush on her face and perfe- that... Um... She was saying something and I didn't hear because I was thinking.

"What?" I snapped back at her, half expecting her to hit me with another violent punch.

She scoffed, and cleared her throat, talking in a sugar coated voice, shooting daggers from her throat, "I said: Can you STOP that?"

"Stop what? Breathing?" I said raising a brow and quickly flicking my tongue out to lick my lips.

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I mentally shot him thirty- two times in the chest and cleared my throat.

"No, can you stop staring at me? But if you wanna die, go ahead."

That stupid smirk grew on his face again, and he ran another hand through it. He made a huge show about standing up, stretching and groaning as his 'sore' back cracked.

"Well, then, I'll just be leaving."

Another groan, but this time from me. I rolled my eyes and turned away from him, reminding myself that tonight was one night I needed sleep, and Mr. Mysterious was preventing me from getting that.

That Loser.

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Three hours of star- watching later, Fang heard her breath even in the house below him. She was finally, finally, asleep.

Star watching was boring.

He slowly creeped back inside, careful not to wake her by opening the window. He doubted she was a heavy sleeper.

Making sure not to wake her, he slowly pulled the blanket off her and tried not to admire her porcelain skin. What was wrong with him? He usually never acted like this; before, it had always been: Do the job. But now- now, he felt a strange warm feeling bubble up inside him when he slowly pulled the shirt up to reveal her lower back to his prying eyes. He glanced at the syringe holding the releasing liquid in it, and then at his own wings. He felt his heart tug as he fingered the black feathers and remembered the pain of having them.

No. Tonight was the night. He had to get the girl. But he didn't want to pull her into that fate. No. He didn't. He really didn't want to. What if she was more fragile than the scientists had said? What if she couldn't take it. What if she ended up like the others? Crazy and unusable, locked up in glass cages. God dammit, he didn't want to.

But he had to.

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... BAM. Cliffie. And a short chapter.

ARGH. I HATE ME TOO.

But luckily, from now on, updates should be more regular.

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