Okay, we're going to get away from the action for a bit (don't worry, there'll be more violence and comedy- mostly comedy- after this). This part is going to involve a bit of- (fluffy kitten runs by) *mew* …Um, fluff. Alrighty, then!
Reviewer Thanks
Fangface the second: Thanks for the idea, and don't worry- you'll get your chance with Jennifer ;D
Disclaimer: I don't anything Disney or Fangface related. I DID own Brielle, until that bad thing happened :(
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It was 1 AM, but Fangs and Kasandra were still awake, mourning for the loss of their daughter, Anna/Blackrose. What hurt them most was that Timothy barely got a chance to get to know his own little sister… and was possibly scarred for life for seeing what all had happened that day, for he lied in the bed across from theirs, his eyes wide with shock, arms wrapped around himself, shaking with fright. …Just like his father.
"Anna and Blackrose…" Timothy whispered, shutting his eyes and squeezing tears out. "My only sisters… I didn't even know I had any sisters- or a family at all…"
That's when Kasandra realized something- They needed to be there for their now-only child, especially in this time. She sat down next to him, and he sat up and lied his head on her shoulder, sobbing. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she whispered. "You still got us…"
"B-But, you lost your daughter- my sister- Anna-"
"…But we've still got you. It's okay, honey… we'll get through this. …Who knows? She might not actually be gone."
"What do you mean?" Fangs found himself asking before his son could.
"Well, Brielle zapped them with WG's wand… maybe she sent them somewhere safe."
Fangs smiled, but it faded quickly. "I wish I could believe that…" He stood up and walked over to the window for some fresh air, and looked up at the moon. 3, 2, 1, he was Fangface and without another word ran out of the room, no doubt looking for Puggsy.
"…Does he do that a lot?" Timothy asked his mom.
She nodded, smiling. "Yes… and it makes me smile every time."
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I'm so tired of being here…
Lamone walked around the yard, deep in thought. It all made sense about Kiff now- with him having vampire characteristics but his father being a werewolf (for some reason no one could figure out yet), he had been going through early Kretin stages: different eyesight (which explained the glasses) and changing hair color, and he had hit Kretin puberty by transforming into a full one… just to save his friend, Anna/Blackrose. Normally, young Kretins went on a rampage, but Kiff… he was different. He must have gotten it from his father, Lamone thought, remembering what Puggsy had said about the werewolves.
Suppressed by all my… childish fears
He looked up at the moon… and saw someone was sitting on the roof. Looking closer, he saw that it was WG, holding a sketch-pad and a pencil, focused on the paper she was drawing on. Curious on why she was up on the roof doodling at such a late hour, the vampire climbed onto the roof and sat next beside her. "It's like… watching yourself die, you know?" WG said, not looking at him, startling the vampire a bit but he didn't show it, but instead wondered how- if he climbed up their so quietly- she knew he was there. "Brielle and Stalker, I mean… Brie and I were practically twins, and Stalker was… well, pretty much me. It's as if I was the one who died… I feel dead, anyway." Lamone didn't say anything, arching an eyebrow at her words.
And if you have to leave… I wish that you would just leave
"Of course… you probably know all about that experience anyway- and don't give a damn about our loss." With that, she dropped her sketch-pad and climbed down from the roof, back into the house. Lamone was stunned at her words, then picked it up and looked at the picture she had drawn…
Because your presence still lingers here,
And it won't leave me alone…
It was a pencil-drawn picture of Fangface holding Brielle in her arms, tears running down his eyes as blood ran down her waist.
These wounds won't seem to heal,
This pain is just too real,
Lamone flipped to the last page… seeing another pencil-drawn picture, only it was of Brielle, holding an infant Kiff in her arms while lying in a hospital bed, with Puggsy wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they both smiled down at their son.
There's just too much that time cannot erase
Lamone couldn't look anymore and closed the sketch-book, feeling that he was shaking. Why? He barely knew his cousins, and didn't care about Brielle all that much… so why did he have a sad feeling inside?
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WG ran inside, feeling a mixture of anger, sadness, confusion, and fear inside of her. She was angry because Lamone didn't care about what happened, or had even said anything about the incident- not even a word about Kiff; she felt sadness for the loss of her friends and werewolf half; she was confused on what happened to Vincent's body- surely he was dead, wasn't he?; and she was afraid that… that nothing in the Tooniverse was as safe as it seemed, that danger and death were all around… She shook her head and walked into her room, sitting on her bed and crying…
When you cried I'd wipe away all your tears,
Silver couldn't get over what had happened, too shocked to say anything. He had seen Brielle jump in front of Fangface, only to get hit by a laser… and then Stalker was torn to shreds, obviously trying to fight Vincent before her werewolf prowess was fully developed. He couldn't think of anything sadder… until he walked into his room and saw WG crying on her bed. Taking off his orange-red baseball cap, he rubbed the back of his neck, then sat down beside her, putting an arm round her-
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all your fears
-only to end up having her arms hug him tight as her face buried into his furry chest, unleashing a flood of tears that pretty much soaked his entire torso (so to speak). "What are we going to do?" WG whispered, sobbing.
I held your hand through all of these years…
Silver looked at her, almost baffled. What happened to the spunky, violence-crazed Rambo-impersonator that was his friend? "Well, (grr) first of all, chin up," he said, slipping his finger under her chin and lifting her face up so their eyes made contact. "I mean, look at you- We've seen how many people die, if not worse, and you've never shed a tear! (snarl) That's the kind of influence Brielle and Stalker got from you- keeping strong, no matter the situation. What would they say if they saw you now, crying over them? (snarl)"
WG shrugged. "I don't know…" she said, looking down. "I just… can't believe they're gone. Then there's Kiff and Anna…"
Silver lifted her chin up once more. "Look at me, Astrid 'Wherever Girl' Southerland (grr)- I know how you feel. I can't believe they're gone, too… especially Stalker…"
WG nodded. "I know… you loved her, didn't you?"
His ears perked up, and he looked at her, surprised. "How did you know- I mean, (grr) what makes you think I loved her?"
But you still have…
She hugged him tighter, tears still running down her eyes. "Because… she really loved you." she said quietly.
All of me
This time, tears rolled down Silver's eyes, and he bit his bottom lip to keep from sobbing. She loved me…? he thought, and sighed. …But, now she's gone… he looked down at WG, who had shut her eyes but still held on to him. …Well, half of her anyway. And he didn't let the other half go the whole night.
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You used to captivate me… with your resonating light
Puggsy sat on his bed, facing the window… looking up at the sky and wondering what Brielle was up to in the afterlife. He knew she was in Heaven- she was Christian with faith and devotion to Christ, and he had never met a more angel-like girl… okay, so maybe she wasn't all THAT angel-like, but he knew that she had a good heart. …And he hoped to meet her up there someday… soon…
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
"Don't think like that, you knucklehead!" A gruff voice said in his head.
"Who the heck…?" Puggsy gasped.
"(grr) It's me- your werewolf half, Hardy."
Oh, right… Puggsy thought, remembering that he was a werewolf. …Wait, how am I a werewolf- and why the heck is your name Hardy?
"(snarl) Remember that episode, 'Where's the Wolf that is the Werewolf', that part where you drank that formulary by accident? Well… let's just say it had a, um, 'permanent' side-effect… And you can call me Hardy because- from the way I beat up Jennifer- I'm HARD-CORE!"
"Ow!" Puggsy said, rubbing his head. "Headache!"
"(grr) Sorry…"
Your face it haunts…
My once pleasant dreams
Look, Hardy, you seem like a nice wolf… but I want to be alone right now, okay? Puggsy thought, irritated with his mental conversation.
"(grr) Sure, Pugs, sure… Pugs?"
What?
"…Will we ever see Kiff again? I miss him… a lot."
Puggsy didn't respond, his mind suddenly filled with all the memories of him, Brielle and Kiff. It was as if his world came crashing down… as if he had lost everything he ever loved, all in one hour of the day. Hardy didn't say another word, knowing that his human-half needed to be alone.
Your voice chased away,
All the sanity in me
Suddenly, the door opened and Fangface came in. Puggsy looked at him, but turned away, not in the mood to handle one of the werewolf's wacky antics. It was already bad enough that he turned into a werewolf himself, then lost his wife and kid… he didn't need anymore suffering. But, for some reason, Fangface hadn't attacked him- not even let out a single growl. Instead, he sat on the bed, his back facing his friend though he was still close to him.
These wounds won't seem to heal,
"I want to be alone," Puggsy said coldly.
This pain is just too real,
"Too. Bad." Fangface said sternly, not budging.
There's just too much that time cannot erase
They sat there, silently…
When you cried I'd wipe away all your tears
Puggsy tried hard to think of something- anything- to get his mind off this day, but no matter what he thought of, it would just lead to a memory of Brielle or Kiff. He tried to think of times when he and Brielle didn't get along- he even thought of times when she and/or WG (mostly WG) said food words just so Fangface would eat him and they'd get a good laugh- just to ease his sorrow… but it didn't work. Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, he began to sob lightly.
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all your fears
Fangface's ears perked up. Holy schammoly, is Puggsy actually… he thought, a bit surprised. He had heard others say they'd seen Puggsy cry (Edwin once made him), but he never believed them, thinking his best friend was too tough… until now. I guess even the toughest tough guys shed a few tears. He scooted closer to his friend and put an arm around him. "You gonna be okay, Pugs? (grr) It worries me that you're actually crying…" Fangface said.
"Give me a break," Puggsy snapped, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "I lost my wife, kid, and one of my friends all in one day!"
I held your hand through all of these years
Fangface sighed. "I know… I lost just as much as you did," he said, thinking about Blackrose.
But you still have…
Puggsy sat there, realizing that he had forgotten that Anna was zapped along with Kiff. Fangface was right- he wasn't the ONLY one who had lost someone dear. The two fathers sat there, staring out the window as if the whole thing was happening again.
All of me…
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WG couldn't take it anymore. Standing up and grabbing her wand off of her dresser, she opened her closet and looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror on its door. "What are you doing?" Silver asked her.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone…
"I… I don't want to look like this anymore," WG replied, closing her eyes as more tears fell. "I'm tired of looking like… someone who just died. Again."
But though you're still with me…
Turn me back into the girl I'm supposed to be, she thought and zapped herself. In a flash of light, she was back into her old self: Black hair, dark-blue eyes, wearing a black shirt, gray-pants with two black diagnal stripes on the legs, and a pair of black-and-white checkered sneakers, and black leather wrist-bands on her wrists (a/n: I know, that's a lot of black).
She looked at Silver, who stared at her wide-eyed. "Whoa… I forgot how emo you looked before," he gasped, then covered his mouth. "I'm sorry, I…"
WG shrugged, walking back over to the bed and sitting next to him. "Eh, Jennifer said worse things…" she raised her wand. "And she WILL pay. For EVERYTHING." Silver growled in reply. "…But, lets get some sleep first… All this emotional stuff is making me tired."
Silver shrugged. "Okay." He was about to get up and crawl back into his bed, but WG wrapped her arms around him again.
I've been alone all along
She looked at him, suddenly feeling awkward. "Um… you wouldn't mind… uh…" she said, blushing.
Silver looked at her, smiling a bit and wrapping his arms around her. "(grr) No problem," he replied, holding her close. She smiled back, then closed her eyes and fell asleep in the werewolf's arms. (a/n: If anyone laughs at this, I will hunt you down…)
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When you cried, I'd wipe away all your tears
Kasandra covered Timothy with a blanket after he had finally fallen asleep. She then stood up to find her husband, hoping that he hadn't done anything to Puggsy to upset him even more. She couldn't help crying after what happened…
When you screamed, I'd fight away all your fears
Stalker had tried to save her life and ended up getting torn to shreds, and Brielle had sacrificed her own life to save Fangface. …She felt as if she had lost her parents all over again- and vowed that Jennifer WOULD pay, along with Vincent, who she knew was somehow still alive. How, she didn't know- she was still going to kill him- All. Over. Again.
I held your hand for all of these years
But you still have…
Kasandra looked into Puggsy's room- and didn't know whether to laugh or 'aw'. Fangface was lying on Puggsy's bed on his stomach, while his best friend was lying on his back as if the werewolf were a pillow, and they were both asleep. Stepping closer, she saw red around their eyes, and knew they had been crying. I don't know whether I should comfort them or blackmail them, she thought.
All of me…
Grabbing an extra blanket, she draped it over them, kissing her husband 'goodnight' on the head, then walking back to her room and lying down next to Timothy, knowing that- after tonight- he wouldn't want to wake up alone.
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Me…
Lamone walked down the hall toward WG and FF2's room to return the authoress' sketch-book… all the while trying to think of the right words to say to her- namely a retort to the whole 'dead' comment she gave him. He opened the door… seeing that she was asleep in Silver's arms, but had a change of hair and clothes. He sneered at the sight, still questioning how someone could love a werewolf- but, after seeing all the werewolves he'd met in action today, and seeing their hurt, angst, and pain…
Me…
Perhaps… they're more humane than I thought. Lamone thought, looking through the sketch-book one more time… and seeing a recent picture WG had drawn, which didn't look finished yet but he could still make it out: It was him, looking solemn and stoic, his pencil-drawn eyes looking like life-less black holes that went on forever. The image was TOO good, and it startled him enough that he shut the book and placed it quickly on her dresser. He left the room, taking a deep breath, but he still saw the picture in his mind. Perhaps she's right… Maybe I AM the one who's dead inside…
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A/N: Okay, just so you know, the song is called "My Immortal" by Evanescence. And sorry if this chapter was OOC in some parts (especially Fangface and Puggsy's- don't hurt me!) and, once again, if you make fun of the part about Silver and I, you will die. No, seriously, it'll be like that movie, "The Ring"! …Please review, but no flames!