Fang's POV
So while I'm at the club, I meet a girl. Her name is…well to be honest I can't remember, but I honestly don't think it matters at the moment since she took me to a secluded booth in the back of the club first chance she got. To be honest, I doubt she remembers my name. "Fang, you ok?" she asks, taking a breather from attacking me. Oops…I guess she does.
"Yeah." I reply shortly. She gives me a curious glance.
"I'm fine." I say with a small smirk then peck her on the lips as reassurance. That always works. She comes onto me with renewed energy, but I'm not into it because I see someone stop by the booth. A girl. It looks like…Max? Except she looks…hot. Don't get me wrong, she's normally beautiful, but what she's wearing is more seductive than the jeans and t-shirts she normally likes to lounge around in. Wait. I did not just think that. Maybe I've had too much to drink? Yeah...that's it.
"What's wrong?" the girl-who's-name-I-don't-know mutters in my ear when she notices I'm distracted. That's also the last thing she'll be saying to me tonight because Max snatches her off of me unexpectedly and proceeds to pummel her. I stare part in shock but also in awe of how beautifully Max is beating the snot out of the no-name girl. Weird, right? I really need to stop drinking. Eventually I come to my senses and scramble out of the booth and yell over the music, "Max, what are you doing?" I don't actually try to stop her myself because she looks like she'd turn on me too if I tried. So I just keep yelling at her.
Max's POV
I hear a voice in the background and look up, startled. All of my feelings of anger, jealousy, confusion, more anger, and first and foremost bloodlust fading away from me. I almost forget where I am and what I'm doing, but that's kind of hard considering I'm sitting on a girl. I look at the girl I am currently sitting on who is whimpering and crying. I know she will be extremely bruised and swollen tomorrow. Then I look around the club and everything comes back to me at once. Crap. I'm almost afraid to get up and turn to Fang who is questioning me, but I do.
"Max, why did you do that? What are you even doing here? HOW did you get here?" I hold up my hand, signaling for him to stop talking for once.
"None of that matters right now. We need to find Ashley and Dreslin." I say so calm, cool, and collected that I want to pat myself on the back.
"They're here too?" he asks, visibly getting angrier.
"Yes. Now come on." I order and proceed to walk away. I don't look back to see if he's following or to see how that whore I beat up is doing. I navigate my way back to the front of the club by the bar where I left Ashley and Dreslin. I spot Dreslin not far away sitting beside a drunken looking Ashley who is passed out beside her. I am going to kill her when we get out of here. I hurry to the booth and yank Dreslin up.
"Why is she drunk? What happened?" I yell into her face.
"Um…I told her to loosen up. And she did. She also kinda sorta got into a bar fight…"Dreslin tells me her voice trailing off as she mumbles when she mentions the bar fight.
"What? A fight? She didn't kill anyone, did she?" I ask.
"No, I dragged her away before then." Dreslin says with a 'how dumb do you think I am?' look on her face.
"Fine. Now let's get out of here before I kill you." I practically growl out at her. I see fear spark in her eyes. Good. I grab one of Ashley's arms and Dreslin grabs the other. We make our way through the crowd to the exit of the club. Fang eventually caught up like I knew he would and started to bombard both Dreslin and me with questions which we ignored. I'm sure he would ask Ashley too but she's unconscious right now.
Once we get outside the club, I turn to him and ask, "You got a car hotshot?"
He just looks at me for a second before he sighs and says, "Follow me." He leads us around to the back of the club where the most beautiful car I've ever seen is parked and I've seen a lot of them in Japan. It is like Batman's dream car. Sleek, black, and shiny with tinted windows (AN: just use your imagination people). I swear I might start drooling.
He pulls out a set of keys, unlocks it, and says, "Get in." looking every bit like the cool bad boy. Maybe he is secretly Robin? So Dreslin and I pretty much drag Ashley to the car and lay her across the backseat of the car which has leather seats.
"I call shotgun," Dreslin says excitedly.
"Not even. You stay with Ashley and make sure she doesn't wake up and puke since this is your fault entirely." I say. HA! No way is she getting my seat. I just wish I could drive it. That's the only thing better.
"No fair!" Dreslin protests, pouting.
"Too bad," I say and get in what I now deem the batmobile. As soon as Dreslin and I get in, Fang starts driving like a bat out of hell. It's silent as we drive. I can tell Fang still wants to know why we were there, but he's not getting anything from me. Dreslin isn't saying anything only because she doesn't want to get yelled at. Then he starts to drive even faster and taking a bunch of twists and turns.
"Fang, what's wrong?" I ask.
"We're being followed." he says through clenched teeth.
"Why? By who?" I ask.
"I have no idea." he answers, which obviously frustrated him to admit. After a few minutes of playing cat and mouse with whoever this person is, Fang turns into an alley and gets out of the car. A split second later, whoever it is drives into the alley and blocks our only escape. I get out and stand next to Fang. This person is really going to get himself killed. The driver seat door of the silver Porsche that was following us opens and out steps a tall blond guy wearing a pair of shades. He has on a white t-shirt and dark jeans. I see muscles almost the size of Fang's ripple in his arms as he crosses them over his chest. I glance over at Fang and see him blink away a brief flicker of surprise as the mystery guy says, "Nice to see you again Nicholas."
Fang's POV
What is he doing here? A feeling of pure unadulterated burning hatred travels through my body like hot magma seeping out of a volcano. "Iggy." I say.
"You know him?" Max asks from beside me, confusion coloring her voice. I see Iggy check Max out as he says to her, "Oh yeah. Me and Nicky boy here go way back." I really want to punch him right now. Not only for looking at Max like he did, but for using my real name as well.
"Fang." Max says to get my attention when I don't respond.
"Fang? That's what you got people calling you these days?" Iggy asks followed by mocking laughter.
"I don't mean to cut this reunion short, but why don't we take this somewhere more secure?" I say, eyeballing his car that is blocking the alley.
"What? Don't trust me?" Iggy asks me with a smirk. More hatred than ever burns through me as I simply say, "No." letting all my emotion through for once. I grab Max's arm and pull her to the car.
"What's going on?" Dreslin asks Max when we get into the car.
"Heck if I know. Ask Fang" Max answers her. Dreslin looks at me curiously, but I ignore her and start the engine. I watch as Iggy gets in his car and pulls out of the alley. I step on the gas pedal and quickly head to the headquarters we are using for our vacation as Iggy follows behind us. The drive there is silent since Max and Dreslin realize I'm not going to talk to them. When we get to headquarters, I tell Max and Dreslin to take the intoxicated and unconscious Ashley inside.
"Where are you going?" Max asks.
"I'll be back." I respond and drive off with Iggy on my tail. No I guess I should explain why I hate Iggy so much. It all started when we were still in training to be assassins together. He pretty much made my life during training a nightmare. He is what you would call a prankster. And guess who his favorite victim was…that's right. Me. He did everything from making all my whites pink (which is why I wear mostly black now) to bleaching my hair blond (worst year of my life). Those just skim the top of some of the things he did to me. So you see now why I'm not too excited about him showing up out of nowhere. I'm sure it's not to pull a few immature pranks on me, but it might be to pull some serious life threatening stuff. Don't call me paranoid either. If you do then you've probably never dealt with assassins before. Anyway, I eventually park my car beside a beach and get out to wait for Iggy and see what he wants with me now.
AN: Congratulate me with reviews everyone! Why you may ask? Well because I updated during the week and also because this is my longest chapter so far! Consider it a treat. Plus you got Iggy this chapter! So review with your thoughts please and I might update this weekend too. I wasn't going to because of this, but only you guys can convince me…