Summary: We now find Naser and Anon heading over to the Carfe den that's Reed's. What could possibly go wrong? Hope one of the two bought the snacks..... Sunday night: 7:15 PM I always wondered what that handle above the passenger windows in cars were for. Turns out they were commonly referred to as the Oh shit handle. Found that out the hard way. I don't want to know Naser's insurance bill, or pull up the Dinofax. We make it Reed's place in a good fifteen minutes. I had to explain to Naser to park a little up the street to keep things a little less suspicious. As I step out of the car, and open the trunk, I toss the crucifix towards the grey Pterodactyl. He catches it, nearly fumbling. "If Fang's in there, hold it up towards her the moment she gets violent, Naser." I open one of the jars and grab two smaller garlic bulbs and shove them into the left pocket of my jeans. God that stuff's pungent. "This won't hurt her, will it?" The Grey Pterodactyl asks, a look of indifference in his eyes as he glances down at the crucifix. "...No?" I mean I've seen films where the skin spontaneously combusts. I hope that doesn't happen. I count the address numbers until we reach 4609. Motioning with my hand, I point a little out of the way, behind some shrubs for Naser to hide behind. At least he's a team player, didn't even have to ask him twice. Stepping up to the door, I knock three times, taking a step back, juuuuuuust in case. The door soon opens, smoke, and some sweet smell coming from inside. It smells sugary, but it soon turns into this bleach like smell afterwards, like it's man made. The smell is strong enough to make my eyes water just a tad. Carfe, no doubt. What else would Reed be doing on a Sunday night? "Yoooooo, what's good Anon?" Reed sounds a little more faded as he reaches a hand out for a high-five. I obliged, slapping him on the palm. "Ehh, not much." I answer. Reed takes a few steps back, inviting me in. I step into the dimly lit house, TV on, static screen. I keep the door partially open, so Naser can sneak on by the door frame to stay out of sight. "Lemme get that math homework, bruh...." The Pink Velociraptor stumbles about in the dark. I lean out the door and find Naser already behind it. I give him a thumbs up and he makes his way in. I make my way further in, and take a seat on the couch. I can hear some shuffling upstairs, a lot of shuffling. I soon hear a voice. All too familiar. "Ugh. What the fuck is that smell, Reed?!" Naser immediately perks up, that voice way more familiar to him than it was to me. It was Fang. I turn to him, and remove one of the garlic bulbs, tossing it to him. The Grey Pterodactyl scrunches his nose a little. As Reed stumbles back into the living room, The pink Velociraptor immediately notices Naser. ".....Bro....." Naser naturally had to get a word in. "Where's Fang." He comments, in a calm tone. ".....Bro, she ain-" Naser immediately cuts him off. "Where's Fang?!" He damn near shouts. The shuffling upstairs gets louder, enough to cause some rattling. I can almost follow the source of the noise as it heads towards closer and closer to the stairwell. Soon, all of us turn attention away from each other, up towards the staircase as a familiar sight emerges. It's Fang. She's dressed in her usual attire. Black, but she looks....different. Dried blood on her wings. Was she preening? Her once Amber colored eyes were now a deep red, almost like the color of blood. They have this....glow to them, like it's the only thing that's got life left in her. Her hair looks a little frizzly, like she hasn't combed it in a day or two. What stood out the most? Those teeth of hers, elongated Canines. If Naser didn't believe me before, he's definitely going to believe me now. You could cut the silence with a knife. I want to say something first. I really do. But It's probably best of Naser does. I gently nudge him. "Say something you idiot." I whisper "Fang! I......How's it going?" Naser asks, trying to mask any sort of intention or desire to get her to return home. Fang immediately glares at him. "Get the fuck out. Now!" Naser only returns with a glare, narrowing his eyes towards his sister. "Don't talk to me like that. Mom and Dad are worried sick!" Reed steps back, trying to get as far from the two as possible. I stand my ground with Naser. "I'm not coming back!" I can see her fingers curling. I know full well they're stained with Ripley's blood if what Naser told me was true. I had to try and defuse the situation. "Fang? Don't you think you're....acting a little outta line?" I comment. Her gaze shifts to me, and those red eyes easily go right through me, as if they were staring into my very soul. "Outta Line? Outta Line?!" She begins to make her way towards the two of us. Fang had this.....dead look, If you could call it that? Scales were damn near white, seemed animated in a way. Definitely didn't feel natural, and the hairs on the back of my neck and arms began standing up. That's my body telling me to get the fuck out of there. "Let me tell YOU who's outta line, Dweeb..." There's no breathing, hell, I don't think there's any heartbeat coming from her. This eerie feeling soon settles within the room. Even Fang's voice. It's got this....ethereal tone to it. I'm glad I didn't go in alone. Reed was damn near useless, but Naser..... He probably had to defuse quite a few situations living with Fang. Naser grips the crucifix tighter, before he holds it up in front of his Sister. Fang's face immediately contorts with this sickening, vile look. Her sharp teeth bare, red eyes glowing even brighter. This hiss sounds out, literal nails on a chalkboard. The pale Pterodactyl began taking steps back. "Put that down! NOW!" The look on Reed's face is one of horror. What he saw and heard was enough to shake him out of the Carfe induced trip to Cloud nine. I remove the other garlic bulb and squeeze it tighter in my palm as the bitter smell fills the room. "Enough, Fang! Come home! Mom and Dad are worried sick about you!" Naser shouts, stepping closer the cross still held out. Fang's hands press against the sides of her head, covering her ears. She's trying to drown out Naser's pleas, but if I had to guess? She's trying to drown out the monster telling her to tear Naser limb from limb. Teeth grit more and more, and a growling erupts from her snoot. She soon bolts forward past me and Naser, and out the door. Immediately, I chase after her, but just as I make it down the three steps that lead to Reed's door, Fang's wingspan is seen in full force. As she bent downwards before jumping. Her wings bend, propelling her further upwards, a brush of air is sent towards me like a gust of wind. She soon takes off into the night sky. Naser soon stops besides me, watching the silhouette disappear into the abyss above. The crucifix soon drops to the ground. "Fuck....." Naser mutters to himself, glancing back inside Reed's house. I turn to look towards Naser. He seriously wasn't getting any ideas, right? Right? "Let me do the talking, Naser." I comment, before heading back inside. Naser remained outside for a few more moments, before slipping back in a few minutes later. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Sunday night: 8:30 PM "I don't know, Bro. they.....they did this trick with her eyes. It felt like someone was inside my head." Reed comments as his fingers mold into his pink hair, trying to get ahold on the flurry of emotions going through his head. Could seriously use some Carfe right about now. I soon chime in. "....Sounds like she tried to hypnotize you. Can you remember what she said? Did?" I ask, sitting on a chair, backwards as I lean against the frame. Naser remained quiet, crossing his arms as he leans against the door. Seemed he was trying to pick up some details, learn a few things. "Did she bite you?" I Soon ask. Reed lifts his head up, purple eyes now stricken with fear. I ask again. "Did she bite you." He soon lifts his right arm and those familiar red pin pricks are present. Easy to spot since his skin was damn near pink with some white markings. "W-What's gonna happen to me?" Reed asks, hyperventilating at this point. I honestly didn't know, but I couldn't flat out say that. "....You'll be fine, Reed." I answer, finding a thermos filled with liquid. Just agua, right? I toss it towards the pink raptor, whom caught it and immediately takes a long slug. "Does Trish know?" I ask. Honestly. Fuck her. I honestly hope Fang bites her. I immediately regret thinking that. Not only for my sake, but for Naser, and everyone else that was present at that concert four months and a half months ago. "I don't know, bro...." I can tell he's calming down, that Carfe works pretty fast. Naser's phone began ringing, and without hesitation, he excuses himself out the door. I couldn't pick up the conversation, but I pray to raptor Jesus it's either Samantha or Ripley. "Do me a favor, Reed. If it's Fang. Don't answer the door. Try to contact Trish. She's gotta stay away from Fang." I soon stand up from the chair and stretch for a moment. "Anon.....What happened to Fang?" Reed asks, taking another swig. "....She's a vampire, Reed. Something bit her Friday night, and me and Naser are trying to figure out.... Figure out whatever bit her....I don't know, trying to do SOMETHING." What were we even doing anyway? We now know what shes become, but we don't even know the monster that even turned her. "Fuck man......" He lowers his head, hands immediately roaming through his hair again after placing the thermos back on the table. "Keep your phone on. If you start feeling any different, text me, call me, drop me a message on rock ring, whatever. Keep me up to date." I soon head out the door, greeted by the sight of Naser sitting on the steps. I take a seat next to him. ".....That was Naomi." FUCK. Just the name I didn't WANT to hear. "You didn't tell her, did you?" I ask, glancing at him. "Mom and Dad told her." He answers. Great, now I know I'm going to get an earful tomorrow morning in homeroom. Naser immediately buries his face in his arms, as they rest on his knees. I just want this day to be over with. I soon stand up. "C'mon, we can't just sit here and mope around, Naser. You should get home, and tell your parents Fang's at least....around?" I was going to say alive, but she's far from it at this point. "And get bombarded with questions?" He sneers as he stood up as and began to head towards his car. I soon follow. Somehow, I get the feeling a lot of those questions are soon going to be directed towards me....Whatever, try not to think about it. "Where do you stay, anyway?" Naser asks, as he turns the key. "Skin row..." I mutter under my breath. "....What." He asks, a puzzling look on his face. "I said Skin row." I answer a little louder. ".....Sheesh, and I thought Trish had it rough." "Fuck you." -------------------------------------------------------------------- Sunday night: 10:30 Dark room only lit by the computer screen. Maybe I'm slowly turning into what Fang's become... A couple more comments on the thread, nothing too helpful. One in particular was a warning about welcome mats. That's when it hit me. Vampires need an invitation to enter, right? I don't think I saw one on Reed's front porch.... Just as I was about to pack it in, and try to get some shuteye, I hear this tapping noise coming from my window. Immediately turning my head, It sounds out again. Click...Click....Click. I immediately put the computer into sleep mode, and scoot the chair back. As I head towards the window, this cold ominous feeling begins to spread over my body. Pulling the shade up, I'm greeted by a pair of blood red eyes, and a pale looking Pterodactyl. It's Fang. I'm not sure if I should be feeling relieved, or scared. She's.....there, but at the same time, she's not. Those blood red eyes just stare at me, as if reading me like an open book. Gently, I press a palm on the glass. Fang does the same. The silence felt like it went on for hours, before I finally muster up enough courage to break it. "....Fang?" I call out. A smirk forms on her snoot, one of her canine's visible. "...Let me in, Dweeb." Fuck. She saw me at Reed's place, right? With Naser. I can't just say.....no. Even as I begin to fight internally with my conscious, I find myself sliding the window up. I must've gave her permission. Next thing I know, she's in my apartment, standing there as those red eyes meet mine. "Fang, I didn't mean t-" A cold finger soon presses against my lips, a low "shhhh" escaping her lips. "Relaxxxxxx" that snake like lisp causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand. "I just need some....." Blood? I think to myself. Fucking Mumbled that out, too. "No! Not that!" She immediately turns away, her hands rubbing opposite arms. I take a step back. "A place to stay?" I ask. What could possibly go wrong? Sure, invite a supernatural creature to a sleep over. Fang soon turns to look at me, a look of regret and shame in her eyes. I get a better look at her now, and boy does she look messed up. Preening no doubt, blood on her hands. I couldn't tell, but I'm willing to bet there's some on that on the halter top of hers, seeing how the bottom of her snoot had a dried stream trickling down, even going down her neck. "...Get yourself cleaned up, Fang." I point towards the bathroom. "....Make yourself at home." I catch the squint in her eyes as I mention home. As she disappeared into the bathroom, there's this eerie silence again. Must have went on for twenty minutes. Once I hear the water running, I back off a little with the worrying. Moving to the kitchen, I grab a little snack, and a soda as I run some ideas through my head. Maybe I could start with how she turned, who or what turned her. Keep Naser and the family on the backburner, I don't want to make her uncomfortable. Or angry. Definitely not the latter. The water soon stops. Something doesn't feel right. Why isn't she coming out of the bathroom? Minutes go by. I soon head to the door, and knock a few times. Nothing. Testing the knob, it was unlocked. Do I dare tempt fate? Opening the door, I'm greeted with....nothing. Well, no Pterodactyl. Feathers strewn about, at least a handful in the sink. The mirror was damn near shattered, making my reflection look like a contorted mess, something MC esher drew. I'm not worried about explaining that to the landlord, I'm more worried about Fang. And the zombie that slowly appeared in the mirror. Immediately, I turn around. Fang's standing there, blood red eyes staring, but not into my eyes. She's focused on her reflection. Sunken eyes, their once amber colored now cloudy, and lifeless. Her scales are peeling away on her snoot like a bad sunburn. Honestly, the reflection looked scarier than she did. She looked a lot like a zombie. No color. No life. Is that....Is that why she broke the mirror? "Turn around, Fang." I say, in a calm tone. The sound of my voice soon causes the Pterodactyl to shake out of her staring. Her eyes narrow, before she pivots, and heads out the bathroom. I soon follow, giving her some space. When I make my way back into the main room, she's sitting on my bed. Her head hung low, obviously deep in thought. I soon take a seat next to her. ".....What's happening to me." She whispers. I can see her hands ball up into fists, pretty sure those nails dug into her palms. "....I think..." Immediately, I'm cut off as her cold hands grip my collar, pulling me in closer to her. There's no pulse, no.....presence coming from her. Even as those blood red eyes, pupils damn near slit like a damn thread of hair stare into mine, I know what I'm looking at is a monster. "WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!" She screeches, ringing the insides of my ears. I immediately freeze, unsure of what to say. This wasn't like a month ago at school. I couldn't just keep quiet. Despite the fear, I know somewhere deep down, Fang's still in there. "....I think you've turned into a vampire, Fang." I finally answer. I can feel the grip on my collar loosen, before she just lets go. Not the answer she wanted to hear. The look of anger soon morphs into confusion, then into sadness as she hugs herself. Immediately, I learn towards her, and wrap my arms around her waist. Any hope of her being alive soon went out the window. She's as cold as a corpse. But it doesn't cause me to let go. I can soon feel her arms wrap around me. I soon hear a whisper. "....I bit Reed." Fang soon looks up at me, sadness in her eyes. Soon, I can see liquid pooling up beneath her eyes, and it wasn't clear. It was red. I keep quiet for a few moments. ".....I saw the bite mark, Fang. I'm sure he...." I trail off, remembering the spooked look on his face. Could I even try to lie to make her feel better? "I'm sure he understands." I can feel her hug tighten up, to the point it's near constricting territory. Another whisper. "....I'm still thirsty." Fuck. That means.... I'm soon met face to face with those red eyes. As I gaze into them, I feel everything....slow down, like time itself just stops. All I can hear is my own internal monologue. I can see Fang slowly lean forward, towards my right ear. Her head lowers, and I can feel the bridge of her snoot brush against my neck. It's cold, and soon, something even colder laps across the skin on my neck. It must be her tongue. My body wants to move, get far away from her, but those eyes must've put me in some trance. Soon, I feel a sharp jolt, followed by a quick "pop". Her canines puncture the skin on my neck. It felt like.....getting a shot. Hurts at first, then....nothing. All I can feel is her cold embrace, and an even colder muscle occaisionally lapping around where she bit me. Soon, I feel Fang retreat from my neck, her snout and lips stained with my blood. She leans forward again to lap up any remnants trickling down. I must've still been wrapped up in her trance. The last thing I remember feeling before fading to black was the cold feeling of her lips pressing against mine. After that, nothing..... I hope I live after this. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monday: 5:00 AM. I didn't dream. Hell, I don't even think I slept all that well, either. I lay there, staring at the ceiling. Ten, fifteen minutes went by, and I refused to move. Did I give up? I turn my head to the side, and see Fang, laying with her back against me. Eerie, even if I'm sharing a bed with the one I like....love? Her body laid there, lifeless almost. I raise a middle and index finger and place them on my neck. I still have a pulse. I'm still alive. A sigh soon escapes my mouth. Well, I'm up now. Time to get to the daily races, and see the familiar faces. As I sit up, and swing my legs over on the edge of the bed, a hand soon grips my left arm. Cold, lifeless, yet the grip's full of life. "....Stay here with me, Dweeb." A hoarse whisper, followed by some shuffling, as Fang turns to face me, still lying down. Those crimson eyes staring into my soul. "....I can't, Fang." I whisper. Her pupils soon dilate, I can sense anger brewing. "....I gotta go to school." I soon add. I move back down to lay next to the Pterodactyl. Silence again. Was she thinking? I couldn't tell. Her gaze soon shifts to the ceiling, as she laid on her back. Her hands soon rest behind her head. "How're you feeling?" She soon asks. ".....I'm....I'm fine, actually. You uhh....you bit me last night." I soon mutter, a hand roaming over where I thought she bit me. Huh, no puncture marks. "......You're bloods a lot sweeter than Reed's." She mutters, sighing. Huh, maybe I'm O-. Never did donate any blood at a blood drive or anything. "I'm...I'm scared. Something's happening to me. In my head. I...." She began to tear up, her voice shaking. Immediately, a tug her closer, whispering "shh" in her ear. "Fang, you gotta fight it. Whoever bit you is trying to control you. That wasn't you that bit me, or Reed." Gently, one of my hands roam through her hair, cradling her tighter. I can hear sniffling. It's like the rooftops all over again. I begin to feel even my heart strings tug a few times. "I....can't. He's...He's in my head. He's telling me to do things. Vile things. It. Won't. Stop!" She soon squirms out of my embrace, pushing me away as she props herself up, hugging her knees. Fuck. Is she going to snap? I quickly move to get out of bed, and stand up. "Fang I.." I trail off. I can't do this shit alone. "...Me and Naser can fix this. I promise." Her gaze soon lifts after mentioning Naser. She immediately sneers, letting out a hiss. Fuck. "He's nearby....He's watching you, Anon. He's going to save you for last." I feel my heart skip a beat. Is he....is he telling her this? "Yeah? Well he can come at get me." I say, putting on false bravado. Is it really wise to taunt someone without even knowing who they are? "Fang....keep your head up." I say, as I move closer towards her, and reach a hand out. Softly, it rests on her chin, propping her gaze up to meet mine. She begins to smile a little. It's half-hearted, no confidence at all, but she's trying. "Me and Naser are armed, don't you worry. We'll deal with him. Whoever he is. He worries a lot about you....." Fang sneers again, her eyes averting mine. "He really does. He thought I was the reason you went all....Fangy." I snirk lightly. She soon snirks as well, a few times. Look on the bright side, I got her to chuckle! "You? You couldn't bite me if you tried, Dweeb...." Her eyes soon meet mine. "....Bet you I could." I retort. She responds with a playful punch on my shoulder. Which stung a little more thanks to that newfound undead strength of hers. ".....You still got your phone? Text me. I'm serious. I'll ditch class if I have to, Fang." A hand began to dig into her pocket, and she removes her phone to show me she still has possession of it. I glance at the clock, it's almost six. Gotta hoof it now. Quickly gathering my things and a quick snack, I began to head towards the door. "Wait!" I hear Fang call out. I immediately stop, and turn around. "Anon....I......I'm rooting for you. Don't fuck this up." That hesitation. Was she really going to say what I think she was going to say? I smirk lightly. "I won't." And with that, I head out the door.- ------------------------------------------------------------------ Monday: 7:45 AM. Late to homeroom. Fuck. At least Mr. Tsuki's pretty understanding. Even If I can't understand him half the time. A newfound fear soon washes over me. Naomi. Does she know? Naser didn't tell her, right? She immediately began flagging me over. And like a fucking moth to the light, I found myself heading over. She moves to pull up a chair to the side of her desk, and I take a seat on it. ".....How's Fang?" She asks, concern in her voice. I rub my neck lightly. "She's uhh. She's fine." I must've had a hickey or something, because I immediately notice her green eyes roam to my neck. She soon giggles. "Looks like you two are getting closer, Anon." Raptor Jesus, a part of me hopes she knows she's fixing to get the wrath of god soon. "Y-yeah....We had a little entanglement last night." I mutter, trying to wash the heat rising in my face. "Good! I'll let her parents know right away!" She comments as she reaches into her bag, removing her phone. I bring a fist down onto her desk, nearly causing the Parasaur to drop it. "Dont. Do that." I comment. Some other students began watching, and I quickly raise the first, unbaling it. Naomi soon raises a brow. "Why not? What's going on with her, Anon?" She asks, in a snooty demanding voice. ".....She's going through some changes. Naomi just.....just leave her alone. She'll be fine." Her arms cross over her chest, as a brow raises. Clearly she doesn't like being told what to do, or like my interjection. She began texting someone. I really hope it's Samantha, and not Ripley. I don't want my head being rearranged. Soon, the bell rings, and like a bat out of hell, I head on out into the halls. Glad I share only one class with that Peach pain in the ass, the rest of the day should be easier. Even if I have to deal with Trish. Fuck, I almost forgot about her. Within the halls, Naser soon flags me down. "Anon! There you are!" He's got a text book under one arm. He flags me down around the corner of one of the corridors, so we can have a little private chat. "Any sign of Fang?" He asks. I soon point towards my neck, and his eyes widen, before narrowing. Immediately, I raise my hands, glancing away as if I anticipate a fist or claw flying towards me. "Easy easy EASY. I didn't do anything, Naser." As nothing makes contact with my face, I'm soon met with a small cross attached to a silver chain. It's not repelling me, so at least I know I didn't turn. "...Naser I don't think you turn from a bite." I comment, crossing my arms. Naser's expression softens, he scratches the back of his head. "....Sorry about that. Did she....?" "She's at my place. At least I hope she'll be there when I get home. She's got her phone, Naser." Naser soon sighs a bit in relief. "Mom and dad are getting worried, Anon. I can't keep this up." I swallow lightly. "...What about Naomi?" I soon ask. Naser's expression worsens. ".....Yeah I uhhh.......Mom kinda told Naomi about the situation." I immediately facepalm. "Naser, you know Fang hates Naomi, right? Fang. Your undead sister. Undead sister who could easily tear her apart?" Naser grabs the bridge of his nose annoyingly. "Tell me something I don't know, Dumbass. I get enough of that from Trish. Look, I'll keep Naomi occupied. If you get a visit from.....Dad, don't flip. I think he's mellowed out a bit since the fight." Great, now I need to deal with Ripley. Could this day get any worse? The tardy bell rings. It sure can! ------------------ Monday: 10:00 AM Math class. Expecting to see Reed, all I was met with was the Trigglet staring me down like I did something wrong. Great. All throughout class, she's giving me the evil eye. It didn't bug me at first, but it really amplified as class went on. Once the final fifteen minutes close in, Carldewskii gives us our homework, and to my horror, the last fifteen minutes to do the assignment. Trish wastes no fucking time sauntering over to my desk. "Where's Fang, Skinnie?" She asks, more like demands. I narrow my eyes. "She obviously stayed home, Trish." Her amethyst eyes narrow. "Yeah? Explain this." She removes her phone and shows me the conversation with Fang. Fuck. I've been spotted, huh? I soon sigh. "....Trish, I can't really....explain." The Triceratops huffs. "Yeah. Yeah you can. What's going on with you two? What...." She trails off. I follow her eyes, and she's staring at the hickey on my neck. "I was right about you! You're using them aren't you?!" "Trish, it's not like that. I can expl-" She immediately cuts me off. "I know your kind, Skinnie. Tossing her aside like they're a candy wrapper. You think you can fool me, huh?" Man I wish Reed was here to back me up. That's it. Reed. "Talk to Reed, then. He can back me up." I comment. She was about to speak, before she turns her attention back towards her phone, and began tapping on it. I know she's texting Reed now, judging by the notifications. A look of horror soon plasters itself on Trish's face. "....Get out." She comments, before she shows me the screen. Reed sent her a picture of the bite wound on his arm. "I can do you one better, Trish." I scroll through my phone, and show the Trigglet the photo of Fang's bite mark on her neck. "They never told me about this!" She pouts, as she began texting who I assume was Fang. "Because they don't want you involved, Trish. Something....someone attacked Fang Friday night, and me and Naser are trying to find out who." I answer. "Don't get involved. Really. Don't." All that did was get Trish to glare at me, gritting her teeth. "Listen here you spear chucking baboon. I've known Fang longer than you've been in Highschool. I'm involved in this as much as you are. Even more. I'll get to the bottom of this before you or that idiot brother of theirs. Trust me." She soon flips me off before heading back to her desk in the front row. Love to see her try. Might as well announce to the whole school at this point. Hell, let's get the media involved. The fucking president. The Bell soon rang, and sweet raptor Jesus, freedom. Not even gonna bother with the lunchroom. Library's where I'm heading. I need some time to think things over, do some research....Hell, anything at this point. I really should've stayed home with Fang..... [NOTES] Second chapter! I originally intended on getting this out during Halloween, but some stuff happened. Fang's reflection rotting in the mirror was something I read in an eighties vampire novel called Hunter's Moon (I'll verify the title a little later, it's nearly 1 AM right now.) Being that this was Halloween and all? What better way to cement affection than a little vampire bite. After all, fledglings gotta feed too. I got a few ideas for Chapter three, and one of them may involve Naomi or Trish getting into some trouble. That's as far as I'll spoil. :P