Summary: Naser's going through a lot. Not only does he have to deal with his father, but Naomi's stubbornness will surely be the death of her. Literally. Luckily, the track star made a move of his own, with the help of the gardening club president. There's nearly three hours left on this rather bloody Monday. Monday: 6:00 PM "I don't fucking get it, Naser. How can vampires exist? These are tales meant to scare human children!" A fist bashes against the wooden desk. We find Ripley speaking to his son, Naser within a study, located in the Aron household. Naser remains quiet, as if he was trying to figure out something to say. Up until Sunday, he himself wasn't too convince they exist, either. His father sneers, as he leans an elbow on the desk, his eyes roaming over paperwork from the station downtown. He must be falling behind, after all, his Daughter hasn't been home since Friday night. "Look, pops, I don't like it any more than you do. She's still out there. I'm sure she's fine. We....just need to find a way to get her to play ball." Naser comments, shoving his hands into the pockets of his gaudy looking jacket. Ripley simply glances up at his son, and rolls his eyes. ".....Why did things....get like this? Why does she....do this?" Movement follows in Naser's throat as he swallows. The Grey Pterodactyl knew exactly why. Lack of support, no communication. It didn't take a rocket science to piece it together. Good old stubbornness was enough to blind the older Pterodactyl. "Ever since you fell off that cliff, Naser, something changed inside of her." "Don't remind me, Dad...." Naser simply replies. "....Excuse me?" Ripley soon speaks up. "Not a day goes by without me thinking about that fateful day, Dad." Naser comments, as he approaches the desk, and plants both his hands down on it, staring down his father as he stood taller than him. "You two were there, every single day during my stay in the hospital. But you know who wasn't? Fang." Ripley raises an eyebrow. "You mean Lu-" Naser immediately cuts him off. "Fang." Ripley began to glare up at his son. "It's eating her alive, Dad. How can you not see that? It wasn't even her fault. Don't act like I haven't heard the things you've said to her. You blame her for it, and you know it. It wasn't even her fault! I'm the one that jumped! It was a stupid mistake...It cost me one of my wings." Ripley soon stood up from his chair, staring Naser down, as he grits his teeth. The elder Pterodactyl had half a mind to reach across that desk and knock him on his ass, but something....stopped him. Was it the stitches on his cheek? Maybe Naser was onto something. Naser stood his ground. "I try to make things better for her. And she STILL hates me for it. No matter how many times I tell her I forgive her. It's the same thing every day. What've you done for her? Berate and yell at her? Have you heard your daughter play guitar? She's got talent, Dad. You just don't see it that way. You think it's just a phase, something she'll grow out of. Newsflash: She's not." "That's enough...." Ripley mutters, under his breath. "You weren't there when she played at Moe's, were you? You know what I've heard? People applauding her, Trish, and Reed. She smiled. I don't think I've ever seen her smile since the accident." Naser continues, slapping a palm down on the desk. "I said that's enough..." Ripley mutters again, gritting his teeth. "Face it, Pops. You can't handle her making a decision on her own, so you look towards me being the spitting image YOU want. That's why she's going through those changes. The Pronoun shit, the black clothing, the makeup. Atleast I fucking support her! What've you done?" A fist soon smashes on the desk, putting a hole through it. "I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH." Ripley shouts, before he tugs his fist from the hole he made. Heavy breathing at first, followed by a long sigh, as his hands cradle his head. "....I...I'm sorry, Son. I..." "Things got too heated. Yeah yeah, I've heard that a million times. At least I'm doing something about it." With that said, Naser pivots on a heel, and heads out of the study. "Wait! I..." "Save it for another day." Naser comments, before he walks out the door, and slams it shut. A certain peach colored Parasaur was standing out in the hall, listening to the whole conversation. "Naser....Don't you think you're being too harsh?" A hint of concern coats the air. Naser began walking down the hall, and up the stairwell. ".....He had it coming, babe. For a while." "Don't you think you're overreacting? She slashed him across the face for Raptor Jesus' sake!" She interjects as she follows. Naser remains quiet, as he soon heads into Fang's bedroom. Normally, if he was caught dead in her room, one of the guitars that hung on the wall would be sent right at him. Tonight, however, it was different. It hits just a little harder. Naser had other things on his mind, and Naomi's constant....worrying was on his mind, too. Hell, if Anon came clean earlier today, he should too, right? "Naomi.....What gives, anyways?" The grey Pterodactyl asks, as he turns to the Peach Puss whom was standing in the doorway leading to his Sister's room. "I noticed something. Why're you constantly worried about what Anon and Fang are up to?" He asks, as he crosses his arms across his chest, a brow raising. "...I....I don't know what you're talking about! I..." Naser immediately cuts her off. "You know exactly what you were talking about. Even during that double date, you constantly made sure Anon was with Fang, and not hanging out with us. What exactly are you doing behind the scenes, Babe?" He asks, as he takes a few steps closer towards his significant other. Naomi huffs lightly, a frown forming on her snout. "Naser.....You...you worry too much about Fang! Look at you! You fell asleep during lunch a dozen times, you're up all hours of the night. We can't even get through movie night without you checking your phone a bunch of times!" Naser soon points. "She's MY sister, Naomi. You don't even have any siblings! If you think you know what's best for Fang, why don't you try helping her yourself?! Because clearly you have it all figured out." He comments as he raises his voice. The Pterodactyl's blood pressure is clearly rising, as a hand gently caresses his forehead. Naomi took that a little personally, from the biting of her lower lip. "Fine! I'll find her myself!" She sneers, before she reaches forward and grabs the doorknob, and slams the door to Fang's room shut, leaving her significant other inside. Naser's hands soon ball into fists, before he lets his arms fall to his sides. He's clearly done with it all. He moves to the base of Fang's bed, and props himself up against it, sinking down to the floor. Arms were now resting on his knees, as he stares down at the floor, contemplating on what to do next.....That was the first time he ever fought with Naomi. A good fifteen minutes go by, as he sits there, contemplating. Everything from the injury, to the concert, to the fight on Friday night. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his phone. One person knew what to do, and that was a certain Ankylosaur. Rosa. He soon taps the screen and brings the device up to his left ear. "Hola Naser!" a gitty, excited voice sounds out on the other line. "¿Qué pasa, rosa?" Naser replies. "Look, I need you to do a little....favor for me." "¿Qué tienes en mente? Fang giving you trouble?" Rosa asks, concern littered throughout her voice. ".....We'll go with that. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have some holy water, would you?" "¿Agua bendita? Have you been watching the Exorcism again? ¡Muchacho tonto!" Naser snirks lightly. "It's uhhh....for a little problem I'm having. I'll explain later. Promise." "Claro claro. I tell you this, Padre Desdino has keeps a few gallons of the Aqua in the church! Meet me there in an hour." "Gotcha. I'll see you then, Rosa." "Adiós Naser!" Naser then swipes right. He soon stands up, and glances at the clock. Seven on the dot. Reaching into one of the pockets of his jacket, he removes a set of keys belonging to his Hellrex, and heads on down the stairs. His mother and Father were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. Samantha soon chimes. "....Going somewhere, Nas?" Naser soon stops by the door, he already had a little idea brewing in his mind during the conversation with Rosa. "Anon sent me a text, he might have a lead to where Fang is." Samantha smiles, folding her hands in front of her. Ripley remains quiet, still a little sour with the argument the two had. Naser opens the door, and just as he's about to close it, a familiar voice sounds out. "Son?" It's Ripley's. "Yeah?" Naser answers. "If you find her, give us a call." The corners on Naser's mouth soon fold upwards. ".....I promise." ---------------------------------------------------------------- Monday: 7:50 PM. "Thanks again, Rosa." Naser comments, turning to face the Ankylosaur after inspecting the goods in the trunk of his beat up muscle car. Inside were those two super soakers Anon had bought Sunday, and three gallons of water inside three clear milk jugs. It wasn't regular water, blessed by the church. Well, that's what they say anyways. Still looked like something straight from the tap. "¡De nada! Naser." Two hands join together, as Rosa smiles. "Tell An-on to be careful! I can't have him getting injured. Muy mala para el club de jardinería." A giggle escapes her snout, recalling the time He and Fang were assigned campus beautification. Naser nods and closes the trunk. Rosa still had questions, and so she began firing away. "How's Naomi? Giving you space? Ojalá...." The Pterodactyl sighs lightly. "...She's....she's alright. Just a little stressed as of late." "Oh Naser, live a little! All that stress is going to put you in an early grave! tu moriras, Can't have that chico." Naser rubs the back of his head. "I kina have no choice, Rosa. Dad's comin' down hard on me with the questions, Mom can't sleep at night. Anon managed to contact Fang....I just wish she'd....contact me." The Ankylosaur pats Naser on the cheek. "Aye, La familia siempre es importante. Give her space, Chico. She'll come around. Naser soon feels a vibration in his pocket. He removes his phone and the familiar contact of "Babe" flashes on the screen. It's Naomi. "Fang's currently in school, Naser. I'm gonna try to talk to her." - Naomi. "Hold up a second, Rosa. I gotta make a call." Naser comments, as he pushes himself away from the car, and began to head into the church. Another long winded conversation was brewing up. The Pterodactyl was going to have one helluva time trying to convince miss perfect talking to fang wasn't a good idea. As soon as Naser began to dial his girlfriend's number, an incoming call soon appears. It's Anon. Naser raises a brow before swiping right. Before Naser could even get a word in, Anon began frantically speaking. "Naser! Drop everything you're doing, and get here. Stat!" Naser quickly moves the phone a little away from his ear before talking back into it. "Why? what's going on?" Naser asks, his gaze turns to Rosa, as she soon re-enters the church. "Whoever bit Fang must've bit Trish, and she's coming to my apartment, Naser." A sinking feeling soon encumbers Naser. "Fuck. Stay put Anon! I got those Super soakers filled with Holy water. Don't let anyone in!" Naser can hear some shuffling going on in the background on Anon's end. "Naser. Be careful. This is Trish we're talking about. She nearly gored you last time, remember?" A sneer escapes the Pterodactyl's snout. "Don't remind me. Just sit tight. I'll call you when I reach your apartment." Swiping left, he soon turns his attention towards Rosa. "....Some stuff came up, I gotta go. I really owe you one Rosa!" He comments as he began to quickly head out of the church and towards his car. Rosa soon followed, stopping on the top steps of the church. "¡Ten cuidado Naser!" She shouts. Naser quickly climbs into the driver seat, and jams the accelerator to the floor. A massive skid mark is left on the street, tires squealing. the NasCar might not be in the best of shape externally, but internally, it's still at a hundred and one percent. Strange how the cops were never out and caught Naser doing what he was doing. He ran all sorts of stop signs, red lights, and not once did he yield. Maybe in a previous life, he's a racecar driver.... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Monday: 8:15 PM Hyperventilating, the shakes, cold sweats. Is this the end? Anon sure thought so. The shades in his apartment were shut tight, lights turned off. All that illuminated the den was the light coming off the computer screen. Just as he peers out one of the windows, his phone began to buzz. It's Naser. A wave of relief washes over Anon as he answers. "I'm here. What's your apartment number?" Naser asks, the sound of a car door closing, and keys jingling are heard int he background. "Twenty four." Anon answers, before hanging up. The human moves towards the window again to glance out it, and to his horror he's met with.....two sets of Red eyes. One looked all too familiar. It was Reed. The other set belonged to Trish. An evil grin forms on Trish's face. "Let ussssss in Skinnie, Reed's a little hungry....." Anon immediately averts eye contact. He knew full well what gazing into those red eyes can do. "C'mon compadre. You owe me for all those math assignmentsssssss." Reed's voice probably sounds the most demented. He always sounded so chill, not a care in the world. Completely replaced by some demented, blood thirsty monster now. Anon soon moves away from the window, covering his ears to drown out the voices, and the tapping the two dinos were doing with their finger nails. A louder tap soon sounds out, followed by an intense banging sound coming from the door leading to his apartment. Lifting his head up, Anon removes the hands planted on his ears. "Anon! It's me, Naser!" Soon enough, he makes his way towards the door, and opens it. Naser's holding one super soaker in his left hand, the other rests against the wall on the left of the door frame. He soon tosses one to the Human. Anon wastes no time. He makes his way back to the window, and nearly rips the shade open. But....no one was there. Stepping inside, Naser raises an eyebrow. "Someone out there?" The Pterodactyl asks, as he soon makes his way towards the window. It was too dark to see any sort of silhouette out there. "....They showed up." Anon comments, lowering the super soaker, a palm gently caressing his forehead. Naser nods. But....something hits him. "....What do you mean by they...." Anon soon speaks up. "....Reed's here, too. I think trish-" A loud crackle is heard, as the power in the room is soon cut, everything going pitch black. Feint laughter is heard somewhere coming from down the hall, and it only grew louder, and louder..... ------------------------------------------------------ Meanwhile, on the other side of town.... The feint sound of a guitar rings out inside the auditorium within Volcano High. A pale looking Pterodactyl sat near the edge, legs crossed over each other. Fang's tail idly swings back and forth, to the sound of the rhytm that echoes out to a bunch of empty seats. It was empty, till a clash of color decided to soon enter, pushing the doors open. "....Fang?" The voice was a far cry from the depressing feeling washing over the large room. Orange and white scales within sight now. It's Naomi. Fang's teeth soon grit as she misses a note, and completely looses all train of thought about the song she was playing. Her gaze soon lifts, staring down Naomi. ".....What. What the FUCK do you want?" The Pterodactyl sneers, her grip tightening on the bridge of the guitar, threatening to splinter. Naomi kept moving forward, completely oblivious to the danger within the room, and it wasn't just Fang.... A set of Red eyes stares down from up above in the rafters, with curiousity. Curiousity that soon began to morph into scheming. Dark thoughts, ideas. "Fang, I just want to talk...." The Parasaur comments, as she stands before the stage now. "....I know you're going through a lot. I just want to-" Fang's quick to react, slamming a palm on the stage, nearly denting one of the floor boards as it echoes throughout the room. Naomi even jumps a little from the noise. "You don't know what I'm going through, you peach colored bitch." Red eyes narrow. But Naomi continues her onslaught, getting closer, and closer.... Hands grip the edge of the stage, before the Orange motormouth soon climbs to take a seat next to the near ghostly white looking Pterodactyl. "....He's worried for you, Fang." The look on Fang's face softens a little. "....Naser, he-" Anger soon returns, and she immediately cuts off Naomi. "He needs to stop worrying about me. All of them! Mom! Dad! I'm an adult now!" Fang's voice clashes with Naomi's easily amplified a few octaves. The guitar drops, as she stood up. Naomi was beginning to lose her patience as well, as she was quick to stand as well. "Fang! Listen to me! You can't keep pushing everyone away!" The Parasaur attempts to grab Fang's wrist. Big mistake. A clawed hand soon slashes across Naomi's face, her glasses sent forward and off the stage. Orange and white were soon joined by a new color. Crimson. the black pupils in Fang's red eyes soon dilate. The look of fear at first, before being replaced with something more carnal, something evil. She hasn't fed at all yet. Naomi's hand quickly brushes across her cheek, stained red now. A look of shock at first, then fear. Fang was soon locking her hand clean of all the leftover blood she managed to lap up when nails met scales, and slowly, she began making her way closer. The Parasaur begins to take steps back. "Fang.....let's talk about this....Don't....Don't get any closer!" Naomi shouts, before she backs into....something. Fang's eyes soon shift past Naomi's shoulders, towards Grimald, whom decends from the rafters, landing quietly behind Naomi. "Well now, what do we have here? Another one of your friends, Fang?" Fang sneers lightly. "....Naser's girlfriend." She answers, lowly. The bat like creature grins mischievously. "....Oh. I'm glad you decided to join us here tonight, dear. Especially knowing you're.....infatuated with Naser." A cold, clawed hand grips Naomi's shoulder as she turned around, tightening more and more. A look of horror washes over the peach Parasaur, as the bat like creature soon leans in. "Fang here tells me you you're class president. Quite a lot of ressssssponsibility, no?" Naomi's gaze shifts towards Fang. The Pterodactyl simply smirks, as her arms cross over her chest. A clawed hand moves to adjust Naomi's gaze back. "It's all in the palm of your hands, dear." That same hand gently roams over the fresh gash across her face. "Naser could be yours for eternity." Grimald slowly brings the clawed extremity to his face, licking the crimson off the fingers. "All you have to do is.....keep him occupied, away from ussss...." Naomi's green eyes seem to dilate soon, a familiar sight no doubt. She's loosing her grip on the situation, as if her mind was going blank. Fang simply rolls her eyes. "....Just bite her already. Sheesh, you draw things out way too fucking much." Grimald sneers. "Is that so? Your bandmates seem to think otherwise." He answers, snirking lightly, as his gaze turns to the Pterodactyl. Fang narrows her eyes for a moment. "........What." The bat Hybrid chuckles again. "You know, you should join them. Having a little fun with your human friend right about now." A look of shock forms on Fang's face, before disgust. "....You didn't." "You're right. I didn't. But Trish seems....excited about the whole plan." Fang's teeth begin gritting. "If he so much as gets a scratch Grimald....." She glances away "Or what? Fang? Am I going to have to step in and initiate him? Your hesitation is.....cute." He chuckles again, turning his attention away from Naomi. "Shut up...." Fang comments, almost a whisper at this point. "What's stopping you? Fear? Do you think he won't accept your invitation?" "Shut. Up." Fang comments again, a little louder. Grimald kept on attacking. "Afraid he'll just abandon you? Leave you for eternity?" "I SAID SHUT UP!" Fang's voice echoes out into the auditorium, even Naomi seemed to snap out of her gaze. Fang's red eyes are nearly glowing now, as they give the vampire a soul piercing gaze. Grimald keeps quiet for a moment. "...Well then. It's clear you're undecided. Join your friends....they'll make it.....eassssssier for you to welcome him. Naomi and I here have.....much to discussssssss." Grimald comments, as a clawed hand gently guides Naomi's gaze back to his. Fang sneers again, before hopping off the stage, leaving the guitar behind. As the Pterodactyl heads out of the Auditorium, and into the halls, a feint shriek echoes throughout the halls. The thought of having to deal with Naomi for eternity is......scary. For Naser's sake, she hoped the two would stay far away. ".....Hang in there, Dweeb." Fang mentally mutters to herself as she steps out of the school. Her wings soon contort, and flap downwards as she jumps, propelling her into the night sky. [NOTES] And with this, Bloody Monday's coming to an end. Looking back, this little fanfic's lacking a lot of Fang, and not the sharp teeth, either. Next chapter's going to have a little "healing".