Of Sun and Moon
Hey! So, yeah, this is my first story about a vampire and wolf! Haha, hope you enjoy! Fang's a hot sexy vampire in this XD If that won't get you to read it, then there's something WRONG with you! Inform your parents about this immediately. Seriously.
Rating: Strong T for language, violent scenes, and eventually Fax that'll have you falling off of your seat! Just SEE if you can handle it! I triple dog dare ya!
"Why didn't you tell me," Fang raged, "that you were an animal?" He gripped me by the throat, pounding me against the wall with one hand, my feet dangling in the air. The calm eyes I once knew were now red and feral. The smile I once knew was now a snarl baring his sharp fangs. The man I once knew was now my worst enemy.
I stared him straight in the eyes without a word. He could probably sense my fear, but I did my best to conceal it. My eyes stung with tears that fought to stay disclosed as his nails dug into the flesh of my neck. I whimpered like a pathetic little puppy as he slammed me against the wall again, but that was all he was gonna get. He wasn't going to see me cry. I was going to keep the last of my dignity.
His eyes traveled down my body and –contrary to what I wanted to do – my cheeks heated up with insecurity. I was naked. This wasn't exactly how I imagined him seeing me…if I had ever thought he was going to see me in all my glory. But you have to understand that even for a teenage-werewolf girl the situation was excruciatingly embarrassing. Especially if you had a fucking crush on the guy.
"I saved your ass," I hissed, cocking my head to the side and feigning superiority, "is this your way of thanking me?"
He looked at the blood-gushing wound on my shoulder that was still holding a nice wooden stake in place. "Newsflash, your way of saving people sucks!" His word choice was…ironic.
"You're still alive aren't you?" I retorted in annoyance. Ungrateful bastard. I took a damn stake for him! I saved him from turning into ash and he gets to see me naked and he's still pushing me up against a wall. And not in the good way for those pervs out there wondering.
His face is only like an inch from mine, his body pressed against my scorching one – apparently disregarding my current undressed state. "Don't forget that I saved you too," his voice dangerously husky. "I could've left you there and let them feed on you." Damn. I forgot about that part.
"Then why did you?" I narrowed my eyes, challenging his I'm-a-badass-vampire demeanor. And when I thought I was going to hear him say something like 'because I care about you' how they did so easily in the books and movies, he shocked me.
His eyes softened a little, and I was hoping that I had broken through to him. "I don't know." So close. "But I've never regretted anything more in my life." And then he released the iron grip he had on my neck, letting me fall 3 feet until I reached the ground.
And then I broke. I let out an ear-shattering cry of pain as my injured shoulder – you know, the one with the wooden stake still planted in it – whammed into the ground. Trust me when I say this. I NEVER cry in pain like that. But it hurt like a bitch. Waves of pain – that could have a human begging for death – ricocheted through my shoulder. However, that's not what I meant when I said I broke. Although that could work too. I already felt like all my bones in my shoulder shattered into a gazillion pieces.
I said his name. The name of the man I once knew.
The man that was now a stranger to me.
She said my name.
"Fang," she breathed, tears streaming down her beautiful face, her body quivering now from the cries that wracked her body. I officially felt like the biggest ass on the planet. She was crying. Asking me to help her or even just listen. "I didn't want you to hate me." It was said so helplessly. So unlike Max.
I clenched my teeth, and forced myself to move, turning my back to her, but it was almost like I was compelled to stay. Maybe it was because I knew she was vulnerable and I didn't have the heart in me to leave her. But that's just it. I didn't have a heart. Or maybe it was because I knew for a god damn fact that she had absolutely no reason to take the bullet – or in this case a stake – for me. She did nevertheless.
Her pulse was no longer a steady beat in my ears but more like a slowing tap. I needed to leave. But it wasn't what I wanted.
Giving in to my desire, I walked back over to her. Her eyes were closed and I assumed that she had passed out. She did lose a lot of blood after all. I know what you're thinking. Blood? Why haven't you jumped on her yet in an effort to drain her of all her delicious red juices? I don't drink human blood. Only the blood of swine and if I'm desperate, I'll also drink deer blood. But never would I drink the blood of a werewolf. I'd rather burn alive than drink something so putrid.
But fuck I had to admit, werewolves were damn slender. Lifting her up in my arms, I looked away from her exposed body. Even though she was an animal, she deserved at least that much dignity.
In my eyes, she wasn't Max anymore.
"Dylan, calm down. We're going to find her."
The man glared daggers at the petite woman who immediately shrank under his gaze. "She's been gone since this morning, Fred. Valencia's going to have our heads ripped off our heads granted that she doesn't do it herself!" His voice went from a yell to a roar, eyes turquoise-blue to a fierce gold, lips into a snarl. The girl looked terrified. She knew better than to get one of the alpha males angry.
"Dylan," a stern warning voice from behind him growled.
The blue-eyed man turned around to see Ari, Max's brother and son of Valencia, standing in front of him. Ari's lips were set into a straight line – disapproving Dylan's way of handling the situation. Then, his cold hazel eyes met the warm brown ones of the girl – Fred – and instantly softened. The girl practically ran behind him, finding comfort and safety. Ari placed a protective arm around her small waist and briefly narrowed his eyes at the man who had previously caused her discomfort.
"Any news of Max yet?" Ari asked Fred, kissing her hair and making sure to keep his voice gentle.
Fred shook her head. "Sorry Ari," she whispered, "I'm sure she'll be back by tonight though." Ari rubbed her back and gave a small smile at her optimism.
Dylan, on the other hand, found her optimism to be annoying. He thought lowly of her even though she was older and in a higher position than him. He was in a high position himself – one of the alphas. However, the head alpha male showed affections for Fred. "I'm sure she'll be back by tonight," he mocked in a child-like voice. "Don't be stupid, Fred."
"What'd you call her?" Ari snarled, letting go of his hold on Fred, and closing in on the other male.
"Max! Max was taken by a Bloodsucker!" yelled a little boy, stopping in front of Ari to catch his breath. "I saw him take her." The people in their village gathered around to listen to the boy. "I was hunting for hares when I saw Max get shot by a wooden stake, but before I could help her he already had her in his arms."
"He?" Fred questioned.
There was only one male vampire that resided near their area. "Fang," Ari muttered to himself.
Fang scrutinized Max through narrowed eyes from across the room. She was in his bed, completely knocked out. But he knew better than to let his guard down. She was almost as strong as him - if not as strong. But yet he still couldn't help but notice how her long, wavy brown hair fanned around her angelic face like a halo. How she had looked so helpless moments ago when he was about to abandon her and let her bleed to death. How now she looked so exhausted – fragile even – that he found himself feeling a hint of sympathy for her.
And how she still looked like Max.
The Max he knew.
However, he was fully aware of the statement: Appearances can be deceiving. He had experienced it first-hand numerous times in his life.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice hoarse. He examined her eyes with tremendous care. If she was lying, he'd be able to tell. The man flew to his feet. With eyes still narrowed, he began to approach the girl lying in the bed. With no possible way of escaping. "Please, let me explain."
He snorted. "There's nothing to explain. You're a werewolf. I'm a vampire. Here's where I kill you."
Max wasn't used to the cold and harshness in his voice. "You already had two chances to do that."
"Third time's the charm." He chimed cracking his knuckles and baring his fangs once again.
For the first time since he met her, she was genuinely scared – maybe even terrified – of him. And she showed it. Her face was pale, a contrast to her usually tan complexion. Her lips were chapped and dry compared to the soft pink lips he used to stare at. And her eyes, the hazel-eyes that were always so trusting were now frightened by the monster in front of her. "The Metamorphosis only occurred last week."
"What? The Metamorphosis occurs during adolescence." He raised an eyebrow in confusion, backing away a little. "And you're definitely not a late bloomer," he added, flashes of her stark-naked body running through his head much to his dismay. That was the last thing he was supposed to be thinking about. "You've got a minute. If I buy it, I might let you live."
"My father was human," she explained, "guess the wolfy genes kicked in a bit late. I didn't even know that my whole village was packed with werewolves until my first transformation. Fang, I know that you don't really believe that the Max you knew is gone. I'm still me, Fang. I'm still Max."
"Why'd you take the stake for me? If you didn't, I wouldn't have found out you were a werewolf and you wouldn't have a hole in your shoulder." The crimson red in his eyes disappeared, and they reverted back to their original color.
"You'd also be dead," she added, a serious expression on her face.
Fang smirked cruelly. "Wouldn't that have just made you jolly? It would've ended your problems and prevented the problems about to come."
"If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead." Her tone was deadpan. "Don't make me regret it, Fang."
"UNGH!" Max yelped in pain loudly, enough to make Fang cringe. His only mission right now was to keep himself from doing anything stupid, like giving into Max for instance. Even though there was a possibility of her dying at any moment, the girl still managed to be extremely attractive. And he was attracted to her. That's why she was so dangerous. Her cries got louder in his ears, but in reality, they only got fainter. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, his eyes begun to sting, and he couldn't breathe. It was warm… stuffy… and he felt suffocated.
He had to get out of there.
Getting up and reaching for the doorknob in the tiny log-cabin, he cursed his super-enhanced-vampire hearing when he heard her whisper something so heartbreaking.
"Don't let me die alone." She cried, allowing tears to flow freely down her face. "Please, Fang."
And he now believed that this was the Max he knew…
DunDunDun! So yeah, I wrote this in like an hour. I'll edit it later. Personally, I hate most of the writing I do. But I kinda liked this one. Did you guys?
REVIEW FOR MAX'S LIFE! Muwhahaha! Yes, I'm a mean girl… I know lol. I'm also little. So I can call myself a mean little girl.
Okay, if there are any Angel: The T.V. series fans out there, you might totally love this story because I have added FRED! Legit, the best t.v. character EVER. She is a girl, and she's very cute and innocent even though she's older than all of us reading this fanfic lol, she's around her early 20s in the show but in my story I'm making her 18. I'll get to her background story later and why Ari is so protective of her XD Eeeek! Anyone else think they're adorable together ?
So, if I'm such a horrible writer and you didn't catch on…
Fang is a vampire. Max is a werewolf. They are supposed to be archenemies; however, things are different because they actually had a past together before Max went through her first transformation. So, of course there will be room for Fax! It will just be excruciatingly angsty XD