~Fang's POV~

"Where're you going?" I frown at Frill as she starts to leave the house with Ayana.

"We've for to restock the cupboards, Alec and Sonyeh emptied it all. Do you need anything?"

"Ice cream?" I give her a pleading look. "Lots? It's gonna have to last." Stupid Mother Nature.

"I see," she nods, understanding my hinting. "Well, you two behave. Alec and Sonyeh are out at the wall making sure no lazy bums are strangling."

"We're not kids," I scoff. When're they gonna be back?"

"Sonyeh's helping Mr. Finch in ten minutes, so Alec should be here too."

"Looking forward to it," I mutter sarcastically, rolling my eyes at Vincent. He just stares at me blankly. Stupid Head.

"Bye," Ayana calls, waving as her grandma drags her out the door.

"So Vince," I look at the ebony haired man that's standing across the room from me. "Couple of rules for this week. One: Don't touch me. Two: Don't take my ice cream. Three: If I say I have to pee, I'm probably lying, but don't question it." Vincent furrows his eyebrows, obviously having no clue why I'm putting up boundaries.

"Why only this..."

"Just do it," I snap. He shrugs and looks around aimlessly. We sit around in silence while I crush my pillow against my stomach. Then the rainbow and butterfly of heaven enters the room.

"Hey Fang! Aw, what's wrong?" He smirks. "That time of month again?"

"Don't make me kill you," I glare at him. He chuckles and looks at Vincent.

"She give you a weird set of rules?" Vincent nods. "Know what they're for?" He shake shia head. "Well.."

"Don't you dare," I kick Alec hard in the leg. "You shouldn't even be this educated on this crap. You're not a woman."

"So?"

"I hate you," I huff, rolling over to try and escape my stupid cramps. Suddenly, Vincent seems to understand because his eyes widen just a tiny bit and his cheeks grow a shade of red that nearly matches his cape. Alec notices too.

"Get it now?" Vincent merely gives me a quick glance before nodding once and looking out the window.

"I hate you all," I grumble, rolling again. "Let me wallow in peace."

"Wallow?" Alec chuckles. "You're weird."

"I'm in misery."

"Poor you."

"Kill me now."

"But I like you too much."

"Vincent! Shoot me!" I whine loudly. He ignores me like the butthead he is.

"Hey, we should go do something," Alec says, boredly flicking my foot.

"We shouldn't."

"Yes we should. Vince will help me drag you out if he has too, right buddy?" Vincent gives him an amused look before smirking at me.

"Perhaps."

"Don't make me poke you with my stick."

"Don't make me poke you with my gun."

"I feel like we've said this before."

"It was one of the first conversations we had," his voice flattens, something sad flickering behind his eyes.

"Oh the memories, right?" I smirk. He sighs and looks away again. Whoops. Wrong thing to say. You really have to do something about that soon. He really thinks you hate him. I know. "Cheer up Vamps. I still think going somewhere is a crappy idea though."

"Nope. Cmon, I'm dragging you out," Alec replies stubbornly, grabbing my arm. I glare at him before pulling my arm away.

"Don't touch me.''

"There's only one way to resolve this," he narrows his eyes.

"Vince!" We both call. He gives an irritated scowl.

"Yes?"

"Don't make me go!" I plead quickly.

"Help me get her out!" Alec says right after. "I can't carry her. Plus, my offer is much more... Beneficial," he wiggles his eyebrows and I kick him again. Vincent raises an eyebrow at us before walling over slowly, sitting a few inches away from me on the couch.

"Perhaps we should stay," he says slowly. I stick my tongue out at Alec.

"Thank you so much Vincent!" I hug him tightly. "I love you!"

"..."

Whoops... Again. Suddenly, I'm not on my lovely couch anymore, but being carried out the door with a laughing Alec behind us. I guess Vinnie got tired of me being in control of him winning my heart. Jerk.

"Put me down!"

"I'd rather not."

"You said we were staying!" I yell.

"I lied." Just like when you said you loved me in they funky language?

"You're a jerk," I slap his leather covered chest as hard as I can, but he just chuckles and lets Alec slip by.

"We should go throw her in the water," he smirks.

"No! The sharks will come after me!" I shriek. Did I ever tell you I'm a kinda emotional girly girl person when it's that time? Yeah... "And then I'll die and never get to go snowboarding!" Vincent raises an eyebrow at Alec, who just shakes his head.

"She gets like this."

"I see."

"And you hear, sometimes you taste, you know, the usual where she punches you in the mouth." A little girl walks by nibbling on a carrot and I point a finger her accusingly.

"How could you?! All that carrot wanted to do was be with his little carrot friends!"

"You must be on drugs," Vincent mutters. I scoff.

"You must be on drugs to have been perfectly calm when I kicked you in the crotch after Lokir got shot."

"I can assure you it was painful."

"You didn't deny the drugs!" An old lady furrows her eyebrows at us as we walk/get carried past. "So what're you on? Crack?"

"The only drug in need," he mutters, lowering his face to my jaw so that his nose brushes against my cheek. "Is you."

"Aw, how cheesy," I grin, patting the top of his head and ignoring my unusual face warmth. Okay, well it's not unusual around Vince, I mean seriously, every stinking thing he does just...

Flips his bangs out of his face? BLUSH. Makes that adorable concentration face while shooting or cleaning his gun? You know, the one where his brows furrow and his tongue pokes out the tiniest bit? BLUSH. Sleeping? BLUSH. Ducks a little lower behind his collar? BLUSH. Gives me that quick glance as if to makes sure I'm still there? BLUSH. Bends over to get something so that I get a lovely view of his bee-hind? BLUSH. Honestly, sometimes I want to poke him when he does that just to see his reaction. With a stick, of course. Poking butts is unsanitary. Even if they're wearing weird leather pants.

"Oh wonderful beach, how I love you," Alec sighs, opening his arms. I roll my eyes as he yanks his shirt off, leaving his crutches behind as he dives into the water. And before you freak out, no he's not wearing a cast. We don't have that kind of crap here. "Cmon in guys! It feels great!"

"You're so funny," I scoff as Vincent sets me down on the sand.

"Vince?" Vincent shakes his head and Alec scoffs. "You guys are no fun. Sonyeh would jump in with me!"

"Sonyeh would do anything for you!" I shoot back.

"Yeah, because I'm hot!"

"No, because you bribe her!"

"I don't not!" He protests. Vincent watches us bicker with a ghost of a smile on his face. I guess he must really enjoy being here then, because he seems almost as happy as Vincent can get around people. Alec just has that way about him that makes you feel wanted right off the bat.

"Yes you do, don't deny it!"

"Keep dreaming, Fang."

"I will! I'll dream about unicorns and food and Vin... Vintage stuff," I correct myself quickly. Vincent and Alec both notice my slip up though, making Alec grin and Vincent chuckle. And you would think he'd just turn away...

"Vintage as in coffins and old capes?" Alec teases, shaking his wet hair like a dog. I block the water form hitting my face and Vincent merely cringes when the salt water gets in his eye.

"I get the feeling you're discribing something I should know," I narrow my eyes on him. I'm such an amazing actor.

"Hmm. I wonder who that could be? Let's see... Well, they have black hair, like to overheat in their leather clothing, red eyes, and are completely smitten with you." Vincent rolls his eyes and looks out at the water, one knee up with his arm resting over it and the other stretched out in front of him. Such a casual and relaxed position for an all alert person who insists they aren't human.

"Um... A rabbit?"

"You're an idiot," Alec scoffs, purposely hitting me in the head with his shirt when he shakes the sand off of it. "Since you guys are being bums, let's go back. I'm sure Fang has to pee."

"I ain't moving," I say stubbornly. "Now I'm comfy."

"Vince?" Alec gives him an exasperated look.

"No! I'm walking!" I jump to my feet. "I don't want to hear anymore cheesy words that make me feel weirdly tingly inside!"

"You're clueless," Alec shakes his head as Vincent stands and brushes the sand off his clothes. BLUSH.

"About what?"

"Exactly," he rolls his eyes and gives a look to Vincent. Vince ignores him, red for some weird reason.

"Did you get sunburnt?" I cock my head to the side. Then I shake my head. "No, you said you tan. Unless you lied about that too, liar."

"I said I used to," he corrects quietly.

"So you're sunburnt then?" He shakes his head and starts back toward the apartment. Alec and I shrug at each other and hurry to catch up. The walk back is silent, but it's a relaxed silence.

When we reach the top of the stairs, Vincent's hand automatically flies to his gun. He looks back at me quickly.

"Stay here."

"What.."

"Stay."

"I ain't a dog," I grumble, watching him push inside. The door's shut... That's weird, we almost always leave it open.

"If he thinks something's wrong, you'd better let him in first, because he just always seems to know. At least, that's what I've come to understand since knowing him," Alec thinks aloud.

"Still, he ain't the boss of me," I huff, stomping inside. Alec groans and leans back against the rail. I bet he's thinking about how much of an idiot I am. Vincent is frowning (which is more or less glaring when it comes to him) at the wall just across from the couch I've been lazing all over for almost four days.

"I told you to stay."

"You're not in charge of me," I roll my eyes, walling over to his side. "What's up?"

"Read it," he nods toward the wall. I turn and my eyes widen. Painted in blood, is a message to me across the aged white wallpaper.

FANG, I'M COMING FOR YOU. I WILL NOT REST UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD, YOUR CORPSE SEEPING WITH RED AS DEEP AS THIS BLOOD. YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE THIS WEK.

"They spelled week wrong," I state. Vincent looks at me in bewilderment.

"Is that all you care about?"

"What? Spelling errors? They just annoy..."

"Fang, your life is being threatened and you only care about a misspelled word," he snaps at me. I roll my eyes. Someone's moody all of a sudden.

"Yeah, and? I can take care of myself." He sighs and holds my shoulders tightly in his gloved hands.

"I can't let you get hurt that badly again. I can't lose you."

"Why?" I frown. He shakes his head.

"You know why."

"You're secretly a control freak?" I guess it of confusion. He gives an exasperated sigh.

"Because I love you."

"Oh riiiiiight," I pretend to have forgotten. He sighs, seemingly disappointed, and nearly releases me. Fang, you're missing your chance... Don't you want him to know? Yeah well.. Eh, I don't like saying stuff like that though. But there is one thing I like... I quickly yank him down so his lips crash into mine, the first kiss exchanged in a whole year, plus one month. When I pull away, he just stares at me like that was never expected.

"So am I still predictable?" I ask quietly. A smile twitches at the corners of his mouth and he shakes his head before kissing me again. What was that word again? Oh yeah. Toxic.

"Am I interrupting something?" Comes a skeptical voice from the doorway. Curse this house for only having one room.

"Nope," I reply cooly after pulling away. "Except you might want to check this out."

Alec calmly walks over and reads the message, pretending he didn't just walk in on us being all romantical.

"So blood turns you both on?" He smirks at me. I roll my eyes and shove him, Vincent merely glaring at the wall again. "But seriously. Fang's life is being threatened and the only way to resolve it is spit swapping. Alright Fang, come here!"

"In your dreams, kid," I push him again.

"Who would've done this?"

"No clue. I thought everyone adored me," I says sarcastically with a shrug.

"Whoever it is," Vincent speaks up. "They're not getting to you."

"Because they'll have to get through you and blah blah blah," I wave him off before heading to the kitchen for a cup of water. Vince blinks at me before looking at Alec.

"When did I become so readable?"