Oh, come ON! I Can't Catch A Break, Can I?

Okay, I'm going along with this as it come to me, so the is pretty much just a filler chapter until i can get myself back on track...yeah. Same as usual, my apologies for spelling mistakes or nonsensical things. And also, for the last part, where she does that thing to Fang, I was listening to the guitar solo in Scream by Avenged Sevenfold, and Welcome Home by Coheed and Cambria.



My suspicions were only deepened when Fang lunged for me...

His hands went to my shoulders, and immediately, his face was inches from mine.
Whoa, not what I was expecting...
"Fang, what the hell?" I exploded. He looked at me quizzically.
"I was just going to tell you to get out so I can look for something," he said quietly. I looked down, a feather light blush coating my cheeks. Then I realized something.
"Fang, this is my room. What ever it is, I can find it for you. And what do you mean, you were going to tell me to leave so you could look?" I demanded of him. He looked panicked for a second-what is up with him?-and then hastened to say,
"Well, it's something private that I just wanted to find..." Which didn't clear up matters at all, because now I wanted to know why some private thing of his was in my room, and what it was. And how it even got in here. But I figured he wouldn't answer any of that, so I asked a different question.
"Fine, then, whatever. What was all that thumping, and cursing from before?" Now he looked a little smug, like he'd just gotten a question right.
"I was looking under the bed, and thumped my head getting up." He said. I just narrowed my eyes at him. One, this bed, which he is standing right in front of-and even if he wasn't, should remember- is directly on the floor. There is no under for him to get hit on in the first place.
And two, Fang doing something like that, making so much noise about it, and then admitting to it so easily? Yeah, never gonna happen. It's just not something he does. He's Fang, silent and strong, and just altogether Fang-like. it comes with the territory. And this was not Fang-like. Not even remotely, meaning that Fang was...not Fang. Either he was taken, or...
Oh, crap! Why does this keep happening?! I thought frantically as a feeling of dread creep up on me, seeping into the crevices of my heart, and rooting themselves deep inside, clawing their way in, destroying little pieces of me on the way.
This wasn't Fang...
Where was Fang...
Was he even alive...
What do I do...
"Fang, turn around for a minute, there's something on your back, I think," I lied weakly. But of course, not being Fang, he wouldn't be able to tell. I grimaced about what I had to do. He obediently turned his back to me. I put my hands to his back, and up to his neck, before I made my hand flat, turned it on it's side, and hit him square in the side of the neck, then crushed my knuckle painfully to his temple.
I watched his form slump against me, going limp from either death or exhaustion. I roughly pushed him off me, and let him fall face first to the floor. I was numb. Whether he was alive or dead didn't matter to me, I couldn't care less. Fang was gone, either dead or taken to a place where death is something you wish for every day. I can't let him stay there, if he is there, at the School. Something told me he was still alive, but I didn't know how much longer that was going to last for, and I didn't want to find out. My brain made a connection before I could realize. Fang had been taken, and replaced with this
...thing! The thumping and cursing, that was what all that was! It gave me a small bit of hope, that I could still get him back. So Fang was taken? I was going to get him back. Someone took my Fang, and I want him back. Now. But as soon as I made a move to leave the room, unconsciousness dropped on me swiftly and deftly, leaving me on the floor, slumped next to the it I had knocked out-or killed- in a peaceful darkness. I could only wonder why this had to happen to me, though, I know for sure, that I couldn't bring myself to wish it on anyone else...