Hey guys! This story has character's personalities…changed…just a bit. Such as Max being timid and scared, or Dylan being her twin brother. NO ROMANCE FEELINGS TO EACH OTHER. At all.

Now, do I own…. No, not really. I'm not some old dude. I'm not even a dude. I'm gangsta. Joking, joking. I'm female. And evil.

Kira-Kira The Evil Elf

Fang's POV

Dylan and his twin sister Max stood in the Martinez's living room. Max seemed relaxed but if you looked into her eyes, you would see the fear and timidness in them. She grasped onto a silver whistle that was on a chain around her neck tightly. Dylan didn't even bother to hide his anger and protectiveness.

Dylan and Max ride had been adopted by my friend Iggy's mom. They had been taken from their father's home three months ago, and Max had been placed in a hospital for the rest of the time. Nothing was said of why they were taken or the reason of which Max was in the hospital. They were both fifteen, just like I was. Iggy was a year older, but was in all of my classes because he failed.

Valerie walked over to Max, and I could tell she was about to give her a hug. Max tensed into Dylan's side, and he pulled her to his other side, leaving himself in between Valerie.

Valerie looked hurt but she wiped it off her face and said, "Alright. How about we all sit down and do the introductions."

Dylan and Max sat down on the love seat behind them. Dylan had his arm over Max's shoulder, keeping her close to him. Iggy, Nudge and I sat down on the couch and Valerie sat in an arm chair.

Dylan and Max looked a lot like each other. They had almost the same colored hair, but Max's waist long hair was dirty blond and Dylan's shaggy long hair was a shade darker. Max had chocolate brown eyes and Dylan had Caribbean blue. Dylan was a couple inches taller than Max, and more muscular. Max was skinny, but she had muscle. They both wore black jeans and a white dress shirt, but Max's was a long sleeve. The standard uniform from the adoption agency. Apparently Dylan was born two hours earlier, and he looked older. Tougher. Max looked timid, and afraid.

"Alright, do you two have any hobbies?" She asked lightly. Dylan looked down at Max who shook her head slightly.

"No," Dylan replied. I heard the hostility in his voice.

"Favorite colors?" She asked, and again Dylan looked down with the same results.

"No,"

"When's your birthday?" Iggy asked.

"Next month," Dylan replied.

"OH MY GOD! We could throw you guys a big party and everything! What type of cake do you like? I like vanilla but Fang likes chocolate!" She began to ramble. Iggy and I quickly slapped our hands over her mouth.

"That's not necessary," Max replied tightly. You could hear the fear in her voice. She flinched into Dylan's side.

"Now, there wasn't much information about you two. Why were you taken from your father?" She asked.

She didn't get a response. Max looked up at Dylan and shook her head.

"Well, maybe we should get you settled into your rooms. Fang, would you take Max up? I would like to speak to Dylan." She asked.

"I can stay," Max said, not wanting to leave her brother's side.

"No it's alright dear. You can get settled in now."

I stood up and she slowly stood up. I saw Dylan glare at me.

If looks could kill…

Max looked at me. I saw one thing.

Pure fear.

Max's POV:

I kept my distance away from the boy and held onto my whistle, tightly to. Dylan had given it to me incase….

"I'm Fang," he said as he led me down a hallway.

I said nothing.

He opened the door to one of the rooms and I was shocked.

It was a room for one.

It had navy blue walls with lime green swirls painted on it. The bed was large, larger than the single bed at my 'father's' place. The bedspread was pure white with lime green swirls. It looked… so soft.

I hid any appreciation under an emotionless mask.

"Well," he asked, looking at me.

"It's…. Nice," I replied emotionlessly.

Fang glared at me angrily. "What the hell is the matter with you? Why can't you see that your hurting Valerie? Or Iggy?" He yelled at me suddenly.

'What the fucking hell is wrong with you, you bitch? I'll teach 'ya, I'll teach 'ya' a voice of the past rang inside my head.

I backed out of the room frightened into the other boy who I presumed was Iggy, he grabbed me by my shoulders and I broke free. I felt fear drill into my system. I have to find Dylan.

Before I could do anything, Dylan came running up the stairs. That was my relief. I ran over to him and he caught me and pulled me closer to him.

"What. Did. You. Do," he growled, his grip on me tightening.

"I'm sorry," he replied. I was trembling.

"Fang's sorry, he didn't mean anything," Iggy explained. Dylan didn't loosen his grip on me, and my fear didn't lighten.

Not one bit.

The foster lady who had come up during the commotion said, "Fang, could I see you, please?"

Fang walked over, shooting me an apologetic glance. I just flinched away from him.

Then the foster lady said, "Dylan, perhaps you should go into Max's room and help her unpack." He nodded, and guided me into the room where he shut the door.

As soon as I heard the reassuring shut, I flung myself at Dylan. He caught me and hugged me tightly. I began crying.

He just held me, not saying a word.

Ever since the accident and the… incident, I had become fearful. Afraid.

Dylan was the only one who could comfort me.

The only one.

THE END