Are you fangalicious? -Jess, a random blogger I could never be as fangalicious as you'd want me to be.-Fang

I'll just ask now: What is it about my persona that draws every insane, power-hungry nutcase to me like a magnet?

Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?” “Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me.

Why, the little Voice inside my head, of course. You mean you don't have one? I did.

Don't ever leave me again." -Max I won't. I won't not ever." -Fang

Yes. I owed my life, Angel's life, and my mother's life to a mutant's ability to create industrial-strength snot.

We all love each other, Ange," I said impatiently, hating this whole conversation. "No, not like this," she went on relentlessly. "Fang loves you."......My mouth dropped open. How does she know this stuff? "Forget it! No one's getting married!" I hissed. "Not in New Hampshire or anywhere else! Not in a box, not with a fox! Now go to sleep, before I kill you! Oh yeah, like I got any sleep after that. - pg 35