Over Again (Sequel to WYIC)

9) The Lost Friend

~Fang's POV~

After I destroy Vincent's perfectly messy hair and the struggles to get it back, I doze off with my blanket wrapped tightly around my shivering body. Frill tries to force another bowl of that soup down my throat, but I refuse both she and Vincent before they finally let me just sleep. Not too long after that I lose the soup I ate earlier and hide under my pillows and blankets.

"Fang?" I hear Frill's old voice from under fortress of warmth that makes me cold, but I ignore her. Go away. "Poor dear," she sighs, patting my back and walking away. She comes back moments later and pulls away the blanket. "Let me take your temperature."

I groan and let her shove the thing under my tongue, grimacing when she pushes too hard like all older people do. With a cluck of her tongue, she shakes her head.

"One hundred and four. You've got quite the bug, Fang."

"Whatever," I sigh, cracking my eyes open. "Where's Vince?" She smiles.

"Funny. You didn't ask about anyone else." At my flat expression she sighs. "I told him to get some rest, he was trying to help me with things all night."

"Sounds like him," I shake my head. "So he's asleep."

"No," she smirks. "He's awake, I'm pretty sure." I roll my eyes and hide under my fortress again. "Do you need anything?"

"No, and don't try to force that gross soup on me again."

"Oh Fang." I imagine her shaking her head and walking away. I groan and fall asleep again.

When I wake up I feel way better, better enough to stand up and stretch. Everyone except for Vincent is sitting on the floor and eating dinner, which makes me realize how hungry I actually am.

"Well look who's feeling better," Alec grins at me. I roll my eyes at him and sit beside him, which just so happens to be practically on top of Vinnie's pointy shoes. I look down at them with a skeptical frown.

"Are those things used for kicking people or something?"

"... I've never tried."

"Hmm. You sure? You've never kicked something to death?"

"... No."

"Have you?" Alec tilts his head. I shrug.

"Yeah. I was in some street gang when I was a teenager. We jumped people all the time."

"Well then," he blinks.

"I didn't say I was spread of it," I shrug again. "Killed some kid named Eva. My friends got put in prison, but they never turned me in."

"So are you saying we should arrest you?"

"I'd like to see you try."

He grins and pushes me over, me yelping and trying to push him off. He chuckles and wrestles me onto my back, using his superior weight in place of the muscle he lacks in compared to me. Finally he manages to be sitting on me, hands pinning my wrists to the ground.

"Get off me!" I growl.

"I think I win."

"Alec!"

"Hmm... What to do when Fang is so vulnerable."

"I ain't vulnerable! Get off me!"

"You sure?" I struggle to kick him off, but his butt doesn't even move. Jerk! "What if I were to..." He bends down closer and slowly drags his tongue up my cheek.