Authors note: have not read NEVERMORE, so anything in that bock has not happened. There is no Max had chosen Dylan and Fang had gotten over it pretty well.

The club was loud, strobe lights of different colors flashed against the dance floor as couples moved insync with one another. One particular couple was being watched from afar by a pair of dark brown eyes. A familiar, blind, half avian – half human boy had his arms around a girl the same age as he, holding her tightly as they danced. The once scrawny fifteen year old boy was now a fully grown twenty-three year old man. His now muscular frame stood tall at 6'3; he had lost all baby fat in his cheeks, and the features in his face had sharpened with age. Muscular arms held onto the brown hair beauty, her caramel eyes were filled with love as she looked up at him; he couldn't see her smile, but he could feel her gaze on him. He smiled back at her, his eyes mirrored the same emotion that shown in her eyes, and they continued to dance together; he bent down to whisper something into his girlfriend's ear, she blushed but still laughed in reply.

Fang watched the couple from his hiding place; the darkness of the bar helped him blend into the back ground. The half avian was sporting a black leather jacket, a white wife beater underneath it. His torn blue jeans were loose fit, hanging low on his hips. He was happy for his best friend; Iggy had finally settled down, which was all that he had wanted. Fang took a sip from his brandy; in all truth he hated dancing. Max had insisted that he would go with the couple to make sure they didn't get into any trouble; the flock still lives together despite their age. Dylan had managed to stop Max's rant on what Iggy was not allowed to do on his date. Once a leader always a leader. Fang on the other hand didn't give two shits; the couple could do whatever the hell they wanted to, as long as he didn't see it. He sipped his drink and watched as the couple slipped out of sight, he couldn't help but smile. Kara, Iggy's girlfriend, reminded Fang of Angel; sweat, innocent, and daring. Whenever the couple was to go on a date, they were forced to have a chaperon; just in case something was to attack Iggy, someone would be on the side lines to help protect Kara. Fang has known Kara long enough to know, although she was shy, she knew how to kick some serious ass.

The dark haired man looked at his watch and made note of the time; he would give them two hours. His eyes scanned the room for any potential danger. He knew the odds of anyone coming to attack the full grown avian men would be slim, but it did pass the time. Fang listened to the music that pulsed through the club as he gazed around the building; although he loathed the fact that he was stuck here, he had to admit, the club sure did play good music. The sounds of Hollywood Undead vibrated through Fangs body. He was busy listening to the particular song when someone grabbed his wrist. Fang placed his drink down swiftly, he was about to twist the arm behind its owners back when he got a look at their face. Shock froze him in place, his eyes wide as he got a look at his 'attacker'.

Her brown eyes sparkled with mirth. Her olive skin matched his perfectly, he mussed as he looked at the hand that was wrapped around his wrist. Before he could stop her, he found himself on the dance floor. He felt crowded in as the humans on the floor hovered around him; he hated it. Fang started to pull away from her; he knew there was no danger, but better safe than sorry… Who the hell was he trying to convince? It was simple: Fang. Does. Not. Dance. He started to slip away from the girls grasp when she gripped him harder, pulling herself closer to him to where their chests were touching. Fang raised an eyebrow at the strange girl's boldness.

''I have watched you stand there for over an hour doing absolutely nothing. Now I don't know who has stuck a stick up your ass, but this is a club, for tonight you are going to forget about her and have some fun.'' She demanded. The corner of Fangs lips twitched, the girl was too amusing.

''You have been watching me?'' his deep voice was laced with evident mirth; he spoke quietly, but she was close enough to here every word he had said. She scoffed and glared at him, the pink color in her checks told him everything. He lent down closer to her, his lips brushed against the shell of her ear.

''What made you think that there was a girl on my mind?'' He whispered. She scoffed but lent into his lean body; his large hands rested on her waist. ''What do you know, I could be running for the other team.'' It was an asshole move, but he couldn't help but tease her. He pulled back and released his grip on her waist, searching for her reaction. Her deep mahogany hair fell in front of her face as she stared at him with wide eyes, mouth agape.

''You're…? But I didn't think that you- I mean.'' She stuttered, trying to make amends. Fang bit the inside of his cheek to keep from chuckling, though his laughter was evident in his voice.

'' Oh no I'm straight, I'm just simply stating that I could have been. What would you have done if I was?" He asked smoothly. Enjoying the look of rage and annoyance that crossed the strange girl's face; he used her silence to his advantage, turning around to make a brake for it. While the girl was in a state of shock, the half avian easily weaved through the crowed, back to his original spot at the bar. What he thought was a quick getaway, turned into a game of cat and mouse as the girl grabbed ahold of his wrist, again.

''Hold up jackass, please explain to me why you won't dance with me.'' She demanded, crossing her arms across her chest. He raised an eyebrow and actually aloud a smirk to appear on his face. Fang moved forward and wrapped his arms around her waist again; she was wearing a black halter top and her back was bare, he could see multiple black ink splotches her back. It was then that he realized that the spots were tattooed into her skin; representing the patters one would find on a cheetahs pelt. Sexy. He brought his lips up to her ear and nipped at the lobe, he smiled when she shivered.

''Don't dance; besides, mom told me not to talk to strangers.'' He whispered before pulling away… again. He had managed to put a good amount of distance between him and the girl before he heard her yell out in frustration. Fang chuckled softly to himself as he waved through the crowd; the damn girl had pulled us to the middle of the dance floor. He shook his head and looked at his watch; Iggy and Kara had one hour left… Fang had reached the edge of the dance floor, when a hand had suddenly slipped into his pants pocket. His eyes widened and quickly spun around to face the. . . intruder. Fangs mouth dropped at the sight in front of him.

''Damnit woman! Haven't you ever heard of personal space!?'' he shouted over the loud music, clearly flustered. Her dark eyes gleamed with mischief and Fang swallowed hard. In her hand was his cell phone, he gapped at her.

''Give it back, woman!'' he tried to reach for it, but she had shoved it down her shirt. Most likely into her bra, Fang mussed. He glared at the smirking girl; unlike her, he respected people's personal space.

''Give. It. Back.'' He growled. She seemed to pounder the thought, before shaking her head no.

''I don't take orders, nor do I appreciate being referred to as 'woman'.'' She explained. Fang raised an eyebrow skeptically.

''Oh?'' he asked, she nodded. '' yeah, well, I don't like it when people shove their hands down my pants.'' She just stared at him; he gave her a look, waiting for a reply. Instead she took his phone and unlocked his screen. Fangs eyes widened and blinked at her boldness. After a moment, she gave him his phone. Fang just stared at the cellar device that she placed in his hands; the girl rolled her eyes at him.

''Look at your calendar.'' She demanded, Fang narrowed his eyes, clearly not liking the concept of being ordered around, but did as want she asked of him. He pulled his calendar up onto the front screen of his android, it was listed that he had an even he had to attend to tomorrow. Fang was confused; he didn't have anything planned to tomorrow, curiosity got the best of him and he started to read the details for said event. Meet me at the café on the corner of Ragen Street and I might just tell you my name. Fang snorted loudly.

''Why don't you tell me-'' He looked up to see that she was gone. Damnit! He started to weave through the crowd, looking for her, glaring at anyone who got in his way. While he was searching, a hand reached out and touched his shoulder. For a moment Fang thought it was his mystery girl, but he knew better. The half avian turned to come face to face with Kara; her hair was in disarray and her face was flushed with embarrassment. While one hand was on Fangs shoulder, the other was stretched out behind her; Iggy clutched her hand tightly as he tried to get out of one humans way, his hair had a certain bird-nest quality to it.

''We've been looking for you!'' Iggy shouted over the loud music. Kara removed her hand from Fangs shoulder and nudged Iggy.

''I was the one who was doing the looking,'' she teased; Iggy shrugged, but smiled down at his girlfriend. ''Any ways, we have been searching for you for the last fifteen minutes!'' Kara spoke loudly; Fang nodded and the group of three started to make their way out of the crowd.

'' Hey Fang! Did you have fun?'' Iggy asked as they approached the front entrance; Kara held the front door open, pulling Iggy through the front door hastily. Fang shrugged, holding the door open for his best friend's girlfriend; Kara smiled her thanks, shivering in the cold night's air. Iggy pulled her close and started making his way towards their car, still waiting for an answer. A small smile played at the corners of Fangs lips as he thought over his evening spent at the club.

''You have no idea.''