Silent, mysterious, and alluring. The powerful arc of those jet black hawks wings. I pressed closer to him, and he raised his wings around us, a barrier from the wind. I moved my face to look at him, causing his eyes to dart to the movement. I was still in awe of his refined senses. I smiled, absently toying with his fingers. His expression was questioning, so I explained. "I keep thinking how lucky it was that I took those two steps backwards," I sighed, pulled each finger up in turn, and huddling closer.
"You could have died, featherbrain," he said in a disapproving tone, but smiling at me. I blushed, swapping hands and using my now free right hand to stroke his feathers admiringly.
..TWO WEEKS EARLIER..
I shivered in the cold night air, using my phone as a flashlight to walk back to my apartment. It was unusually windy, in just one spot. I frowned, stopping where I was. The wind was coming in regular, rhythmic beats, almost...downstrokes. I looked up, and yelped to see a dark figure with flashing eyes above me, about 10ft in the air, strangely slanted to one side. I ducked under a marquee of a closed shop, to prevent getting crushed under whatever the descending thing was. A massive bird? But what would a bird of prey be in the city at night..? I wondered, and backing up further when the 'bird' dropped further. I didn't even see the approaching semi. I turned, too slow, into the headlights that were rushing insanely fast towards me. I sucked in a breath as I was barreled out of the way, hard into the brick wall of the street. My vision was cloudy and out of focus as I finally opened my eyes, only to see a limping figure peel himself from the wall beside me, and short take gasps of pain before I blacked out.
I woke to a warm, dripping cloth applied to my forehead, and a hand propping me up. I opened my eyes, only to find that they stung like someone had tipped sand into them, so they were quickly closed again. I groaned, and tried to sit up, but found a strong, warm hand hold me down. "You'll pay later if you sit up," a deep voice warned me. I snapped my eyes open, despite them being dry as the Sahara, and stared up at a pair of dark, jet black eyes, looking amused down at me. I blinked a few times, lubricating my eyes, and croaked out, "What happened? Who are you? Where are we?"
He looked at me with amused interest, "Slow down, Sherlock. You'll have a lamp on me, strapped to a chair next," he said as I slowly propped myself up on one elbow. I pressed a cold, clammy hand to my forehead as the boy, looking about 17, backed up, shuffling smoothly to sit on his knees, watching me. "I'm…Nick, or uh..Fang. We're in my…penthouse. You were almost road kill," he said, sliding a fluffy, synthetic blanket towards me. I slowly nodded, pulling the blanket, crumpled and uneven over me. One of my arms wasn't moving, so I struggled to pull it to cover me. 'Fang' pulled it over me, brining a heated blush to my cheeks.
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Alright! There you have it! I feel like Fang is talking to much, but if he didn't, the story would be vauge and..yeah.
More to come soon!