"I'm Lauren…," I frowned, recalling the bird figure. "Were there any raptors, or like, hawks around when you, um…saved me?" I asked, looking around. It was a bright, breezy cement top story of a building, in desperate need of a coat of paint. There were assorted rugs on the floor, as well as beat-up bean bags and strings of twinkling lights, illuminating his face. Speaking of which, his face had gone from warm and interested to cold and almost hostile. "Raptors…? As in really big birds?" he said, pulling a vague expression onto his flawless, slim face. I picked up on his transition from aware and smart, to comically dumb. "Yes. I saw one, right above me, but it looked too big for a bird," I said, careful to watch his expressions, but his face was stony and expressionless. Huh.

"You sure it wasn't like, a raven, or a pigeon?" he asked, gazing suspiciously at me. I nodded, although… "A raven..I saw big, black wings. But the wings were oddly placed…" I murmured, half to myself. Fang narrowed his mesmerizing, dark eyes at me, "I think your mistaken. Would you like some food?" he asked, and got up when I nodded. I took the chance to stretch, cracking my neck, back and knuckles. He returned with two cups of steaming hot cocoa, and offered one to me.

I smiled, taking it, our fingers brushing momentarily. His eyes watched our fingers. I rose to my knees, looking for something to pull myself up with. Fang offered his hand, so I compliantly took it. He's so strong, I thought, leaning on his arm to try to steady myself. He managed to catch me with in time so I didn't fall fast first into the floor. I brushed some hair away from my face, awkwardly smiling. I sat on one of the two counter chairs in the kitchen. Fang occupied the second, facing me. I looked into the cloudy cocoa, watching the milk swirl. "What is it that you're hiding?" I asked innocently, wondering what reaction I might get. Fang gazed at me for several long minutes. "How good are you with…secrets. Big secrets?" he asked me. I smiled, and said, "I've never broken one."

I did not expect what came next. I would of dropped my mug if I hadn't been resting it in the palm of my other hand. With a slight flourish, his wings unfolded. I snapped my mouth shut, and looked him in the eyes. "Uh…" I said, not sure how to go about the situation. I tentatively reached out a hand, and with a slight approving nod, stroked a jet black primary feather. Fang seemed to shudder slightly, but he was so composed that I couldn't be sure. "Can you extend it fully?" I asked in a hushed, awed tone. He complied and moved his wing into a full 15ft wingspan. "That is…" I began, feeling his eyes bore into me, "friggin' awesome!" I whisper-yelled, stroking the top of his wing.

A/N
First fic, remember that :D
I will update fairly regularly, but again, I'll try to keep Fang in character!