Fang woke up to pitch black. He had no clue where he was. All he knew was Max, Angel, Nudge, Iggy, and Gasman were no where in sight. He rolled over on to his stomach and pushed himself on to his feet.
He looked around as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He wasn't in his crate anymore, that much he was sure of. From what he could see he was in what appeared to be a holding cell.
The walls were made of solid concrete except for the jail cell door at the other end of the room. There was a mattress lying against one wall and had a tattered blanket thrown across it. On the other walls were a sink, what looked like it was supposed to be a toilet, (which Fang was sure he would never use) and on the far wall was a small window that overlooked a large field.
"I'd only look out that window at night," a voice said behind him. Fang whipped around to face the source.
"They let the erasers out to hunt during the day," a girl stepped out of the shadows, "It's not a pretty sight."
The door was open. He could run for it. Is all he had to do was get passed her. Which from the look of her it wouldn't be too hard.
"I know what you're thinking," she said as she walked away from the doorway towards him," but, you run, and they will shoot you before you make it to the next cell door."
She pulled a remote out of her pocket and turned the lights on. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the change. He was right about the holding cell. But the girl; he had never seen anything like her. She was tall and thin with just the right amount of curve in the right places. She had long dark red hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. She had dark brown eyes and tawny skin. She wore a pair of snug fitting jeans and a red halter top.
"What's your name?" Fang asked her. He has to admit she was….well she was hot.
She walked passed him towards the window. Her jeans hung low on her hips giving him a glimpse of part of a tattoo on her lower back. The ties to her top were dangling seductively down her back in between her wings.
Yes, wings. They were nothing like Fang's. He had dark bird wings. Her's reminded him of demon wings. They were dark and leathery with claws at the end of the bone.
"Erin," she said as she turned away from the window. The front of her shirt was cut low and he could see part of another tattoo going across her chest. He could imagine what the whole tattoo looked like.
"Hun," she said as she flashed him a sultry smile, "it's not polite to stare."