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A Few New Friends ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: The characters from the show Gargoyles are the property of Disney and are used here without their foreknowledge or consent. This story contains sexual content, so if your under the legal age you shouldn't read it. This is a sequel to my story "Taboo." So before reading this one I would suggest you read my other one if you want to fully understand it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The gargoyles all awoke, the moment that the last rays of sunlight vanished over the horizon. They roared like wild cats, heaved their arms towards the sky, and sent small fragments of stone skin flying in all directions. Brooklyn leapt from his perch upon a stone parapet, and took to the early evening air, not even bothering to say anything to his clan, or the police officer that had come to greet them. "I haven't spoken to Brooklyn in weeks!" Elisa protested, watching him gradually disappear into the distance. "Where the hell is he going every night?" "I wish I knew." Goliath replied with a low growl. "He says he's on patrol, but I don't believe him." "We're actually starting to miss him." Broadway said sadly. "Yeah! The trio is quickly becoming the duo!" Lexington added sarcastically. Goliath let out another low growl, as he walked down the castle stairs with his daughter Angela to go and have breakfast. Lexington, Broadway and Elisa followed close behind. For some reason Hudson wasn't as hungry as he usually was after a day of sleep, so he decided to skip breakfast and go to the living room to watch television. He walked down the stairs with his clan, but pulled away from the group and headed for the living room. Hudson opened the door and walked into the room, then sat down in his comfortable reclining chair. He took the remote control from the nearby coffee table, aimed it at the 29 inch screen before him, then pressed one of the tiny buttons. The enormous rectangular screen lit up and the image of Clint Eastwood gradually materialised. Hudson could tell it was one of his more recent westerns, because of the digitally enhanced colour and sound. But for some reason the clothing he wore was very similar to the clothes he had donned for all of his other western films. "Och!" Hudson retorted loudly. "I canna see what the boys see in this human! What kind of a person never changes his clothes?" He pushed the other button on the remote and changed the channel, hoping to find something more to his taste. He continued switching from one bad station to another, until he came to his favourite talk show. "Finally." he said, placing the remote back onto the coffee table and leaning back comfortably. The attractive human on the screen held a microphone, and dressed in a green designer outfit. Next to Elisa she was one of Hudson's favourite humans. "Today on Claire." she announced, as she always did. "Gargoyles. Friend, or foe?" Hudson leaned forward, and stared at the screen intently. The fact that they used the word 'friend' was rather interesting. Claire's theme song and introduction played as it did every episode, then the image of Claire herself appeared back onto the screen. "Today we are talking about a recent discovery of a new species in our midst." Claire explained. "We know them as gargoyles and people fear them to be monsters, but a few are saying that it's all not necessary. Today we discuss whether they should be feared, or befriended." "Goliath!" Hudson called, his voice to echoing throughout the halls of the castle. "I think you be wantin ta see this lad!" Goliath entered the room moments later, along with Elisa and Angela. "What?" he asked, inquisitively. "Is something the matter?" "Watch this lad!" Hudson replied, gesturing towards the television screen. Goliath looked at the screen, with a frustrated expression on his face. He wasn't to fond of the television after his incident with the Pack. The camera view changed from an image of Claire's best side, to two men, that were sitting a considerable distance from each other. "Our guests today are, Quarryman spokesman Mr Alan Cable, and Gargoyle sympathiser Jerimiah King." Claire announced, walking towards the two men. Jerimiah King was a good looking man, who didn't look much older than 30 years of age. His neat brown hair was cut short to the sides, and left at a perfect flaring length on the top, and his lightly tanned skin was reminiscent of many hours in the sun. He was dressed very informally, in a pair of long pitch black jeans, a lose fitting blood red T-shirt and a pair of black leather lace up shoes. Alan Cable on the other hand wasn't nearly as attractive. He was a enormous man, built like a gorilla, who appeared to be in his early forties. The pale white skin of his close shaven face was covered in blemishes and his long blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail in an obvious attempt to make him look more presentable. He wore an expensive looking brown business suit, with matching shoes. A pure white shirt and dull grey tie were barley visible beneath his buttoned blazer. His apparel didn't really gratify his appearance as well as Jeremiah's casual dress. Elisa and the three gargoyles watched the television screen intently, as they all became very interested in the topic being discussed. Goliath seemed especially intrigued by the human named, Jerimiah. *** "Mr King." Claire asked formally. "Why do you sympathise with these gargoyles?" "Because of peoples hastiness to judge them." he replied. "My past experiences with them have proven them to be noble protectors." "Protectors?" Claire repeated, mockingly. "Protectors of what?" "Whatever they chose to." he replied simply. "They are born with a..." He paused as he looked for the right words. "A genetic need to protect." "Oh come on!" the quarryman said angrily. "If they're such _noble_ _protectors_ why did they destroy that police station?" "Is there any reliable proof, that they were the guilty party?" Jerimiah retaliated. "Of course you fool!" Mr Cable said smugly. "I saw them do it on the television!" He looked to the audience gestured towards them as if Jerimiah was unaware of there presence. "We all saw it!" Numerous members of the audience nodded, or made other indications of their agreement with the quarryman. The fact that fifty percent of them were quarrymen, wasn't helping the matter. "So you saw them do it?" Jerimiah asked calmly. Alan Cable nodded with an evil grin. "Yes I did." Jerimiah nodded with a thoughtful look on his face. "So you saw them fly in with a state of the art military aircraft, and fire two one thousand dollar sidewinder missiles into the clock tower, above the 35th precinct house? Fascinating! And where do you suppose they would acquire such weapons?" Alan's smile dropped from his face and he started to try and figure out ways to explain himself. "They must have connections... I don't know!" "Do you have any idea of what a gargoyle is capable of?" he asked, starting to smile evilly. "They can dig _great_ _holes_ in solid stone with their - their talons!" A numerous amount of the audience members gasped with fright. "A decent sized clan could have torn that clock tower apart in a matter of minutes. It wasn't them who destroyed it." "Do you have any idea _who_ did it then?" Claire asked, for all of the audience members who were dying to know. "The Hunter." he said, as if he was telling a ghost story. "A family of psychopaths, with a tradition of killing gargoyles. And I do believe that one of them is the quarryman founder." "How did you know tha.." the quarryman bit his tongue, to stop his revealing words. "I mean that's a lie!" "Now, this is interesting isn't it folks!" Jeremiah said to the audience. "The main reason people join the quarrymen is because of the clock tower incident, and it turns out that it wasn't gargoyles, but their own lead..." "Lies!!" Alan shrieked in rage. "It was the Gargoyles! Always the Gargoyles! We're the only protectors here! We protect you all from those monsters!" Jeremiah's calm facade vanished, and his anger overwhelmed him. Gargoyles were all he had left, and to have them slandered by small minded fools such as this one, was like pulling the pin to the grenade that was his anger. Jerimiah exploded. "Gargoyles aren't Monsters!! They are a noble race of intelligent beings that have willingly protected, ungrateful humans for thousands of years! There are so few of them left, and for idiots like you to hunt down and [CENSOR] them in cold blood is..." He stopped and tried to calm himself, but his anger just burned brighter, filling his soul with all of the hatred he had bottled up for the entirety of his existence. His breathing became deeper as he struggled to overcome it, but he was unable to! He needed release, and he knew just how to do it. His voice lowered to a threatening whisper. "To [CENSOR] them is a heinous crime. Perhaps I can show you how they suffer... If you were one of them yourself... Yes. You would know their pain!" "One of them mysel... What are you on about?" The quarry man demanded. Jeremiah lifted his right hand and clenched it into a fist. An unusual looking green ring with a realistic reptilian head was worn on his middle finger. The pearl-like jewel held in it's mouth, began to glow with a dim green light. The light gradually glowed brighter, as Jerry started chanting in Latin, and he could feel the arcane magic's flow through his body. Every syllable of every word echoed through the entire studio, and everyone present except for Jerimiah remained completely still and silent. As his chant ended the green light radiating from his ring grew into giant ball of emerald fire that flew like a meteorite from his hand, and moved at an amazing speed towards the terrified Quarryman. He ran from the oncoming fireball with a terrified cry, but he was unable to out run it. The multiple gasps from the audience were drowned out by a deafening explosion, caused by the fireballs impact with its target. Jerimiah doubled back in pain as the magic's drained his strength and electrical impulses stabbed at his most sensitive nerves. He fell to the floor, but managed to remain conscious to admire his handy work. The entire audience looked at the rising green smoke, that engulfed the area where the Quarryman once stood. The green clouds cleared and everyone except for Jerry gasped with shock, for instead of were they expected to see the charred remains of a human body, stood a very confused looking purple skinned gargoyle. It looked at the audience with a startled expression, and then noticed the way everyone was looking at him. "What is it?" he asked in the Quarryman's voice. He paused when noticed his taloned hands, and lifted them before his terrified gargoyle face. His eyes then moved down to his deformed, inhuman body, and he let out a cat-like shriek as he fell to his knees crying, "NOOOOO!!" *** The laboratory was filled with numerous items of expensive medical equipment. It's sterile surroundings made it look like a surgery room at a hospital, but it served a much more sinister purpose. In the centre of the laboratory was a enormous glass cylinder with something (someone?) floating in the dark liquid it contained. Two scientists wearing white doctors coats, that made them look at home in the laboratory, stood around the large bulletproof tube. "Doctor." one of the scientists said, reading the notes in her hands. "The subject is ready for a field test." "Excellent!" the Doctor replied, evilly. He walked to the large tube and looked through the clear glass, were a sleeping man floated upright in gallons of thick purple liquid. "Our friend here is going to grant a lot of interesting research possibilities." "Sir." the assistant said nervously. "May I remind you that the subjects DNA is very unstable and he could mutate at any time." "That Pauline, is the price of science." the Doctor snapped. "If he mutates we'll just terminate him." "But Doctor!" Pauline protested. "We've both put a lot of work into this project. And I've..." "Don't worry darling!" the Doctor interrupted boastfully, "I'm quite certain that everything will go just fine!" Pauline wasn't remotely worried about the work she had put into the project. She had become particularly close with the subject and didn't want to have him terminated. He was her creation. He was her son. The doctor looked back to his sleeping man(?) and smiled evilly. "Have you made all the necessary preparations?" "Yes sir!" she replied, unhappily. "I've even arranged for a job interview." The Doctor chuckled. "A very nice touch Pauline! A very - very nice touch." "He should be ready for the field first thing tomorrow morning." Pauline said, looking back to her papers. "Excellent!" The Doctor replied excitedly, as he walked towards the exit to his laboratory. After he was out of earshot, Pauline looked up the tube that contained the sleeping man. His long jet black hair flared above his head, like dark fire in the thick purple fluid. The mask that allowed him to breathe hid his facial features, and a metal headband embedded with dozens of wires and flashing lights embraced his head. "Don't worry." Pauline whispered, to the sleeping figure. "I won't let him hurt you." *** Jerimiah walked through the main doors of the New York police station with a smug smile. The police were unable to charge him for anything because there wasn't a law against casting magic spells on unwilling individuals. He reached up to his cheek where the deep gash he had received earlier had totally healed. He remembered the enraged purple gargoyle pouncing on him, and swiping at his face with his newly acquired talons screaming, "TURN ME BACK!! TURN ME BACK!!" Fortunately he had calmed down when he was assured that the spell would wear off at sunrise. Unfortunately for the quarryman, there was a law against assault and he was arrested. Jerimiah laughed out loud, when he thought about the Quarryman's predicament. He stopped laughing after a few short chuckles then began to worry about the consequences of his actions. Claire certainly wasn't happy with his outburst, even though it would probably improve her ratings. He was lucky enough to be taken away quietly enough to avoid being ambushed by a mob of crazy reporters. Suddenly a gleaming black limousine pulled up next to him. "Oh great!" he mumbled, expecting a gang of quarrymen to emerge form the vehicle like clowns out of a little red fire engine. Instead a tall man, with short blonde hair and wire rimmed glasses stepped out of the drivers seat looked at him coldly. "Jerimiah King?" he asked, formally. "The one and only." Jerimiah replied, with a warm grin. "My employer and one or two of his - associates would like to meet you." The blonde man explained, without any change in his cold expression. "Could you spare a moment of your time?" "Of course." he replied obligingly. "All I have is time." He opened the back door of the limousine to get in but before he did so, he looked at driver again. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." The driver looked back at him. "My name is of no relevance to you Mr King." "Well I'm not going to get in a car with a complete stranger." he exclaimed, closing the back door and started walking back down the footpath. "If you insist Mr King." the blond man said, before climbing back into the drivers seat. "My name is Owen Burnett." Jerimiah walked back to the car with another smug smile, and pulled the back door open to get in. "Oh, and one more thing Owen." he said, charmingly. "Call me Jerry." *** Jerimiah felt the blood rush to his feet as the elevator began its ascent. He looked to his companion and shook his head. ~This Owen Burnett is an strange man.~ he thought, perceptively. ~But there's something oddly familiar about him.~ Owen looked at him as if he could hear his thoughts. The elevator suddenly stopped with a ding, and the door opened before them. Jerimiah stepped out behind Owen, and beamed happily at the sight of the waiting gargoyles. Owen looked up to the largest one, then introduced them, "Jerimiah King." he exclaimed, coldly. "This is Goliath." Jerimiah smiled as he shook Goliath's hand, but it diminished when he noticed one absent member. "I counted seven Gargoyles on the video." he said, worriedly. "Where is the other one?" Goliath frowned disapprovingly. "Brooklyn is out on patrol." He explained. "Or so he tells me." Jerimiah started to smile again. "Oh good." he said, as he wiped his brow in a relieved gesture. Goliath smiled at him. "How did you come to know so much about our kind Mr King?" He asked curiously. Jerimiah smiled as he answered the question. "When you live for as long as I have, you learn a lot of things. Though I have been close with gargoyles for many thousands of years. "You're immortal?!" Goliath blurted, taking a cautious step backwards. "Is there something wrong with that?" Jerry asked, as his smile again vanished from his face. "I - apologise. We've had a lot of bad experiences with immortal beings." He exclaimed, giving Owen an accusing glare. "Oh. Oberon's children?" he asked, remembering his run ins with the fey. "Yes." Goliath replied, angrily. "And various other individuals." "Do you all have names?" Jeremiah inquired, changing the subject. "I'm Angela!" the attractive female said, walking up to Jerimiah and offering him her hand. "I'm Broadway." a large gargoyle with a tub of ice cream said, before turning towards a small yellow one next to him. "And this is Lexington." An elderly gargoyle climbed out of a reclining chair and walked towards Jerimiah. "I be Hudson." he said, in a Scottish accent. Jerimiah shook all of their taloned hands, ecstatic to see gargoyles again after so long. When he felt something nuzzle against his leg, he looked down to see the dog-like Gargoyle that he had completely forgotten about. "Hello boy!" he said kneeling down and scratching him behind the ear. "That's Bronx, Mr King." Lexington said pointing to the friendly beast. "Please, call me Jerry." he requested, happily. "Um, Jerry." Broadway said, shyly. "We all loved the way you nailed that Quarryman!" "Yeah!" Lexington added enthusiastically. "I like your style!" "Jerry?" Goliath said, placing his hand onto his shoulder. He looked up to Goliath and smiled. "Yes?" "That ring you used. Could you tell me about it?" Jerry frowned momentarily, then started to explain. "It was a gift from someone very dear to me." he explained, sadly. "It's called the Ring of Set." *** He woke up refreshed, as if he had slept for days. He removed the bedclothes from himself, and stepped out of his bed. He walked to his bathroom and looked in the mirror. "Mirror mirror on the wall." he chanted, as he caressed the stubble on his face. "Who needs a shave most of all?" He retrieved his electric razor from the cabinet behind the mirror, switched it on, and began cutting the short hair from his face. After quickly brushing his teeth and a splash of aftershave, he walked back to his bedroom and donned the clothing set out conveniently on a chair next to his bed. Dressed in a grey Armani suit, white collared shirt and a colourful tie, he walked up to a pair leather shoes on the floor and slipped his feet into them. He looked into the mirror on door of his closet, and straightened up his collar and tie, Then he tied back his long hair with a rubber band from his top pocket, as he walked to his refrigerator. Opening the door he found some leftover pizza and two cans of beer. ~I don't drink.~ he thought. ~Who the hell put that there?~ He took a quick glance at his watch, and decided he had time to get breakfast at a cafe. He walked through the front door to his apartment, and as he locked it, he heard a female voice call out from behind him. "Hi! You must be my new neighbour." He turned around and saw a very attractive brunette wearing tight blue denim jeans, a pitch black shirt and a trendy red jacket. The moment she saw his face, her eyes widened and she stared at him in astonishment. "What?" He asked, feeling around his mouth. "Is there something on my face?" The attractive woman began to speak, with the shocked expression still plastered on her face. "No. You just look like someone I know." "Really?" he asked curiously. "Who?" "You wouldn't know him." she replied, suspiciously. "What's your name?" "I'm Malcolm." he informed, admiring her attractive features. "Elisa Maza." she replied, nervously. "I've - really got to get to work! Maybe I'll see you later. Tonight maybe?" "I certainly hope so!" he replied, cheerfully. "Well see ya." she said, before bolting down the stairs. "Whoa!" Malcolm gasped, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "I think I'm gonna like her!" *** She held the wheel in one hand and rested her free arm out of the open window next to her. Her partner sat in the passenger seat blowing onto a cup of hot coffee, when she decided to speak her thoughts. "I think we should tell Morgan." she suggested, nervously. "Tell him what?" he asked, before filling his mouth with the hot beverage. "Y'know," she said placing her other hand on the steering wheel. "About the gargoyles." Matt spat his mouthful of coffee all over the interior of her car. "Are you nutsh?!" "Come on Matt!" Elisa protested. "I trust him more than I trust you!" "Gee, thanks!" he retorted, sarcastically. "He's been one of my best friends, ever since I joined the force!" she explained. "And the Gargoyles need all the friends they can get!" Matt pulled a checked handkerchief from his pocket and started to clean up the coffee from the dash board. "Okay," he surrendered. "I guess your right." "Of course I am." she replied boastfully. "You're pretty full of yourself Elisa." he commented, cheekily. Elisa pushed him away playfully. "Just for that, I'm going to make you pay to get my car cleaned." Matt just chuckled at her. Elisa drove silently for a few moments, until she remembered something important. "You wouldn't believe who I met in the hall this morning." *** "So it's only as powerful as it's wearer?" Goliath asked, curiously. "Not exactly." Jerry replied. "The power of the ring varies from the wearers physical condition. Like if I'm hungry or ill, I wouldn't be able to accomplish as much with it, as I would in perfect health. "So that's why you ate so much before!" Broadway said, remembering the meal he had shared with the clan. "Oh yeah." Lexington said, cheekily. "To eat more than Broadway is quite an accomplishment!" "That transformation spell did take a lot out of me." he admitted. Goliath looked to the horizon and frowned. "It's almost sunrise. We're going to have to continue our conversation tonight." "That reminds me!" Jerry said. "I have a gift for all of you!" Goliath stared at him with a slightly surprised look on his face. "Really? What kind of gift?" All of a sudden another gargoyle surprised the whole group as he landed nearby. "You must be Brooklyn." Jerry said excitedly. "Your just in time for the gift I have for all of you!" A surprised look appeared on Brooklyn's face as he noticed the unfamiliar human. "Who's this?" He asked, suspiciously. "This is Jerimiah King." Goliath replied. "Forgive my scepticism Mr King" Brooklyn growled. "But we haven't had many good experiences with strangers claiming to be our friends." "Brooklyn!" Angela snapped, defensively. "Don't be rude!" Brooklyn ignored Angela's protest and looked angrily at the human before him. "And what is this so called gift you're talking about?" Jerry did not reply, he merely raised the hand that his ring was on, and started to chant in Latin. His every syllable echoed just as it had in the Claire studio, but instead of a fireball appearing from his ring, a green mist began rising from the ground beneath him. An invisible breeze sent the magical mist floating slowly towards the Gargoyles, and it passed through their bodies like an illusion, leaving nothing more than an unpleasant chill. Jerry doubled back in pain, and fell to the floor. The Gargoyles were all rendered motionless, for the entire spell. The emerald fog vanished as quickly as it had appeared and they all regained control of their bodies. "What exactly is that supposed to do?" Brooklyn asked, suspiciously. "My friends." Jerry wheezed, as he lifted himself from the ground. "I have granted you all one day to live!" "WHAT?!!" Goliath shrieked. He lunged towards the unsuspecting human, but missed when Jerry executed a skilful sidestep to the left. Goliath moved like lightning, and in one fluid motion he turned around, leapt on the traitor and forced him to the ground. "Betrayer!" he growled, digging his sharp talons deep into Jerry's shoulders. "Please Goliath!" Jerry pleaded, wincing in pain. "You don't underst.." "I understand perfectly!" He interrupted, the light emanating from his eyes blinding his victim. "We accept you as our friend!! Trust you!! And this is how you thank us?!" He raised his hand and prepared to bring it down on Jerry's skull, but he froze when he felt rays of wonderful warmth radiate onto his back. He turned and paused momentarily, Then stood off of Jerry, and walked to join his clan who were looking at the sun in silent astonishment. "The sun!" Goliath gasped, in amazement. "It's so warm!" Angela added, hugging herself as if to hold in the warmth. Lexington leapt from the parapet he was standing on and glided in the suns warm light for the first time. Broadway just stood still, staring at it with a stupid look on his face. Brooklyn ignored it and walked menacingly up to Jerry. Jerry took a cautious step backwards when he noticed the approaching gargoyle, but his fear diminished when Brooklyn held out his hand and smiled warmly. "I'm sorry I doubted you." he said, shaking Jerry's hand. "It's understandable." he assured. "Especially after your run in with The Pack!" "Goliath fill you in on all that did he?" Brooklyn asked. "Yeah." Jerry replied. Goliath walked up to Jerry with a guilty frown. "I can't think of any way to apologise for that!" he said, gesturing towards his bleeding shoulders. "No problem! I heal fast! Very fast." he replied, reassuringly. "And saying, 'you have one day to live.' I mean how stupid was that?" As he spoke his grievous wounds closed and only the blood staining his already red shirt remained. "This could be the start of beautiful friendship!" Broadway said. Jerry walked with him, to go and speak to Angela and Lexington, and when Brooklyn went to join them, but he was suddenly cut off by Goliath who smiled down at him evilly. "Now." he said, towering over his second in command menacingly. "I think it's time we had a little talk." Brooklyn looked up to his leader and swallowed hard. "Um - I - uh... Sure - Goliath... What do you want to talk about?" *** Morgan hated writing up reports, and so did most of his fellow police officers. But like the rest of the officers, he knew it was a compulsory chore. He was just about to start writing, when his friends Elisa Maza and Matt Bluestone walked in and stood before his desk, looking at him nervously. "Uh, something wrong?" Morgan asked, casually. "Uh... Elisa wants to tell you something," Matt said, pointing to his partner accusingly. She scowled at him, then returned her attention to Morgan. "Well you see," she said nervously. "Um - we want to introduce you to a few of our friends." Morgan smiled cheerfully, showing his pearly white teeth. "So your finally going to introduce me to the Gargoyles?" He said smugly. "Well it's about time!" Their jaws dropped in shock, and they were obviously lost for words. "H - how did you know?" Elisa asked, in an astonished tone. "Well duh!" Morgan exclaimed poking the side of his head with his index finger. "It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out!" "Well." Matt said, looking to his partner and shrugging his shoulders unknowingly. "I guess this saves us one hell of an explanation." Elisa's phone rang suddenly and she ran to answer it. "Elisa Maza." she said, into the receiver. "Oh hi Goliath!... Yeah it is a nice da... Okay!" she snapped, angrily. "Who the hell is this?... Yeah right!" Matt and Morgan shared a confused glare. "Isn't Goliath one of the Gargoyles?" Morgan asked, remembering the name that some nutty guy in armour had told him. "Yeah." Matt replied. "But it can't be him 'cause the sun's up!" "The sun's up?" Morgan repeated, unknowingly. "Really?" Elisa said, in a shocked tone. "I'll be right over!" She hung up the phone then went back to Morgan's desk. "You're not going to believe this but that was Goliath on the phone!" "What are you talking about Elisa!" Matt asked, as if to question her sanity. "How could Goliath be speaking to you after sunrise?" "Hang on a minute... Sunrise?.. What are you two on about?" Morgan demanded. "We'll explain on the way!" Elisa said heading for the office door. She paused and looked at Morgan who was still sitting at his desk. "You coming?" Morgan didn't hesitate. He had been wanting to meet these gargoyles for a long time and here was his chance. He stumbled out of his chair, retrieved his jacket then ran after his two friends. *** When she arrived, they were all basking in the wonderful golden warmth of the sun. Brooklyn lay on the steps wearing a pair of his dark sunglasses, Elisa found much more appropriate during the day. Angela and Broadway were both speaking to Jerry, and Hudson lectured Goliath about trying to invade Brooklyn's privacy again. "Hi guys!" Elisa said, as she walked into the open with Matt. "Nice day isn't it?" Goliath went to greet them but froze when he noticed the man that accompanied them. The whole clan stared nervously at him, and he looked at them in astonishment. He glanced to Matt, then Elisa and they both nodded to him reassuringly. He walked up to Goliath and offered him his hand. "Hi, I'm Morgan... Uh - are you Goliath?" He accepted Morgan's hand and shook it in a friendly manner. "Yes. It's good to finally meet you Morgan." The other gargoyles introduced themselves then Morgan noticed a familiar man nearby. "Hey! You're that guy who turned that other guy into a gargoyle on that Claire show!" "Guilty as charged." the man replied, throwing his arms up. "But he asked for it." "I agree!" Morgan laughed. "It was a fine piece of work!" "I think I'm going to like this guy." Lexington said, patting Morgan on the back. Elisa walked to Brooklyn and smiled. "Haven't seen you in a while Brooklyn." she said warmly. She was really happy to get the chance to speak to him again after such a long time. "Oh, yeah. It's been a while." he replied , removing his sunglasses and looking to the ground. "So... what have you been up to?" she inquired, hoping that he would tell her. Brooklyn scratched the back of his head nervously. "Nothing! Nothing interesting anyway." "Oh." Elisa said sceptically. She really wanted to know what he was doing every night, but she decided to change the subject to avoid making him angry. "Well... We have a little catching up to do, don't we?" He looked to the ground with an unhappy frown on his face, then he looked back up at her and his frown slowly changed into a warm smile. "Yeah. I guess we do!" *** Dominique Destine didn't realise the majority of her workload was taken on by her assistant, Candis. Only a few weeks earlier, the stupid human had been crying pitifully at the thought of losing her job, only to quit so she could move to Los Angeles with her new boyfriend. Dominique had been working hard for weeks without an assistant, even in her gargoyle form, she spent hours in the office. But Brooklyn was always there to keep her company. It had taken her a considerable amount of time to get all of her office supplies stacked neatly on her desk after the previous nights activities. When she cleared her desk so she could push her lover onto it, and didn't consider the time it would take to put everything back. Not to mention the price of replacing the fax machine that was ruined after it fell onto the floor. Three sharp knocks on the large double doors of her office, interrupted her pleasant memories, and she winced at the thought of what kind of incompetent fool had come for the job of her assistant. She had arranged appointments with several people, and all of them so far had let her down. Hopefully this man had some brains in his puny human head. "It's open!" she called. A man with long jet black hair, opened one of the doors and approached Dominique's desk confidently. He wore a grey Armani suit, a white collared shirt and he held a black briefcase in his right hand, making him look very professional. The moment Dominique caught a glimpse of his face, her eyes opened wide and she pointed at him with disbelief. "You're the second person to look at me like that today!" the man exclaimed charmingly, as he sat down in the seat before her desk. "Is there something about my face, that shocks attractive women?" "Who are you?" Dominique growled. The man seemed confused by her angry tone. "My - name's Malcolm." Her eyes narrowed sceptically. "I know that... Where are you from?" Malcolm seemed very confused with these questions she was asking. "I'm from L.A. Why do you ask?" She looked closely at him and examined his facial features carefully. The resemblance was extraordinary. "I'm sorry." she said, calming down faster than she would usually allow herself to. "You just look like someone I know." "Who?" he asked, curiously. She sat up straight and smiled at him formerly. "You wouldn't know him." she explained, still suspicious of this human before her. "Let's just get down to business." Malcolm opened his briefcase and produced a neatly arranged assortment of white sheets of paper. "My resume." he explained, handing the papers to her. She quickly read over his qualifications, and had to admit it was the best resume she had read since she had hired one Robyn Corey. "Very impressive!" she commented. "So you speak several languages fluently?" Malcolm nodded with a acknowledging grin. Dominique wanted to assure this man was telling her the truth, so she read over the list of languages in his resume and chose French, one of her personal favourites. "Rappelez moi votre nom?" she asked, smugly. "Mon nom est Malcolm." he replied, in the foreign tongue. "Finally!" Dominique said happily, dropping his resume on her desk. "Someone competent!" "Gee, thanks!" Malcolm replied, scratching an invisible itch on the back of his head. "I think." She neatly arranged the papers of his resume, and handed it back to him. "You seem more than qualified." she exclaimed. "When can you start as my personal assistant?" Malcolm thought for a moment. "I can start immediately if you want me to." "Wonderful!" Dominique said, clapping her palms together in a satisfied gesture. "There's a lot of work to be done. Your desk is right outside my office Malcolm." Malcolm stood from his chair and nodded gratefully to Dominique. "Thanks Miss Destine." She watched him walk out of her office, knowing that she had hired him for more than his qualifications. She wanted to ensure that she knew where this look alike was at all times. "I think I might have a talk to Brooklyn about this." she said, quietly to herself. "His likenesses are far too similar for it to be a coincidence." Suddenly she heard her new assistants voice over the intercom on her desk. "Miss Destine, you have an urgent call from some guy. Calls himself Brooklyn." She looked calmly out of the exceedingly large window of her office and glanced at the blazing sun. She wondered who would call her in the middle of the day and pretend to be her lover. "Put him through." she said, as her curiosity got the better of her. She picked up the receiver and pressed the button that a small light was flashing next to. "Who is this?" she snapped angrily. "It's me Demona!" came Brooklyn's voice. "Well if this is you _Brooklyn_." she exclaimed. "Tell me, how are you speaking to me after sunrise?" "Sorcery Demona!" he said excitedly. "I'll explain it all to you later. You've got to meet me somewhere private." "Oh." she exclaimed, sceptically. "Why don't you come here?" "I would Demona!" Brooklyn replied, nervously. "But it's very difficult to glide anywhere without being seen, during the day. Demona thought for a moment, then decided to give him a chance to prove himself. "Very well." she said obligingly. "But first I want proof that you are, who you say you are!" "How do you expect me to prove that?" He asked nervously. She giggled childishly and rested her feet onto her desk. "Tell me what I like about you more than anything!" Brooklyn started to protest. "Aw Demona I.." "Tell me lover!" she demanded, twining the telephone cable around her little finger. "If that's who you are." She heard an almost inaudible mumble on the other end and began to giggle like a school girl. "I can't _hear_ _you_!" she said, cheekily. His voice rose to a frustrated whisper and he told her what she wanted to hear. "My beak... You love my beak." Demona smiled evilly. Only he could know that. "I'll meet you at my apartment building." Brooklyn was silent for a short while before he replied. "Okay! I should be able to get there without being noticed." She hung up the phone, and the thought that crossed her mind, caused her to shiver with excitement. She stood out of her chair, and hurried eagerly through the door. "Look after the office while I'm away Malcolm." she said, to her new assistant. "Sure thing boss!" he replied. "Where can I reach you?" She turned to him and smiled evilly. "You can't!" She then ran into the open elevator nearby, and pressed the button for the ground floor. *** "He looked just like me?" Goliath asked, curiously. "It's probably just a coincidence!" "Come on Goliath!" Elisa snapped, starting to get very annoyed with his insolence. "If he was a gargoyle, I would have thought he was your twin brother!" "Well - where did you meet this human?" he asked, in his baritone voice. "He moved in next door to me yesterday." she explained. "I met him outside my apartment." "Then it could be some kind of trap!" he said worriedly. "You had better stay in the castle with us." "Yeah right!" she said, sarcastically. "I've already arranged to meet him again tonight. I'll take you with me." "Very well Elisa." he said, without bothering to argue with her. "But be careful." "Aren't I always?" she asked boastfully. "No." he replied. Elisa decided to ignore his comment and began to walk away. "I'd better get back to.." she paused and started to survey her surroundings. "Hey! Where'd Brooklyn go?" *** Waiting patiently on the rooftop of Demona's building, Brooklyn began thinking seriously about his love affair. Demona was a fantastic lover, but could she become more? A mate? A spouse? He shook his head regretfully. What could possibly happen that would make it conceivable to go beyond a sexual relationship? He began to wonder if Demona wanted to be more than just lovers, but his thoughts were interrupted when an unfamiliar human female appeared through an opening in the roof. He looked around for a hiding place, but he knew there was no chance of avoiding her glance. He faced the human bravely and waited for a blood curdling shriek of terror, but instead she smiled suggestively at him and started to approach. "Hello lover!" she said happily. Brooklyn hit himself upside the head as he remembered. "I forgot you turned to a human during the day!" he said, recognising her face. "This is taking some getting used t..." Demona caught him off guard and kissed him passionately on the lips. Brooklyn pulled away nervously and pulled his eyes away from her. ~She tastes different.~ "What's the matter Brooklyn?" she inquired, curiously. "Well - you're human!" he stammered. She placed her arms under his, and started to massage the area between his wings, sending tingles of sexual pleasure through his body. "Is there a problem with that?" she purred, rubbing up against him, like she had so many times before. "Don't I still _excite_ you?" Brooklyn became very nervous. He new it was Demona, but she was different. The taste of her, the feeling of her rubbing up against him, it was all different. But he was surprised to find those differences extremely exhilarating. Brooklyn's tail moved up between her legs and beneath her short red skirt and he could feel her dampness on the tip of his tail. He was surprised that she wasn't wearing panties, even though she had never worn them in her gargoyle form. She gripped Brooklyn's shoulders and walked backwards, pulling him with her, until she sat on the ledge and opened her legs wide. She pushed down to his knees and guided his beak invitingly under her skirt. Brooklyn obliged her by caressing her sensitive areas with his tongue and beak. His arousal was heightened by her pleasured moans, and he enjoyed exploring her new pleasures, and savouring her new flavours. She ran her hands up the sides of face, then took great handfuls of his ivory white hair and threw her legs over his broad shoulders moaning sensually. Moments later, Brooklyn was pulled away from her deliciousness by the horns, and up between her legs until the two lovers faced each other. Demona kissed him passionately on the end of his beak, forcing her tongue between his teeth. She reached down with one hand and aggressively tugged his loincloth out of the way, then she clasped his hard member and tenderly guided it to where his beak had been. He carefully slid in to her, then let out a low moan as the intense pleasure of her warmth flowed through his body. He rubbed against her, careful to restrain himself, knowing that her human body was fragile, and he didn't want to risk hurting her. She placed her hands beneath his tail and took a firm grip of his backside, pulling him insistently into her. She clenched her teeth into an pleasured smile, and placed her chin on his shoulder, stroking her cheek against his. Her breathing gradually became faster a more audible until every breath was a virtual scream of pleasure. When he felt her muscles tighten around him, he closed his eyes and aimed his beak to the sky, as his warm seed flowed into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him in a tight embrace, and threw her head back releasing a loud orgasmic scream. After a satisfied gyration of her hips, she released her lover, and let him pull away from her. He staggered backwards, and nearly fell over, but he managed to regain his balance and take a few steps forward to slump down next to her. "Well that was definitely different!" he commented. Demona chuckled, and kissed the side his beak. She then stood up and walked towards the opening in the roof. "I'm going to have a shower." "But Demona!" Brooklyn called, as he watched her walking away. "I wanted to talk to you!" She turned around and smiled seductively at him. "Okay." she replied. "Why don't you join me?" "Sure!" he said, enthusiastically, running up to her, wrapping his right arm around her waist, and walking into the building with her. *** Malcolm stood from his desk and the pile of papers he was working on, to stretch his aching legs. He yawned and stretched his arms outwards trying to neutralise the need for sleep. This was hard work, but he didn't dare leaving his post until Dominique returned and told him that he could do so. Suddenly an excruciating pain shot through every muscle of his body, like they were being tied into a knot. Falling to his knees, he embraced himself unable to reach for all the areas of pain at once. It was more than his body could stand and he cried out in agony, and fell down face first on the soft carpeted floor, losing consciousness. The phone on his desk suddenly started to ring, but it was not answered or even heard by the lifeless man sprawled out on the carpet. *** Demona slammed down the receiver angrily, then turned to Brooklyn. "He's not there!" she complained. He shrugged his shoulders unknowingly, as dried himself off with a white towel. "Then fire him." "Fire him?" she laughed. "I've only just hired him! And there's so much work to..." She suddenly paused as she remembered something she had neglected to tell him. "He looks exactly like Goliath!" "Who?" he asked, curiously. "My new assistant, Malcolm." she explained. "What?" he blurted, dropping his towel to the ground. "_Exactly_ like Goliath?" "Yes!" she replied. "The only difference is that he's human!" "Why didn't you tell me this before?" he snapped. Demona didn't say a word, but managed to answer his question with a suggestive smile. "Oh!" Brooklyn said, smiling at her stupidly. "Right." "I thought you could tell Goliath." she suggested. "Yeah right!" he replied, sarcastically. "I'll just walk up to him and say, 'Hey Goliath! Demona told me you should meet this guy she knows! Like I could really do that!" She scratched her head, as she realised he was right. "That would be foolish wouldn't it?" "Yeah Demona!" He chuckled. "I think it would! He's most likely one of Sevarius' creations." Demona wasn't particularly fond of Sevarius, especially after he created that tramp, Delilah. She walked up to the window and looked through the clear glass. "It's nearly sunset." Brooklyn eagerly ran up next to her, forgetting about her assistant. "I want to see this!" he said, excitedly. "My first sunset." Demona stepped back into the shadows, while her precious Brooklyn admired the red, orange and yellow tones emitted by the setting sun. He turned to face her and jumped with fright when he saw the gargoyle maiden. "God Demona, you gave me a fright!" She took him into her arms and held him tightly. He returned her hug, then his eyes widened in realisation. "You told me your transformation was painful!" She suddenly let him go and looked to the floor nervously. "No I didn't." she lied. "It doesn't hurt at all." "You're lying to me!" he said, with a shocked expression. She reached for him, but he pulled away from her angrily. "Brooklyn - I - I'm" "You're what?" he growled. She paused nervously, then placed her hands over her belly and looked up to him with fear in her eyes. Tears started to roll down her cheeks as she turned away from him shamefully. His eyes widened in realisation, and he stumbled backwards in shock. "H - how long have you known?" he gasped. She looked to the floor in shame. "Since our second night together." "Why didn't you tell me?!" he snapped angrily. "How could you keep this from me?! Me!!" Her back was still facing him as she began to cry. "I didn't want to lose you!" He paused sorrowfully, then gently clasped her shoulders and whispered into her ear. "Never!" She turned to face him, with tears still running down her face. "You're not.." "Did you think I would leave you?" he whispered, reassuringly. "Leave my child?" A feeling of pure happiness came over her, and her tears of grief quickly changed to those of joy. She threw her arms around him and held him, vowing to herself never to let him go. "Brooklyn." she whispered. He held her tight, rubbing his warm cheek against hers. "Yeah?" Her warm tears flowed onto his shoulder, and the sweet sound of her voice whispered three words into his ear. "I love you." *** She knocked on his door several times, but there was no answer. She then placed her ear up against it, and she heard nothing. "Malcolm?!" she called loudly. Still, no reply. She swore to herself, and walked to the nearby stairwell. She climbed down several flights, then emerged from the main doors at the bottom. She reached for the device in her ear with her right hand, and clasped another one worn around her neck with her left. She spoke into the transmitting device as if it were a person. "He's not home Goliath." she informed. "Not home?" Goliath repeated, in a frustrated tone from the roof of Elisa's apartment. "No." she said, sounding equally frustrated. "You had better get back to the castle. We can try again first thing tomorrow night." "Very well Elisa." he acknowledged, with a disappointed growl. "Will you come back with me?" "No, I think I'll stay home tonight." she replied, hesitantly. "I gotta feed Cagney." There was a long pause before he answered her. "Very well Elisa. Will I see you tomorrow night?" "Yeah Goliath." She replied, walking back into the building. "Of course you will." She reached to the box shaped device on her belt and pressed a button on it that caused the static sound coming from the receiver in her ear to cease. She had been avoiding Goliath for over a month. Ever since they had admitted their feelings and kissed each other, she had felt withdrawn. She had often wondered what might of happened if he didn't turn to stone that morning and shivered. She was more exited at the thought than scared and that's what worried her. Even when the others were around them, she found herself enjoying the flights with him. His strong arms wrapped around her legs and back made her feel warmer than she had ever felt before. She had rested her cheek on his chest many times before, but lately she had liked it more than she should have. The wanting she felt was not only forbidden, it was also all consuming. She walked up the stairs, starting to sweat nervously. When she finally reached the floor that her apartment was located on, she ran to her front door and fumbled with an assortment of keys from her pocket that she eventually managed to unlock her door with. She ran from the front doorway, and into her living room, slumped down onto the sofa and lay back panting feverishly. God she wanted him so badly she could almost feel it. She unwillingly started to picture the two of them together, and her need became to much than she could handle. She started tugging at her clothing to attempt to satisfy herself. Unbeknownst to her, someone (something?) watched her intently through her apartment window. It chuckled to it's self and stayed hidden, watching Elisa relieve herself. *** Jerry looked at the unusual creatures before him with fascination. They ignored him, intent on watching their old model television set. He looked up to Goliath with a smile. "So these are the clones?" "Yes." Goliath replied, with an angry growl. "Abominations of human science!" "Goliath, please!" Jerry protested. "They can't help what they are!" Goliath growled again, then turned away from him. "You sound just like Elisa!" "So this Talon you tell me of." he said, trying to change the subject. "He is teaching them?" "Yes I am." Talon said, walking through an archway with a large meat sandwich in his hand. "But aside from Delilah, they're all hopeless! I just can't teach them!" "I could!" Jerry said, eagerly. "Really?" Talon asked. "How?" Goliath inquired, gesturing towards the six clones who still weren't paying any attention to anything but their television. "I told you Goliath." Jerry replied, with a smile. "When you live as long as I have, you learn a lot." He walked up to the clones, then looked to Talon. "What have you been teaching them?" "The alphabet seems to be their strong point." Talon replied, sceptically. "Okay!" Jerry said, using his ring to pull the sandwich out of Talons hand with an invisible force. "Hey!" Talon protested, angrily. Jerry ignored him and held the sandwich up in front of the clones. "Who wants a sandwich?" Talon scowled at Jerry angrily. Jerry continued to ignore him, keeping his attention on the clones, who were looking hungrily at potential meal in his hands. "You all know the alphabet right?" Jerry asked, waving the sandwich in front of their faces. The five gargoyles nodded eagerly. "And you know what sound all the letters make?" He continued. They took a brief look at each other, then turned back to Jerry and nodded again. "Okay." he said walking closer to the five clones. "The first one of you to tell me what letter the word 'sandwich' starts with can have this." They all began scratching their heads, and started to look like school children, eagre to learn. "Z?" the small blue one asked. "No." Jerry replied. "But that was a nice try Brentwood." "S!" The large Broadway clone announced. "Very good Hollywood!" Jerry said, throwing him his reward. Hollywood beamed proudly as he shoved the entire sandwich into his mouth and chewed it thoroughly. The other clones looked hungrily at Hollywood as he swallowed the bread and meat and then stared disapprovingly at Jerry. "Don't look at me like that." Jerry protested with a frown. "Gee, my teaching skills are probably a bit rusty. I'll have to learn a be a bit more careful. I've never had students with the capability to rend me limb from limb." "Don't worry guys." Talon said, pointing to the doorway he had come through. "Claw made a whole pile of those sandwiches! He's in the kitchen with Maggie." All of the clones tumbled over each other as they bolted towards the kitchen. Jerry smiled smugly at Talon as he approached him. "Would you be interested in teaching them full time?" Talon asked hopefully. "All I have is time, Talon." he replied, shaking his hand. "I'd be happy to teach them." "Why do you care so much for our kind?" Goliath inquired. Jerry's smile quickly turned to a frown. "It - It's a long story. I'd rather not talk about it." Goliath looked at him curiously but didn't pry. "Very well Jerimiah." he said reassuringly. "I will ask no further questions on the matter." Jerry walked sadly out of two giant metal doors, exiting the labyrinth. "We should get back to the castle Goliath, it's nearly sunrise." Goliath followed him out of the doors after bidding his friends farewell. *** Dominique pressed the button for the top floor, then leaned against the back wall of the elevators interior. She wore a wide smile that lit up her usually nasty exterior. She felt the sensation of the gravity increasing as the elevator began to ascend to the top floor. It stopped with the ding of a bell, and the double doors opened obligingly. She stepped out into her assistants office, and immediately noticed the lifeless figure lying on the floor. "Malcolm!" she called, with an unusual worried tone to her voice. She ran up a
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