Disclaimer: Gargoyles are incredible, but unfortunately, I do not own their awesomeness. Oh, man!
Author's Note: Alrighty, peoples! My ideas are coming faster than I can write. And my new year's resolution for writing isn't working out as well as I thought it would. Oh well. This is a new story idea I got while watching Gargoyles after not having seen it for a good 10 years. This story takes place right after Hunter's Moon (as most fan fictions start because the Goliath Chronicles weren't as good as the first 2 seasons). So, ignore everything that happened after Hunter's Moon, and please read, review, and/ or enjoy Hatred of an Angel. Written by ME!
Ch. 1 – Daydreams
The morning sun rose higher into the sky, its soft rays of light beginning to reflect off of the glass windows of the buildings that were scattered throughout Manhattan. People and cars already covered the sidewalks and streets, beginning another busy day in the city.
Elisa Maza was no different from the surrounding people as she drove down the streets of New York towards the police station. At least, what remained of it after the missile attack.
But she wasn't thinking about the day ahead of her. Her mind was drifting among the clouds as she thought about what had happened that morning… about what had happened between her and Goliath. A smile crossed her face as she remembered the look on the gargoyle's face as he reverted to his stone sleep.
A sudden ringing filled the car, interrupting her daydreams. Reaching into her coat pocket for her cell phone, Elisa used her chin to open it as she kept her left hand on the wheel.
"Hello?"
"Elisa, are you coming to the station at all today?" Her partner's familiar voice drifted out from the small electrical device. Though his voice usually held a stern tone, Elisa could hear a hint of worry and hesitation. And she knew why.
"I'm just fine, Matt. I'm on my way there right now. It'll probably take me about five more minutes."
"All right," Matt answered. The hesitation was still there, but now relief filled his voice. "We're going to need all the help we can get cleaning this place up."
The day seemed to fly by as the NYPD cops worked laboriously, trying to clear out the debris and ruble from the once-whole clock tower. Once they had it cleared, it would be safer for the hired construction workers to rebuild the police station to the way it was before.
The sun was now setting upon Manhattan as the officers began to leave the clock tower. They descended down the stone steps and ladder to the main building where they would lock up their offices for the night, longing to go home and wash off some of the hard day's work.
As the day shift cops punched out, more cops punched in to take their place for the night. Though the night shift wouldn't worry about clean up. It was dangerous; someone could trip and fall off of the building. Plus, with the talk of gargoyles, everyone was scared to be walking about in the open. Everyone, except Elisa.
"It's going to be a while till this place is back to normal," Elisa ran the back of her hand across her brow as she inspected the remaining damage. Even with a full day's work, there was still so much that needed to be done.
Her eyes drifted to the western horizon. The sun had begun its slow descent into the ocean, bringing with it the darkness of night. The stars scattered across the vast sky were becoming more visible with each passing moment.
Almost time. Elisa smiled as she welcomed the new night. They'll be waking up soon.
"I hope your friends aren't planning on moving back here anytime soon." Elisa turned around to find Matt the only remaining cop in the tower. She had thought he'd left with the others. He smiled warmly at his partner.
"No, they're not," Elisa returned the smile. "Xanatos has promised them safety at their old home for saving his son. I'm sure they'll be fine."
"Well, they'll probably be worried if their favorite cop isn't there to greet them when they wake up," Matt cocked his head as he gestured towards the staircase. "Want me to drive you over there?"
Elisa shook her head. "No thanks. You can come, but I don't trust you behind the wheel of my car."
Matt chuckled as he walked over to the stairs, already a few feet in front of Elisa. He was about to walk down when he froze.
"Matt?" Elisa walked over to where her partner stood and looked down. Standing between them and the way out, was a woman.
Her bright red orange hair was pulled up in a ponytail, revealing dull green eyes against her pale skin. Her bright red business suit reached down to her knees. Her appearance seemed familiar to Elisa, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"This place is off limits to civilians," Elisa spoke up, snapping Matt out of his trance. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You might get hurt."
"Correction," a deep, menacing voice emanated from the woman. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on Elisa. "You will get hurt."
Elisa gasped as she recognized the voice, finally realizing who stood before her. "Demona," her eyes narrowed. She grabbed Matt's arm, for he just stood still with a dumb-founded look on his face, and began to slowly inch backwards. She never took her eyes off of Demona as her hand began to inch towards her gun.
"Must we always resort to weapons?" Demona reached the top of the stairs, following Elisa. A devilish smile crossed her face as she held her arms apart, showing to the cops that she had no weapons.
"You never had a problem with them before," Elisa could feel the cool handle of her shot gun against her fingertips.
Demona began to circle around Elisa and Matt. "I thought we could settle this little spat between us hand-to-hand combat style."
"I thought you were done coming after me."
"Just because I haven't been after you personally for a while, doesn't mean I haven't given it some thought. Every plan to get rid of you has failed, thanks to Goliath and the other gargoyles," Demona growled as her fists clenched at her sides. "Now, I'm going to make sure you don't escape death this time!"
"Before you try to kill me, let me ask why? Why do you detest me so much?!" Elisa took firm hold of her shot gun, but kept it hidden behind her back.
"You're the one who made my clan turn! You made them believe that trusting humans was the only way there was, instead of seeking out revenge for the ones that betrayed us one thousand years ago!"
"I didn't make them do anything!" Elisa shouted, anger filling her voice. She knew, no matter what she said, it wouldn't get through Demona's thoughts of rage. But if she didn't try, what else could she do? "I just told them that not all humans are bad! And if they needed someone to trust, I would be there for them!"
"Deceiver! You're no different than every other human on the face of this distrustful world!" The sky grew darker as the sun disappeared from sight. A devilish smile crossed Demona's face as her eyes began to glow a fiery red. "No matter what you say to me, human, both of your lives will end tonight!"
Suddenly, Demona hunched over as her body began to quiver. Her pale skin began to change to a light tint of blue. She began to scream as her back moved in awkward motions, soon to reveal her large wings.
Elisa's eyes widened with horror as she watched Demona's painful transformation. The cop quickly turned to her partner, his eyes also wide.
"Matt, you need to get out of here! Go quickly before she's done changing!"
"What about you?!" Matt roughly grabbed Elisa's hand, ready to drag her along with him. "You can't fight her alone!"
"Trust me, I'll be fine! Now hurry!" Elisa wrenched her hand away from his grasp and pushed him towards the stairs.
A god-awful shriek pierced the room as Demona's transformation was complete. Her wings stretched out revealing her muscular gargoyle body. "Now, where were we?"
Elisa decided not to wait for the first blow as she lunged for Demona and tackled her to the ground. "GO!"
Hesitating for a moment, Matt finally nodded and ran down the stairs. As he quickly descended down the ladder, he listened to the struggle that was occurring between human and gargoyle above him. I'll get the gargoyles, Elisa! I promise, help is on the way! He swore as he flung the door open and raced down the long halls of the police station.
The sound of cracking stone filled the quiet night air as the stone gargoyle statues atop Xanatos Enterprises began to awaken. Their eyes glowed as they let out a loud roar, stretching out their wings and bodies from the long days rest.
"Hm, I'm surprised Elisa's not here," Brooklyn stated, scanning the tower for any familiar trace of their close human friend.
Goliath leapt down from the peak of the tallest tower and landed amongst the rest of his clan. "I'm sure she's busy protecting the city, as should we," he said. Thought he too was disappointed that Elisa wasn't there, after what had happened. He had been looking forward to that night, for the both of them.
"Well, Lexington and I will take the watch tonight," Hudson smiled at their leader, knowing he didn't want to go anywhere that night. "You should stay here in case Elisa shows up later."
Goliath nodded as he locked his eyes with his comrades'. "As always, be careful, my friends."
Hudson and Lexington nodded. They then spread their wings apart and soared down into the sea of lights that was Manhattan.
"C'mon, Bronx, let's go get some breakfast. I'm starved," Broadway patted his stomach as he headed down the familiar route towards the overly-large kitchen. He was excited to be able to have access to it once again. Before he entered a tower, he stopped, then turned to face the young female gargoyle that stood beside Goliath. "You want to come, Angela?"
Angela shook her head and smiled. "No, thank you. I would like to finish the book Moby Dick. I started it yesterday and it was getting good." She waved to the remaining gargoyles, then gracefully descended down another tower towards Xanatos's library.
Broadway shrugged his shoulders, then disappeared within the tower ahead of him, followed happily by their giant watch dog.
Goliath let out a sigh as his gaze rested upon the city again.
"Elisa's a strong human. I'm sure she's fine," Brooklyn attempted to calm his leader's nerves as he rested a hand upon Goliath's broad shoulder.
"I know, but still…" Sure, Elisa wasn't always there. But whenever she was gone, it usually meant trouble.
Elisa and Demona were in an all out brawl as they tumbled and rolled over each other amongst the wreckage of the clock tower.
Occasionally, Elisa would gain the upper hand, having pinned Demona to the ground. But the female gargoyle would quickly reclaim it as she would use her wing, tail, or claw to knock the cop off of her.
Elisa slammed into one of the crumbling walls from another attack. Her recovery from each blow had started to become slower. She took in deep breaths as she used a large concrete block to prop herself up.
Demona breathed heavily as well. Even though she was a lot stronger than most creatures, she wasn't invincible. Even a long struggle using merely strength and wits was enough to tire any gargoyle out.
Not taking her eyes off of Demona, Elisa knew she wouldn't last much longer. She carefully lowered her right arm from the block to rest down at her side. She had to wait for the right moment…
Her moment came quickly enough as Demona's shriek pierced the air once again. The gargoyle then lunged for Elisa, making another attempt to rip out the human's heart.
Elisa quickly took hold of her gun, whipped it in front of her, and fired.
Blood began to flow from the wound as Demona shrieked again, clutching her left side.
"Please…" Elisa panted, her gun shook within her unsteady grasp. "I don't… want to kill you." Only focusing on Demona's pain-struck face, the cop didn't notice the gargoyle's hand begin to slide towards her back.
"Very touching, human," Demona let out a painful chuckle as her hand wrapped around a cool handle. "But that doesn't change my plans for you demise!"
Suddenly, Demona revealed a long dagger from behind her back .Elisa could only watch in horror, the blade glistening in the moonlight as it came down too quickly for her to dodge and sliced across her left arm.
Elisa screamed as she felt the fine tip slice through her delicate skin like paper. Pain shot through the arm, numbing her fingertips. She immediately dropped her gun, bringing her right hand over to cover the wound, to stop the bleeding.
She began to step backwards, wanting to get away from the crazed gargoyle. But she didn't get far as her third step back touched nothing but air.
Elisa quickly looked over her shoulder. She had reached the edge, and now she was falling. She felt herself falling towards the pavement below.
Unexpectedly, Elisa felt a hand grab her right wrist. She winced in pain as her savior squeezed her arm, lifting her back up towards the tower.
Goliath? Elisa's hope was quickly demolished as she saw that her savior was Demona. But the gargoyle didn't plant the cop's feet upon the solid ground of the clock tower. She held Elisa away from the ledge, leaving her to dangle over the busy streets of Manhattan. She glared at the human she held, a smirk twitching at the corner of her mouth.
"Is this your… plan, Demona?!" Elisa shouted over the wind. "To make me believe I'm… going to die?!"
Demona chuckled. "No, you will die, but I will make you suffer the same way I have all these years first!"
Elisa could feel Demona's grip loosening. Her last response was to take one last look at the tall skyscraper that housed and protected her friends from prying eyes. And she could only imagine Goliath's face as Demona let her fall.