An Angel for the Damnned
A fanfic by: Fallen Angel of the Light
Author's note: Don't own anything from this fic except the new guy. Disney please don't sue me. Oh wait, I own your stock. Ha Ha!
"Angela, where are you going?" asked Brooklyn as Angela kicked open a window.
"I just need to get some fresh air," said Angela, turning back to face Brooklyn.
"Want me to go with you?" asked Brooklyn, raising an eyebrow quizzically.
"I'll be fine," replied Angela and before Brooklyn could say anything else she tipped backwards through the window. Brooklyn ran over to the window and looked down in time to see Angela twist her body and unfurl her dark purple wings. With a sigh he headed into the kitchen to see if Broadway hadn't already emptied the refrigerator.
In truth Angela was not fine. When she slept in stone she had never dreamt. Demona had once told her that Gargoyles couldn't dream and up until now she had believed her estranged mother. But for the last week things had changed. She found herself dreaming a very scary dream. In it she was flying along the Hudson River. As she did she suddenly noticed a strange golden light flying through the air and crashing into the water. As she flew down to investigate all she found were a few small white feathers floating on the water. And then she awoke every time.
"Tonight's different," she mumbled to herself, "Tonight I'm going to the river and I'm not leaving until I get some answers!"
As she neared the river she began to look to the sky. Very near to her, great black storm clouds approached, thunder sounding off in the distance. Angela circled the river and then landed in a tree since she did not like flying during thunderstorms. No sooner had she landed than the storm broke in all of its fury. The wind picked up, rain came down in blankets, and forked lightning flew across the sky. Huddling in her spot, Angela pulled her wings closer to her body and looked out across the river. As a flash of lightning shot across the sky she suddenly saw something flying through the air. Locking on to it with her eyes she opened her wings and leaped off the branch. Climbing as much as she could in the harsh wind. She struggled to keep up with the mysterious winged creature. As she rose above its altitude she pulled her wings back and went into a long dive.
With a thud she crashed into the mysterious creature and sent it flying into the river. Rising from the hit, she circled once and then started gliding down towards the water. As she grew within a foot of the water a long human hand suddenly broke the surface and grabbed her neck. Before she could scream the hand pulled her under the water. She clawed at the hand as hard as she could but it would not release itself. Her eyes turned blood red and she felt the raw power flow in her veins but it was too late. She was running out of air. She couldn't breathe. She was blacking out…"
"Christ, wake up!" a voice yelled at Angela hoarsely as she felt two strong hands push into the flesh slightly above her left breast. Feeling something rising in her throat, Angela's eyes shot open and she turned on her side and began to throw up the muddy water of the river.
"Thank God!" the voice yelled and Angela turned to see who had saved her. The voice belonged to a man. He was tall but gangly, and had rich chocolate skin that was complimented by short black hair and gray eyes. He wore no shoes, a pair of ragged khaki pants that had numerous pockets on it, and what appeared to be a silver chest plate with a glowing green crystal in the center.
Leaping back, Angela shot out her tail and grabbed the man's ankles. Pulling hard she sent him tumbling to the ground and leaped on top of him. Reaching up with once hand she bared her fangs and roared, "Give me one reason on why I shouldn't kill you right now!"
"Why do you want to kill that log?" came a quizzical voice from behind her. Turning around, she gasped in surprise to see the mysterious stranger standing next to a tree with a smile on his face. Looking back she found that she was crouched upon a huge log.
"Who are you?" she asked as she stood up quietly.
"Oh you don't know me Angela, daughter of Goliath and Demona," said the young man, "But I assure you I know you very well."
"What are you talking about?" demanded Angela, who had been approaching him with a violent look in her eyes.
"Don't you recognize me? I've been in your dreams all week," said the young man with a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Who are you?" repeated Angela.
"I am the missing child of Overon," said the young man with a growing smile, "My name is Angelo."
"What?" asked Angela in astonishment
"You know it's a little cold out here," said Angelo without missing a beat, "Let's go somewhere a little warmer."
There was a bright flash and Angela suddenly found herself sitting in a chair in the middle of a smoky room. The festive sounds of mariachis hit her ears and she was startled to find that she looked completely human and was wearing a long slinky red dress that had a long slit running up to her mid-thigh.
Across the table she saw Angelo sitting, still in his pants and breastplate, but minus the large wings.
"Where are we?" asked Angela staring around, "And why do I look human?"
"We're in the nice quaint town of Dose Amigos, on the border of Texas and Mexico," said Angelo airily, "And I used my powers to make us both appear human. No one can tell the difference. Not even us."
A waiter appeared, put down chips and salsa along with glasses of water, and then said something in Spanish. Angelo looked up at the waiter with a smile and proceeded to reply in the same language. The waiter gave a nod of approval and then left allowing Angela and Angelo to return to their conversation.
"I hope you like chicken tacos, these guys make the absolute best," said Angelo with a smile and leaned back in his chair.
"So what am I doing here?" asked Angela again and reached for a chip.
"Well, as I told you before I am the missing child of Overon, although he's not likely to admit that. You see, Overon was never quite all that faithful to his wife (though you could say the same for her) and there were many illegitimate children. Every two hundred years he calls for them to present themselves to him. He can't stand his wife truth be told but he adores his children," said Angelo growing serious, "So anyways about three hundred years ago I was born. My mother was a gargoyle," he saw Angela's eyes shoot wide and added, "But she wasn't Demona, and my father was Overon. Anyways as you know, when two different kinds of creatures mate the result can be somewhat…interesting. I received my mother's wings and her gargoyle strength and power. But Overon gave me magical abilities, and those powers turned my wings to feathers instead of the skin that yours is."
"You make it sound like this was a bad thing," interrupted Angela slightly confused.
"Oh, it was," replied Angelo, "I was shunned your kind because I was not full gargoyle and yet Overon's family hated me because I was not full magic-blooded like they were."
"So what happened?" asked Angela with interest coming into her voice.
"I've was exiled as soon as I could take care of myself. And so I've spent the last three hundred years as a warrior. I've been under the command of George Washington, I was the executioner of the King and Queen of France, I was a resistance fighter in Europe, and I was a leader of the Vietcong.
Here he paused as the waiter returned to their table carrying two steaming plates of tacos. With a small motion, Angelo urged Angela to eat. Without taking her eyes off of him, she grabbed one of the tacos firmly and took a small bite. Instantly the exotic tastes of the food overcame her taste buds. Looking up at Angelo she exclaimed, "These are delicious!"
"I've always had a liking for Mexican food myself," said Angelo taking a bite out of his own. The two ate silently for many minutes, the sound of them chewing only stopping occasionally for them to drink water. Finally, after the plates had been cleaned of just about every morsel of food, Angela asked, "So if all you're saying is true, why have you now come to New York."
Sitting up straight, Angelo's gaze suddenly locked straight on to Angela's. In a voice that was little more than a whisper, he said, "Because something is going down. There is some great evil that is about to be released and I do not anything more about it."
"How do you know this?" asked Angela in the same hushed tone.
Pointing to his breastplate at the center where the small green crystal sat he said, "This is the Dragon's Heart Gem. It can sense where a great evil is or will be. And when it senses it will teleport me there. Last week it glowed for me. And that is why I am here. I will hunt down this evil and destroy it, for I believe your entire city is this creature's prey."
Stay tuned for more from your favorite psycho.
A fanfic by: Fallen Angel of the Light
Author's note: Don't own anything from this fic except the new guy. Disney please don't sue me. Oh wait, I own your stock. Ha Ha!
"Angela, where are you going?" asked Brooklyn as Angela kicked open a window.
"I just need to get some fresh air," said Angela, turning back to face Brooklyn.
"Want me to go with you?" asked Brooklyn, raising an eyebrow quizzically.
"I'll be fine," replied Angela and before Brooklyn could say anything else she tipped backwards through the window. Brooklyn ran over to the window and looked down in time to see Angela twist her body and unfurl her dark purple wings. With a sigh he headed into the kitchen to see if Broadway hadn't already emptied the refrigerator.
In truth Angela was not fine. When she slept in stone she had never dreamt. Demona had once told her that Gargoyles couldn't dream and up until now she had believed her estranged mother. But for the last week things had changed. She found herself dreaming a very scary dream. In it she was flying along the Hudson River. As she did she suddenly noticed a strange golden light flying through the air and crashing into the water. As she flew down to investigate all she found were a few small white feathers floating on the water. And then she awoke every time.
"Tonight's different," she mumbled to herself, "Tonight I'm going to the river and I'm not leaving until I get some answers!"
As she neared the river she began to look to the sky. Very near to her, great black storm clouds approached, thunder sounding off in the distance. Angela circled the river and then landed in a tree since she did not like flying during thunderstorms. No sooner had she landed than the storm broke in all of its fury. The wind picked up, rain came down in blankets, and forked lightning flew across the sky. Huddling in her spot, Angela pulled her wings closer to her body and looked out across the river. As a flash of lightning shot across the sky she suddenly saw something flying through the air. Locking on to it with her eyes she opened her wings and leaped off the branch. Climbing as much as she could in the harsh wind. She struggled to keep up with the mysterious winged creature. As she rose above its altitude she pulled her wings back and went into a long dive.
With a thud she crashed into the mysterious creature and sent it flying into the river. Rising from the hit, she circled once and then started gliding down towards the water. As she grew within a foot of the water a long human hand suddenly broke the surface and grabbed her neck. Before she could scream the hand pulled her under the water. She clawed at the hand as hard as she could but it would not release itself. Her eyes turned blood red and she felt the raw power flow in her veins but it was too late. She was running out of air. She couldn't breathe. She was blacking out…"
"Christ, wake up!" a voice yelled at Angela hoarsely as she felt two strong hands push into the flesh slightly above her left breast. Feeling something rising in her throat, Angela's eyes shot open and she turned on her side and began to throw up the muddy water of the river.
"Thank God!" the voice yelled and Angela turned to see who had saved her. The voice belonged to a man. He was tall but gangly, and had rich chocolate skin that was complimented by short black hair and gray eyes. He wore no shoes, a pair of ragged khaki pants that had numerous pockets on it, and what appeared to be a silver chest plate with a glowing green crystal in the center.
Leaping back, Angela shot out her tail and grabbed the man's ankles. Pulling hard she sent him tumbling to the ground and leaped on top of him. Reaching up with once hand she bared her fangs and roared, "Give me one reason on why I shouldn't kill you right now!"
"Why do you want to kill that log?" came a quizzical voice from behind her. Turning around, she gasped in surprise to see the mysterious stranger standing next to a tree with a smile on his face. Looking back she found that she was crouched upon a huge log.
"Who are you?" she asked as she stood up quietly.
"Oh you don't know me Angela, daughter of Goliath and Demona," said the young man, "But I assure you I know you very well."
"What are you talking about?" demanded Angela, who had been approaching him with a violent look in her eyes.
"Don't you recognize me? I've been in your dreams all week," said the young man with a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Who are you?" repeated Angela.
"I am the missing child of Overon," said the young man with a growing smile, "My name is Angelo."
"What?" asked Angela in astonishment
"You know it's a little cold out here," said Angelo without missing a beat, "Let's go somewhere a little warmer."
There was a bright flash and Angela suddenly found herself sitting in a chair in the middle of a smoky room. The festive sounds of mariachis hit her ears and she was startled to find that she looked completely human and was wearing a long slinky red dress that had a long slit running up to her mid-thigh.
Across the table she saw Angelo sitting, still in his pants and breastplate, but minus the large wings.
"Where are we?" asked Angela staring around, "And why do I look human?"
"We're in the nice quaint town of Dose Amigos, on the border of Texas and Mexico," said Angelo airily, "And I used my powers to make us both appear human. No one can tell the difference. Not even us."
A waiter appeared, put down chips and salsa along with glasses of water, and then said something in Spanish. Angelo looked up at the waiter with a smile and proceeded to reply in the same language. The waiter gave a nod of approval and then left allowing Angela and Angelo to return to their conversation.
"I hope you like chicken tacos, these guys make the absolute best," said Angelo with a smile and leaned back in his chair.
"So what am I doing here?" asked Angela again and reached for a chip.
"Well, as I told you before I am the missing child of Overon, although he's not likely to admit that. You see, Overon was never quite all that faithful to his wife (though you could say the same for her) and there were many illegitimate children. Every two hundred years he calls for them to present themselves to him. He can't stand his wife truth be told but he adores his children," said Angelo growing serious, "So anyways about three hundred years ago I was born. My mother was a gargoyle," he saw Angela's eyes shoot wide and added, "But she wasn't Demona, and my father was Overon. Anyways as you know, when two different kinds of creatures mate the result can be somewhat…interesting. I received my mother's wings and her gargoyle strength and power. But Overon gave me magical abilities, and those powers turned my wings to feathers instead of the skin that yours is."
"You make it sound like this was a bad thing," interrupted Angela slightly confused.
"Oh, it was," replied Angelo, "I was shunned your kind because I was not full gargoyle and yet Overon's family hated me because I was not full magic-blooded like they were."
"So what happened?" asked Angela with interest coming into her voice.
"I've was exiled as soon as I could take care of myself. And so I've spent the last three hundred years as a warrior. I've been under the command of George Washington, I was the executioner of the King and Queen of France, I was a resistance fighter in Europe, and I was a leader of the Vietcong.
Here he paused as the waiter returned to their table carrying two steaming plates of tacos. With a small motion, Angelo urged Angela to eat. Without taking her eyes off of him, she grabbed one of the tacos firmly and took a small bite. Instantly the exotic tastes of the food overcame her taste buds. Looking up at Angelo she exclaimed, "These are delicious!"
"I've always had a liking for Mexican food myself," said Angelo taking a bite out of his own. The two ate silently for many minutes, the sound of them chewing only stopping occasionally for them to drink water. Finally, after the plates had been cleaned of just about every morsel of food, Angela asked, "So if all you're saying is true, why have you now come to New York."
Sitting up straight, Angelo's gaze suddenly locked straight on to Angela's. In a voice that was little more than a whisper, he said, "Because something is going down. There is some great evil that is about to be released and I do not anything more about it."
"How do you know this?" asked Angela in the same hushed tone.
Pointing to his breastplate at the center where the small green crystal sat he said, "This is the Dragon's Heart Gem. It can sense where a great evil is or will be. And when it senses it will teleport me there. Last week it glowed for me. And that is why I am here. I will hunt down this evil and destroy it, for I believe your entire city is this creature's prey."
Stay tuned for more from your favorite psycho.