Soul Mates, Part I
by Krystiana Slinky (krystiana@geocities.com)
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Are you actually reading this, or are you just going to skip it like most
people do? Well, if you are, then I guess you are patient and like reading
nonsense.
Anyway, Gargoyles belong to Disney/Buena Vista, all right? They aren't
mine, but I am sure you know that since you are reading this, and likes
Gargoyles. This story, however, is mine. You can't steal my idea. It's all
mine!!!!!!!!!!!!
Calm down, Krys...
Okay, now, if you are going to read this, you must read these other stories
first:
Music Says It All
To Live Again, Part I
To Live Again, Part II
Echoes of the Future
Companionship
The Gate (co-authored by Kristafori)
I've also written something called "Temptation," but that is a whole other
universe, which was aptly named "The Altered Universe" by a friend of mine.
However, if you like seeing Brooklyn acting evil, I strongly recommend it. :)
If you know me, this is the first of what I plan on releasing a story at
least bi-weekly. My normal stories take anywhere from two days to a few
weeks(+ one day for editing). But after school started again, I fell
behind. :( So, anyway, I plan on releasing a story every other Friday.
Okey-doke? Good.
This story is dedicated to my friend, Molly, AKA Banshee. (Yes, Molly is
her real name.) She helped me come up with this story idea. We actually got
the idea from walking around down at the Plaza, and we saw a movie poster
for "The Devil's Advocate." We had no idea what it was about, and this idea
sprung into our heads. Okay? So this is dedicated to her!
And we're off!!!!
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{Future Tense}
Brooklyn: Are you all right, my love?
"Previously on Gargoyles...."
Demona: Yes, now that I'm back in your arms.
{Hound of Ulster}
Banshee: Oberon wants his children to return to Avalon. But know this - I
will not return.
{The Gathering, Part I}
[Weird Sisters carrying Banshee]
Banshee: Release me!
Oberon: You pride yourself on your siren voice. And so your voice will be
taken away until we see humilty in your silent plea.
[Oberon placing the metal plate on Ban-shee's mouth]
{Music Says It All}
Demona: I love you, Brooklyn.
{The Gate}
Demona: I can't stay. I've learned how to forgive humans, now I have to
forgive myself.
Brooklyn: I'll go with-
Demona: No. I have to do this alone.
Demona: Goodbye, my love.
[Demona gliding away, Brooklyn looking after her, and the clan watching him]
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Soul Mates
Part I
The gargoyle swooped around the Aerie Building before finally making a
landing in the middle of the courtyard. He had a rather sour look on his face.
Brooklyn was in a bad mood, and he intended to let people to know it.
But the rest of the clan already knew it, and they avoided him.
Which made his already bad mood into a XXXXed mood.
No gargoyle likes to be avoided. Especially after finding love, and then so
narrowly losing it again. He knew he would get her back one day, but he
knew that could be centuries.
No one had even seen Demona for a few months. Angela missed her, but she
had Broadway to comfort her. Brooklyn was in more pain, and although the
clan knew it, Brooklyn had become a mystery to them. When they tried to
help him, he pushed them away.
He stalked into the castle, his face unchanging. He turned into the
entertainment room and turned on the CD player. He had listened to music,
trying to keep his mind off Demona, but whatever her listened to reminded
him of her. Sheryl Crow, because of the dream he had of Demona dancing to
it. Alanis Morisette, because of the dream Lex had told him about. Even
White Town, with the "Your Woman," song, somehow he just thought of her.
Tonight he wanted to think of her. He brought out one album, one Elisa had
bought for him a few weeks ago, trying to cheer him up. It was Space,
Spiders album. He put the CD in the player and fast-tracked to Track 5,
"Me and You Vs. the World."
"I first met you hanging knickers on the line
From that moment on I knew that there could only be one outcome
Me and you against the world forever
You have no folks
And I'm just a joke
But we made a vow that we would never sell each other out
A lie detector wouldn't make me doubt you
Now we know that its us versus the world now
Me and you against the world now
Look up there in the sky now
See the stars, well, they're shining just for us
Hey now, me and you against the world now
Look up there in the sky now
See the stars, well, they're shining just for us."
Brooklyn stopped the player. He knew the rest of the song, but he loved the
chorus. The rest of the song was about two robbers and they were shot while
they were trying to get away. In the end, they were lying dying in each
others arms.
Brooklyn smiled slightly. ~What else will humans write about?~ he thought.
~They'll sing about anything just to make money.~ He fast-tracked to the
last track, Track 14. It was a musical song, with no vocals. It was called
"Growler."
He sat back, letting the music wash around him. He closed his eyes and
imagined Demona. He saw her eyes, her wild red hair, her soft blue-green
skin. Everything about her that used to drive him up the wall, he now loved.
The song came to and end, but he didn't get up to stop the player. He
wanted silence.
He got sixty seconds of it. The CD player started another song, one that he
hadn't heard before. The music was inticing, and he sat up to see who had
changed the CD.
No one was there, and the CD was on Track 15. he picked up the case and
looked at the back. There wasn't a Track 15, according to the label. The
song itself explained it, though. The mystery of why the album was called
"Spiders" was revealed.
"In twenty years from now I want to be nowhere
I live life day by day just sitting in the same chair
If it wasn't for you I'd have taken you
You gave me a brand new meaning, an extra season
And all of this from a girl who's
Scared of the spiders and she's scared of the dark
She's scared of the boogeymen in the dark
But if anybody comes her way I know she'll cut their bones off
They wrote a book about her
Its taken the place of the Holy Bible
I'd send her to the stars but the universe couldn't handle an eagle
If it wasn't for you I'd have taken you
You gave me a brand new meaning, an extra season
And all of this from a girl who's
Scared of the spiders and she's scared of the dark
She's scared of the boogeymen in the dark
But if anybody comes her way I know she'll cut their
bones off
Scared of the spiders and she's scared of the dark
She's scared of the boogeymen in the dark
But if anybody comes her way I know she'll cut their
bones off."
Brooklyn stopped the CD player, his beak open wide. The song described
Demona almost perfectly. She was one of the bravest gargoyles Brooklyn had
ever known. But she was scared of the boogeymen, which were her own
personal ghosts, her guilt.
* * *
Ani DiFranco blasted out the window of Nightstone Unlimited.
Demona was definately not happy, either.
As much as she wanted to reform, she knew she couldn't. She had started
being nicer to her employees, giving them raises, even complementing them
on their work regularly, but nothing helped. What could you do when you had
tried to destroy the human race a year ago?
Demona stood up and began pacing. Angela was growing up with a human for a
mother. Not that Elisa didn't make a good mother, but Demona wanted to be
there for her daughter.
One more face floated into her mind, and this time it didn't leave.
Brooklyn was still younger that her, but she loved him more than she had
ever loved Goliath or Thailog.
Demona had no idea why she was listening to this human music, she just knew
it eased her pains.
Except for one, a pain that wouldn't die until she could once again be
wrapped in Brooklyn's strong, red, arms. She never knew it was possible to
love someone this much. It hurt to be away from him.
She turned to the window. *Brooklyn?* she cried out silently to him. There
was no answer. ~Proabaly out of range,~ she thought bitterly. ~He is on the
other side of Manahattan.~
* * *
Not anymore, at least. Brooklyn was gliding around Nightstone Unlimited
when Demona called out to him. He didn't dare give his presence away. As
much as he wanted to see her, he wouldn't.
Goliath had seen how much pain Brooklyn was in, and had said he could go
and stay with Demona, to help her along her journey. Brooklyn refused,
saying he had a responsibility to the clan, and couldn't abandon them.
Besides, Demona said she wanted to be alone.
Brooklyn landed on the ledge of a different window. He had to just look at
her, to try and soothe something. He pressed himself up against the glass.
There she was, looking so very solemn. He firey red hair reflected in the
dim light. Her eyes were closed at the moment, head down, arms crossed.
Brooklyn pressed himself farther onto the glass as all the memories he had
of Demona, good and bad, swung past him.
When she had talked privately to him that first time after they woke up, he
felt something for her, but it wasn't love. At least he didn't think so.
When she stroked the side of his beak he felt a surging passion, but not love.
But his feelings had finally come out. His true feelings. He admitted them,
and they managed to push the rage away.
~Didn't it?~
* * *
Demona wanted to just even see Brooklyn's shadow. She knew it was a million
to negative one chances of seeing him, but she didn't care. Thinking of him
made her feel better and worse at the same time.
She loved everything about him. His snow-white hair, his beautiful eyes,
his sense of humor, even his sprouted beak. He was younger that her, but he
matched her with everything. Besides, in a few years, he would be the same
age as her.
But then a few years after that, he would be older than her, and keep
growing. She knew that they wouldn't die together, despite how much she
wanted it. He would die, and she would still live...
With a moan, she sank to the ground.
* * *
Brooklyn saw Demona fall. He gasped, worried that something was wrong. He
turned to the edge of the window, searching for some sort of latch to open
it. His sensitive talons ran along the side, and finally caught on a latch.
Pulling it up, he rushed inside.
He ran to her side and hugged her, picking her up. Demona gasped and opened
her eyes. A broad smile spread across her face and she threw her arms
around Brooklyn's neck.
"My love!" she shouted. "How...never mind. I'm just so happy to see you
again!" She kissed each side of his beak and then planted a final kiss on
his lips. Brooklyn returned the kiss, holding on tightly to her. Thinking
back to the Castle Wyvern days, he remembered something that mates often did.
Extending his wings, he wrapped his wings around both of them. Demona
smiled and laid her head on his chest. Brooklyn smiled down at her.
They stayed that way for what seemed to be a long time. Demona finally drew
away from Brooklyn. He then put a talon under her chin and tilted her head
up at him. It had not occured to him until then that he was now taller than
her. Smiling, he bent down on one knee. Taking one of her hands in his own,
he stroked her face, almost relishing in her beauty.
"My love," he began, half-closing his eyes. "A few months ago I was moping
that I would never have a mate, or anyone who would love me. But now, I see
what I should have seen before - you are the most beautiful gargoyle I have
ever seen."
Demona blushed. "I never though of you as a poet, my love."
Brooklyn grinned. "Just say you're seeing a whole new side of me," he said.
"Just like I saw a whole new side of you." Brooklyn drew her back into the
embrace they were in before, but Demona pulled back.
"My turn," she said, smiling mysteriously. "Brooklyn, after Thailog, I
thought I could never trust another again. But you forgave me despite all I
have done, especially to you." She paused, frowning. "I realize I have
never been...accomodating towards humans, or the clan, but you forgave me,
and you were the first to forgive me, even though you were the one who
hated me the most."
Brooklyn began to protest, but she placed a hand over his beak. "After what
happened with Angela, I began to realize that what I wanted was stupid.
That what I wanted had cost me everything that mattered to me. That what I
wanted wasn't right, and just... evil."
"But you weren't evil!" Brooklyn interuppted. "You just didn't understand
humanity. And after everything that humanity had done to you, you still
forgave them. And you are surprised that I forgave you?"
Demona looked down. "Brooklyn...I am afraid about something."
"What?"
Demona looked up at him, searching his eyes for an answer to the question
she was about to ask. "I am afraid about the future."
Brooklyn looked puzzled. "But there's Krys..."
Demona shook her head. "I mean the future after that. Brooklyn, I am afraid
about your death." Brooklyn's features melted into understanding. "I am
afraid...I am immortal and you are not." She turned away from him. "What am
I to do about it?"
Brookly placed his taloned hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about that
now."
Demona smiled, turning back to him. "You're right. That is a long time from
now." Smiling, she ran back into his arms.
* * *
AVALON
The green heisan figure floated into the empty hall. Only Oberon was still
there, looking rather bored. As the figure floated closer, he looked up.
"Banshee," Oberon stated. The Banshee looked down as Oberon sat up. "I
wager you are here to plead for your voice to be returned to you." She nodded.
Oberon sighed and rose a hand. The metal plate over the Banshee's mouth
melted away. "Your silence has shown us your humilty. Although there is
still very little, it has grown since you...arrived here again. See that it
still grows, child."
The Banshee smiled at Oberon with sincere gratitude. "Thank you, my lord
Oberon." She turned to leave, and then stopped. ~He wants me to show
humilty,~ she thought to herself. She turned back to her father, her lord.
"Is there anything I can do in return?"
Oberon looked sincerly surprised. "Not now, Banshee. Perhaps at a later time."
Banshee nodded and smiled once more, and then she took her leave.
* * *
"Hey, look, our sister finally got her voice back!" The image of the young
Peter Maza laughed as the Banshee appeared.
The Banshee turned at her brother's voice. "Coyote," she sneered. "Must you
always torment me?"
Coyote laughed again. "Of course," he stated. His face darkened suddenly.
"With Puck gone...someone has to take his place!" Coyote sighed. "But I
can't fill his shoes."
Numerous others around him nodded in agreement and faces quickly turned
sour. Using the sorrow as a distraction, the Banshee flashed away from the
room into her own private quarters.
"They always torment me!" She screeched. The walls around began to shake at
the sound of her voice. She calmed down a bit. ~I don't want Lord Oberon
after me again.~
She sneered at the thought. ~LORD Oberon, indeed. If I had the power...~
She smiled suddenly. ~Maybe it is time for a visit to the mortal world. And
since time passes slower here then in the real world, I can have a few days
before someone notices I am gone!~
In a flash, she dissappeared.
* * *
MANHATTAN
The child of Oberon walked along in her mortal form. Molly fit right in
with the rest of the crowd. In Ireland it was much easier to steal things,
but here it would probably be harder, and she did not want to test her luck.
She turned the corner and ran into a tall man, and she fell to the ground.
To a mortal, he would look threatening. The man had a leering face, and had
eyes for Molly. He plastered a false smile on his face.
"Aw, I'm sorry, Sweetheart," he said, helping her up. "I'm always running
into people." He looked her over again. "But I ain't never ran into any as
pretty as you."
Molly smiled, acting flattered. "Thank ye, sir. Might I have yer name?"
"My name is Paul," he said. "That's quite an accent you've got there. Were
are you from?"
"Ireland," she said. "I just moved here about a month ago, and it's still a
might bit confusing."
The man laughed. "I've lived here all my life, and it's still confusing.
What's your name?"
"Molly."
"Can I buy you a drink, Molly?"
* * *
The body fell to the ground with a thump. Molly looked around to see if
anyone had seen what happened. No one was near.
Walking away, she felt satisfied. ~Using mortals is almost untraceable,~
she thought. ~The police can't accuse someone who doesn't exist.~
Molly continued walking out of the shadowed alley. ~I'll need a few more,
though.~
* * *
Brooklyn looked out the window over Demona's head. Seeing the lightening
sky, he groaned.
"My love?" Demona looked up at him. "What is it?"
"It's almost dawn."
Demona sighed and put her head back on his shoulder. "I wish this night
would never end."
"All good things must come to an end," Brooklyn stated, stroking her hair.
He kissed her on top of her head and stood up. "Don't want you trapped the
entire day." He knelt on the ground and looked up at Demona with a grin on
his face. "Until the sun goes down, my love."
The sun peaked over the building. Brooklyn slept with a smile on his face.
* * *
Dominique Destine glanced at the sun setting out of the corner of her eye.
Dismissing her workers, she ran into the back room where Brooklyn was
sleeping. She quickly changed into her usual garments - her loincloth and
jewelry. Just as she setting her tiara on her head, the sun set.
She cringed as her wings sprang from her back. Her skin darkened to her
teal color, and as her gargoyle features came back, her battle cry echoed
across the room.
As the transformation ended, behind her, she heard a crash of stone as
Brooklyn awoke. Demona turned around to see the red gargoyle stretching his
wings.
"How was your day, my love?" Brooklyn asked, hugging her.
"Boring as hell," Demona replied, snuggling into his wings.
Brooklyn's face suddenly fell. Demona noticed this, and she looked up at
her love with concern. "Brooklyn?"
"It's just...I haven't forgotten the night you tricked me into stealing the
Grimorum," Brooklyn said.
Now Demona's face had darkened. "That."
"Yeah, that." Brooklyn sighed. "There are times when I don't know whether
to kiss you or kill you. I get next to you, and I can't think straight."
Demona suddenly lightened up. "What's to think about? You feel the
connection betweem us as strong as I do." She started to talk in a French
accent, making an amazing impression of the old romance movies. "We are
soul mates. We are fated to be together."
Brooklyn drew her closer. "Maybe we're cursed." Demona chuckled and kissed
him.
Brooklyn sighed again. "I have to go back, you know. They'll be worried
about me."
Demona nodded. "I understand."
"I'll come back more often, if you'd like."
"No. I still have to sort things out." Then she smiled. "I'll come to the
castle when I'm ready."
Brooklyn nodded solemnly. "All right, love." With that, he glided out the
window.
* * *
Brooklyn shook his head and grinned as he glided back to the castle. Every
time he saw her, he loved her more. And now that he had gotten the guilt
thing off his chest, he loved her even more than ever.
A high pitched scream echoed through the air. Brooklyn looked down and saw
a young woman being chased into an alley by three not-so-nice looking
fellows. ~Always the alley,~ Brooklyn thought tiredly as he dropped down to
do the routine.
The woman was actually very pretty, by human standards, and that was
probably the reason she was being chased. She didn't look rich by any
standards. In fact, she looked rather like a girl that was not-so-nice
either. She had short, dyed red hair, and hazel eyes that seemed to suck
you into the depths. She was wearing a red mid-riff and a leather jacket.
"Get away from me, low-life," she yelled. She had an incredibly thick Irish
accent.
"And who is gonna make us, sweet cheeks?" The leader asked. "We just want a
little...monkey dance, so to speak."
~They want to rape her!~ Brooklyn realized. Eyes lighting up, he jumped
into the light. "I don't think so."
"OH, MY HOLY XXXXING WORD!" one of the rapists yelled.
"XXXX, it's one of those gargoyle monsters!" the leader hissed to his
partners.
"Excellent deduction, Sherlock!" Brooklyn said. "It must have taken a lot
of brain power to figure that one out."
The third appeared to be having a breakdown. He was hunched against a wall,
head in hands. "Omigodomigodomigod," he kept muttering.
"We'regonnadiewe'regonnadiewe'regonnadie. WE ARE GONNA XXXXING DIE!"
"Relax," Brooklyn said. "I don't kill people unless they XXXX me off."
"Yes, sir..." The leader said, keeping his face straight. Suddenly, he made
a break for it. Brooklyn rolled his eyes and tripped him as he tried to run
past him. The leader landed face down in a mud puddle.
The other two were backing away in fear. The frightened one's eyes finally
rolled back in his head and he fainted.
The final one, seemed to be the most brave, but the most stupid. He threw a
hard swing at Brooklyn and connected with the side of his face. Brooklyn
grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him up.
"Forget it," Brooklyn muttered. He threw the rapist against the wall and
then checked on the girl.
She didn't look shaken at all, but rather awe-struck. "I don't believe this
is happening," she said, more to herself than to him.
* * *
Ms. Destine looked at the clock. 6:25. The sun would set in ten minutes.
She walked into her back room and sat down, waiting for her gargoyle form
to come out.
Business today had been rough. She had interviewed six people for a high
job at Nightstone, but none of them seemed to suit her wants.
Dominique realized she was more tired than she thought. She yawned and
closed her eyes, laying her head back. She wondered how her daughter was
doing. She had forgotten to ask Brooklyn the night before. She yawned again
and looked at the sunset.
It hadn't moved.
Dominique gasped and looked at the clock. It was still 6:25. SHe rubbed her
eyes and looked again. She hadn't seen wrong.
But she knew something was wrong. Looking away from the clock, she saw she
was no longer in Nightstone anymore. She was in Xanatos's office. Dominique
quickly ran outside.
~First time stops, then I get zapped to Wyvern,~ she thought. She looked at
the seven garoyle statues. From the looks of it, Lexington and Broadway had
gotten into a fight and the others were trying to stop them. The sun had
risen before it could be resolved.
She walked up to Brooklyn's statue, who wasdoing nothing but watching
calmly. Placing a hand on the side of his beautiful face. A tear came to
her eyes. She planted a kiss on his forehead, right between the horns. "I
love you," she whispered aloud.
"Love, Demona?" A voice behind her said. She turned around to see Goliath's
statue moving, mocking her. "You no longer know the meaning of the word.
Hate is what you live for now." Hearing the words that he had once said to
her, she gasped.
Angela's statue began crackling. Dominique turned to it in disbelief.
"Angela, my daughter-" she began.
"Daughter?" Angela laughed. "You have no daughter." Dominique shook her
head again as she backed up.
A cold hand planted itself on her shoulder. She ducked to the ground and
turned.
"My love!" she shouted. Brooklyn's statue grinned maniacally at her.
"How could I possibly love you?" he asked her. "You aren't capable of love.
You never were."
It was too much. To be rejected by her one true love and her daughter was
too much. Brooklyn grasped her wrist. Her frail human body didn't stand a
chance. He picked her up and threw her over the edge of the tower.
She was falling. Without her wings, she was doomed. She waited for the
killing blow...
A blow came, but it certainly wasn't killing. A few bruises, maybe, but
that was all. Dominique looked around and saw she was in Elisa Maza'a
apartment.
"Your first direct words to me were `You've just been poisoned.'" Dominique
turned to see Elisa. She was dressed in a long, flowing, white gown.
"That was a long time ago," Demona started.
"Not so long, compared to your long lifespan," Elisa's face began to look
strange.
"But I've learned to forgive humans!" Dominique protested. "I'm still so
sorry for what I did..."
"That sure makes everything better," Elisa said sarcastically. "What's done
is done." To Dominque's horror, Elisa face began melting away. Her entire
body melted into a puddle.
Dominque stared at the puddle on the ground. She got the nerve to creep up
to it.
Suddenly, a hand reached up out of it. She gasped and backed up. Red
talons, and then Brooklyn came out of it.
"Brooklyn?" Dominique asked, sure it wasn't him. Brooklyn just stared
blankly into space.
"My love?" she tried again.
Still no response. Dominique stood up and walked over to him, studying his
face.
Suddenly, a high pitched wail filled the air. Dominique tried to ignore it
at first, but it got louder and louder. She was forced to cover her ears as
it began beating at her ear drums. She sank to her knees and closed her
eyes as the pain became unbearable.
Then, as suddenly as it began, it stopped.
Dominique uncovered her ears hesitantly. She opened one eye, then the
other. In Brooklyn's place was a green blur. It slowly became clearer, and
Dominique squinted at it.
It was obviously a woman, and her hair was purple and long, and it seemed
to fly everywhere, although there was no wind. She was transparent, almost
like a ghost, but Dominique obviously could tell she was fae. "Who-" she
started.
The song started up again, louder than it was before. Dominique screamed
and slapped her hands over her ears. A wave of blackness came over her. She
was going to faint. Dominique tried to think of something besides the
singing, and the noise that was tormenting her ears. But she couldn't fight
any longer.
Finally, she gave into the next wave of darkness, and fainted.
* * *
Demona sat straight up in her room. She hated falling asleep in her
gargoyle form, but she had little choice. Throwing off her blanket, she
shook her head to clear the ringing in her ears.
"I believe the cliched expression `thank goodness it was just a dream' fits
somewhere in here," Demona muttered out loud.
~But what did it mean?~
* * *
Broadway and Angela quickly jumped apart as Brooklyn glided into the
courtyard.
"Hi, Brookl-" Angela began.
"Get out of my way," Brooklyn snarled, pushing Angela with a sweep of his
arm. Angela stared after him as he walked stiffly into the castle.
"What's with him?" Broadway asked.
"I don't know," Angela said. "Something must be wrong. Come on." She
started running after Brooklyn. Broadway quickly followed.
They found him walking down the hallway. "Brooklyn!" Angela said. He turned
and glared at her.
"May I help you?" he said, looking ready to kill either of them.
"What's wrong?" Broadway asked.
"Nothing," Brooklyn said, turning away. "Is that all, or do I have to stay
here and listen to your psycho babble?"
"Don't tell me `nothing,'" Angela said. "We know something is wrong."
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT WHAT I'M THINKING?!" Brooklyn exploded. "Are you
XXXXing psychic? No, I don't think so. You can't read my XXXXing mind, you
don't have to be so fucking concerned about me all the time, because I am
XXXXing older than both of you, so get off my XXXXing back!" A door down
the hallway had opened, and Lexington and Hudson looked out to see what was
going on.
Brooklyn's eyes were glowing white now. "You wanna know if something is
wrong?" he said in a dangerously low voice. "Yeah, something is XXXXing
wrong. But for once in my XXXXing life, I'd like to keep it to myself!"
With that, he stomped down the hall and slammed the door to the room that
Xanatos had given him, making a picture on the wall fall to the ground.
Lexington whistled. "He is XXXXed," he said, putting an accent on each word.
"Yeah," Angela said with heavy sarcasm. "How many XXXXing times did he say
XXXXing?"
Broadway counted. "About seven." Lexington started laughing.
"`Tis not funny, lads." Hudson stared at the door that Brooklyn had
slammed. "Something is seriously botherin' him."
"STOP XXXXING TALKING ABOUT ME!" Brooklyn shouted, his voice still loud,
though muffled through the door. Everyone was silent for a few seconds,
barely daring to breathe.
Broadway coughed. "Eight," he said quietly.
* * *
~I have to see him,~ Demona thought as she glided towards the Eyrie
building at top speed. ~I have to know if he's okay.~
She landed in the courtyard and looked around.
"STOP XXXXING TALKING ABOUT ME!"
Demona's eyes widened at the sound of Brooklyn's voice. She had never heard
him so angry. She quickly rushed inside the castle.
"Angela?" she said, looking at her daughters worried expression.
"Mother?" Angela answered. "You came back!" Smiling, Angela ran into her
mother's arms.
"What is wrong with Brooklyn?" Demona asked Hudson, looking over Angela's
head.
"I wish we knew, lass." Hudson glanced at the shut door again. "I wish we
knew."
"I'll go talk to him." Demona opened the door and walked inside.
Brooklyn was looking out a window, oblivious to Demona's presense. Quietly,
she shut the door, watching to see if Brooklyn would say anything.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" Demona asked. Brooklyn turned
around, growling. "I could hear you yelling all the way out in the courtyard."
Brooklyn shook his head and turned back to the window.
"Answer me," Demona said, growling now as well.
"Why?" Brooklyn asked without turning around. "Is there a law that says I
have to answer every damn question that I'm asked?"
"Be serious, not the clan jester," Demona said quietly. "You are the king,
remember?"
"Yeah," Brooklyn said, unfeeling. "I remember, all right."
"Brooklyn-"
"Get out."
"What?" Demona couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Get out." Brooklyn gripped the window sill. "I don't want to see you
anymore."
"No," Demona whispered quietly.
The rejection stings.
She fled.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Next time on Gargoyles:
Brooklyn: Really, nothing is wrong with me!
Demona: No! My love!
[Elisa firing her gun]
Demona: You'll pay for this! I'll find a way to kill you!
[Banshee laughing]
[Demona leaping at Banshee]
********
"You and Me Versus the World" and "Spiders" are both on the "Spiders" album
of Space. "Spiders" really is on there - on track 15.
Ani DiFranco is her own self, copyrighted by herself, I'll bet. I didn't
put any of her lyrics in here, but she's cool, so I had to mention her. :)
***
In Progress: (in order of coming out)
Soul Mates, Part II: Does true love really conquer all?
The Coven Saga, Part I: Sometimes miracles can happen. But what happens
when the best kept secret is finally revealed?
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In Progress in the "Altered Universe:"
Long Way to Morning
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In Progress in "Future Tense Universe:"
Future Tense, Part I: The Breakaway
by Krystiana Slinky (krystiana@geocities.com)
_________
Are you actually reading this, or are you just going to skip it like most
people do? Well, if you are, then I guess you are patient and like reading
nonsense.
Anyway, Gargoyles belong to Disney/Buena Vista, all right? They aren't
mine, but I am sure you know that since you are reading this, and likes
Gargoyles. This story, however, is mine. You can't steal my idea. It's all
mine!!!!!!!!!!!!
Calm down, Krys...
Okay, now, if you are going to read this, you must read these other stories
first:
Music Says It All
To Live Again, Part I
To Live Again, Part II
Echoes of the Future
Companionship
The Gate (co-authored by Kristafori)
I've also written something called "Temptation," but that is a whole other
universe, which was aptly named "The Altered Universe" by a friend of mine.
However, if you like seeing Brooklyn acting evil, I strongly recommend it. :)
If you know me, this is the first of what I plan on releasing a story at
least bi-weekly. My normal stories take anywhere from two days to a few
weeks(+ one day for editing). But after school started again, I fell
behind. :( So, anyway, I plan on releasing a story every other Friday.
Okey-doke? Good.
This story is dedicated to my friend, Molly, AKA Banshee. (Yes, Molly is
her real name.) She helped me come up with this story idea. We actually got
the idea from walking around down at the Plaza, and we saw a movie poster
for "The Devil's Advocate." We had no idea what it was about, and this idea
sprung into our heads. Okay? So this is dedicated to her!
And we're off!!!!
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{Future Tense}
Brooklyn: Are you all right, my love?
"Previously on Gargoyles...."
Demona: Yes, now that I'm back in your arms.
{Hound of Ulster}
Banshee: Oberon wants his children to return to Avalon. But know this - I
will not return.
{The Gathering, Part I}
[Weird Sisters carrying Banshee]
Banshee: Release me!
Oberon: You pride yourself on your siren voice. And so your voice will be
taken away until we see humilty in your silent plea.
[Oberon placing the metal plate on Ban-shee's mouth]
{Music Says It All}
Demona: I love you, Brooklyn.
{The Gate}
Demona: I can't stay. I've learned how to forgive humans, now I have to
forgive myself.
Brooklyn: I'll go with-
Demona: No. I have to do this alone.
Demona: Goodbye, my love.
[Demona gliding away, Brooklyn looking after her, and the clan watching him]
_________
Soul Mates
Part I
The gargoyle swooped around the Aerie Building before finally making a
landing in the middle of the courtyard. He had a rather sour look on his face.
Brooklyn was in a bad mood, and he intended to let people to know it.
But the rest of the clan already knew it, and they avoided him.
Which made his already bad mood into a XXXXed mood.
No gargoyle likes to be avoided. Especially after finding love, and then so
narrowly losing it again. He knew he would get her back one day, but he
knew that could be centuries.
No one had even seen Demona for a few months. Angela missed her, but she
had Broadway to comfort her. Brooklyn was in more pain, and although the
clan knew it, Brooklyn had become a mystery to them. When they tried to
help him, he pushed them away.
He stalked into the castle, his face unchanging. He turned into the
entertainment room and turned on the CD player. He had listened to music,
trying to keep his mind off Demona, but whatever her listened to reminded
him of her. Sheryl Crow, because of the dream he had of Demona dancing to
it. Alanis Morisette, because of the dream Lex had told him about. Even
White Town, with the "Your Woman," song, somehow he just thought of her.
Tonight he wanted to think of her. He brought out one album, one Elisa had
bought for him a few weeks ago, trying to cheer him up. It was Space,
Spiders album. He put the CD in the player and fast-tracked to Track 5,
"Me and You Vs. the World."
"I first met you hanging knickers on the line
From that moment on I knew that there could only be one outcome
Me and you against the world forever
You have no folks
And I'm just a joke
But we made a vow that we would never sell each other out
A lie detector wouldn't make me doubt you
Now we know that its us versus the world now
Me and you against the world now
Look up there in the sky now
See the stars, well, they're shining just for us
Hey now, me and you against the world now
Look up there in the sky now
See the stars, well, they're shining just for us."
Brooklyn stopped the player. He knew the rest of the song, but he loved the
chorus. The rest of the song was about two robbers and they were shot while
they were trying to get away. In the end, they were lying dying in each
others arms.
Brooklyn smiled slightly. ~What else will humans write about?~ he thought.
~They'll sing about anything just to make money.~ He fast-tracked to the
last track, Track 14. It was a musical song, with no vocals. It was called
"Growler."
He sat back, letting the music wash around him. He closed his eyes and
imagined Demona. He saw her eyes, her wild red hair, her soft blue-green
skin. Everything about her that used to drive him up the wall, he now loved.
The song came to and end, but he didn't get up to stop the player. He
wanted silence.
He got sixty seconds of it. The CD player started another song, one that he
hadn't heard before. The music was inticing, and he sat up to see who had
changed the CD.
No one was there, and the CD was on Track 15. he picked up the case and
looked at the back. There wasn't a Track 15, according to the label. The
song itself explained it, though. The mystery of why the album was called
"Spiders" was revealed.
"In twenty years from now I want to be nowhere
I live life day by day just sitting in the same chair
If it wasn't for you I'd have taken you
You gave me a brand new meaning, an extra season
And all of this from a girl who's
Scared of the spiders and she's scared of the dark
She's scared of the boogeymen in the dark
But if anybody comes her way I know she'll cut their bones off
They wrote a book about her
Its taken the place of the Holy Bible
I'd send her to the stars but the universe couldn't handle an eagle
If it wasn't for you I'd have taken you
You gave me a brand new meaning, an extra season
And all of this from a girl who's
Scared of the spiders and she's scared of the dark
She's scared of the boogeymen in the dark
But if anybody comes her way I know she'll cut their
bones off
Scared of the spiders and she's scared of the dark
She's scared of the boogeymen in the dark
But if anybody comes her way I know she'll cut their
bones off."
Brooklyn stopped the CD player, his beak open wide. The song described
Demona almost perfectly. She was one of the bravest gargoyles Brooklyn had
ever known. But she was scared of the boogeymen, which were her own
personal ghosts, her guilt.
* * *
Ani DiFranco blasted out the window of Nightstone Unlimited.
Demona was definately not happy, either.
As much as she wanted to reform, she knew she couldn't. She had started
being nicer to her employees, giving them raises, even complementing them
on their work regularly, but nothing helped. What could you do when you had
tried to destroy the human race a year ago?
Demona stood up and began pacing. Angela was growing up with a human for a
mother. Not that Elisa didn't make a good mother, but Demona wanted to be
there for her daughter.
One more face floated into her mind, and this time it didn't leave.
Brooklyn was still younger that her, but she loved him more than she had
ever loved Goliath or Thailog.
Demona had no idea why she was listening to this human music, she just knew
it eased her pains.
Except for one, a pain that wouldn't die until she could once again be
wrapped in Brooklyn's strong, red, arms. She never knew it was possible to
love someone this much. It hurt to be away from him.
She turned to the window. *Brooklyn?* she cried out silently to him. There
was no answer. ~Proabaly out of range,~ she thought bitterly. ~He is on the
other side of Manahattan.~
* * *
Not anymore, at least. Brooklyn was gliding around Nightstone Unlimited
when Demona called out to him. He didn't dare give his presence away. As
much as he wanted to see her, he wouldn't.
Goliath had seen how much pain Brooklyn was in, and had said he could go
and stay with Demona, to help her along her journey. Brooklyn refused,
saying he had a responsibility to the clan, and couldn't abandon them.
Besides, Demona said she wanted to be alone.
Brooklyn landed on the ledge of a different window. He had to just look at
her, to try and soothe something. He pressed himself up against the glass.
There she was, looking so very solemn. He firey red hair reflected in the
dim light. Her eyes were closed at the moment, head down, arms crossed.
Brooklyn pressed himself farther onto the glass as all the memories he had
of Demona, good and bad, swung past him.
When she had talked privately to him that first time after they woke up, he
felt something for her, but it wasn't love. At least he didn't think so.
When she stroked the side of his beak he felt a surging passion, but not love.
But his feelings had finally come out. His true feelings. He admitted them,
and they managed to push the rage away.
~Didn't it?~
* * *
Demona wanted to just even see Brooklyn's shadow. She knew it was a million
to negative one chances of seeing him, but she didn't care. Thinking of him
made her feel better and worse at the same time.
She loved everything about him. His snow-white hair, his beautiful eyes,
his sense of humor, even his sprouted beak. He was younger that her, but he
matched her with everything. Besides, in a few years, he would be the same
age as her.
But then a few years after that, he would be older than her, and keep
growing. She knew that they wouldn't die together, despite how much she
wanted it. He would die, and she would still live...
With a moan, she sank to the ground.
* * *
Brooklyn saw Demona fall. He gasped, worried that something was wrong. He
turned to the edge of the window, searching for some sort of latch to open
it. His sensitive talons ran along the side, and finally caught on a latch.
Pulling it up, he rushed inside.
He ran to her side and hugged her, picking her up. Demona gasped and opened
her eyes. A broad smile spread across her face and she threw her arms
around Brooklyn's neck.
"My love!" she shouted. "How...never mind. I'm just so happy to see you
again!" She kissed each side of his beak and then planted a final kiss on
his lips. Brooklyn returned the kiss, holding on tightly to her. Thinking
back to the Castle Wyvern days, he remembered something that mates often did.
Extending his wings, he wrapped his wings around both of them. Demona
smiled and laid her head on his chest. Brooklyn smiled down at her.
They stayed that way for what seemed to be a long time. Demona finally drew
away from Brooklyn. He then put a talon under her chin and tilted her head
up at him. It had not occured to him until then that he was now taller than
her. Smiling, he bent down on one knee. Taking one of her hands in his own,
he stroked her face, almost relishing in her beauty.
"My love," he began, half-closing his eyes. "A few months ago I was moping
that I would never have a mate, or anyone who would love me. But now, I see
what I should have seen before - you are the most beautiful gargoyle I have
ever seen."
Demona blushed. "I never though of you as a poet, my love."
Brooklyn grinned. "Just say you're seeing a whole new side of me," he said.
"Just like I saw a whole new side of you." Brooklyn drew her back into the
embrace they were in before, but Demona pulled back.
"My turn," she said, smiling mysteriously. "Brooklyn, after Thailog, I
thought I could never trust another again. But you forgave me despite all I
have done, especially to you." She paused, frowning. "I realize I have
never been...accomodating towards humans, or the clan, but you forgave me,
and you were the first to forgive me, even though you were the one who
hated me the most."
Brooklyn began to protest, but she placed a hand over his beak. "After what
happened with Angela, I began to realize that what I wanted was stupid.
That what I wanted had cost me everything that mattered to me. That what I
wanted wasn't right, and just... evil."
"But you weren't evil!" Brooklyn interuppted. "You just didn't understand
humanity. And after everything that humanity had done to you, you still
forgave them. And you are surprised that I forgave you?"
Demona looked down. "Brooklyn...I am afraid about something."
"What?"
Demona looked up at him, searching his eyes for an answer to the question
she was about to ask. "I am afraid about the future."
Brooklyn looked puzzled. "But there's Krys..."
Demona shook her head. "I mean the future after that. Brooklyn, I am afraid
about your death." Brooklyn's features melted into understanding. "I am
afraid...I am immortal and you are not." She turned away from him. "What am
I to do about it?"
Brookly placed his taloned hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about that
now."
Demona smiled, turning back to him. "You're right. That is a long time from
now." Smiling, she ran back into his arms.
* * *
AVALON
The green heisan figure floated into the empty hall. Only Oberon was still
there, looking rather bored. As the figure floated closer, he looked up.
"Banshee," Oberon stated. The Banshee looked down as Oberon sat up. "I
wager you are here to plead for your voice to be returned to you." She nodded.
Oberon sighed and rose a hand. The metal plate over the Banshee's mouth
melted away. "Your silence has shown us your humilty. Although there is
still very little, it has grown since you...arrived here again. See that it
still grows, child."
The Banshee smiled at Oberon with sincere gratitude. "Thank you, my lord
Oberon." She turned to leave, and then stopped. ~He wants me to show
humilty,~ she thought to herself. She turned back to her father, her lord.
"Is there anything I can do in return?"
Oberon looked sincerly surprised. "Not now, Banshee. Perhaps at a later time."
Banshee nodded and smiled once more, and then she took her leave.
* * *
"Hey, look, our sister finally got her voice back!" The image of the young
Peter Maza laughed as the Banshee appeared.
The Banshee turned at her brother's voice. "Coyote," she sneered. "Must you
always torment me?"
Coyote laughed again. "Of course," he stated. His face darkened suddenly.
"With Puck gone...someone has to take his place!" Coyote sighed. "But I
can't fill his shoes."
Numerous others around him nodded in agreement and faces quickly turned
sour. Using the sorrow as a distraction, the Banshee flashed away from the
room into her own private quarters.
"They always torment me!" She screeched. The walls around began to shake at
the sound of her voice. She calmed down a bit. ~I don't want Lord Oberon
after me again.~
She sneered at the thought. ~LORD Oberon, indeed. If I had the power...~
She smiled suddenly. ~Maybe it is time for a visit to the mortal world. And
since time passes slower here then in the real world, I can have a few days
before someone notices I am gone!~
In a flash, she dissappeared.
* * *
MANHATTAN
The child of Oberon walked along in her mortal form. Molly fit right in
with the rest of the crowd. In Ireland it was much easier to steal things,
but here it would probably be harder, and she did not want to test her luck.
She turned the corner and ran into a tall man, and she fell to the ground.
To a mortal, he would look threatening. The man had a leering face, and had
eyes for Molly. He plastered a false smile on his face.
"Aw, I'm sorry, Sweetheart," he said, helping her up. "I'm always running
into people." He looked her over again. "But I ain't never ran into any as
pretty as you."
Molly smiled, acting flattered. "Thank ye, sir. Might I have yer name?"
"My name is Paul," he said. "That's quite an accent you've got there. Were
are you from?"
"Ireland," she said. "I just moved here about a month ago, and it's still a
might bit confusing."
The man laughed. "I've lived here all my life, and it's still confusing.
What's your name?"
"Molly."
"Can I buy you a drink, Molly?"
* * *
The body fell to the ground with a thump. Molly looked around to see if
anyone had seen what happened. No one was near.
Walking away, she felt satisfied. ~Using mortals is almost untraceable,~
she thought. ~The police can't accuse someone who doesn't exist.~
Molly continued walking out of the shadowed alley. ~I'll need a few more,
though.~
* * *
Brooklyn looked out the window over Demona's head. Seeing the lightening
sky, he groaned.
"My love?" Demona looked up at him. "What is it?"
"It's almost dawn."
Demona sighed and put her head back on his shoulder. "I wish this night
would never end."
"All good things must come to an end," Brooklyn stated, stroking her hair.
He kissed her on top of her head and stood up. "Don't want you trapped the
entire day." He knelt on the ground and looked up at Demona with a grin on
his face. "Until the sun goes down, my love."
The sun peaked over the building. Brooklyn slept with a smile on his face.
* * *
Dominique Destine glanced at the sun setting out of the corner of her eye.
Dismissing her workers, she ran into the back room where Brooklyn was
sleeping. She quickly changed into her usual garments - her loincloth and
jewelry. Just as she setting her tiara on her head, the sun set.
She cringed as her wings sprang from her back. Her skin darkened to her
teal color, and as her gargoyle features came back, her battle cry echoed
across the room.
As the transformation ended, behind her, she heard a crash of stone as
Brooklyn awoke. Demona turned around to see the red gargoyle stretching his
wings.
"How was your day, my love?" Brooklyn asked, hugging her.
"Boring as hell," Demona replied, snuggling into his wings.
Brooklyn's face suddenly fell. Demona noticed this, and she looked up at
her love with concern. "Brooklyn?"
"It's just...I haven't forgotten the night you tricked me into stealing the
Grimorum," Brooklyn said.
Now Demona's face had darkened. "That."
"Yeah, that." Brooklyn sighed. "There are times when I don't know whether
to kiss you or kill you. I get next to you, and I can't think straight."
Demona suddenly lightened up. "What's to think about? You feel the
connection betweem us as strong as I do." She started to talk in a French
accent, making an amazing impression of the old romance movies. "We are
soul mates. We are fated to be together."
Brooklyn drew her closer. "Maybe we're cursed." Demona chuckled and kissed
him.
Brooklyn sighed again. "I have to go back, you know. They'll be worried
about me."
Demona nodded. "I understand."
"I'll come back more often, if you'd like."
"No. I still have to sort things out." Then she smiled. "I'll come to the
castle when I'm ready."
Brooklyn nodded solemnly. "All right, love." With that, he glided out the
window.
* * *
Brooklyn shook his head and grinned as he glided back to the castle. Every
time he saw her, he loved her more. And now that he had gotten the guilt
thing off his chest, he loved her even more than ever.
A high pitched scream echoed through the air. Brooklyn looked down and saw
a young woman being chased into an alley by three not-so-nice looking
fellows. ~Always the alley,~ Brooklyn thought tiredly as he dropped down to
do the routine.
The woman was actually very pretty, by human standards, and that was
probably the reason she was being chased. She didn't look rich by any
standards. In fact, she looked rather like a girl that was not-so-nice
either. She had short, dyed red hair, and hazel eyes that seemed to suck
you into the depths. She was wearing a red mid-riff and a leather jacket.
"Get away from me, low-life," she yelled. She had an incredibly thick Irish
accent.
"And who is gonna make us, sweet cheeks?" The leader asked. "We just want a
little...monkey dance, so to speak."
~They want to rape her!~ Brooklyn realized. Eyes lighting up, he jumped
into the light. "I don't think so."
"OH, MY HOLY XXXXING WORD!" one of the rapists yelled.
"XXXX, it's one of those gargoyle monsters!" the leader hissed to his
partners.
"Excellent deduction, Sherlock!" Brooklyn said. "It must have taken a lot
of brain power to figure that one out."
The third appeared to be having a breakdown. He was hunched against a wall,
head in hands. "Omigodomigodomigod," he kept muttering.
"We'regonnadiewe'regonnadiewe'regonnadie. WE ARE GONNA XXXXING DIE!"
"Relax," Brooklyn said. "I don't kill people unless they XXXX me off."
"Yes, sir..." The leader said, keeping his face straight. Suddenly, he made
a break for it. Brooklyn rolled his eyes and tripped him as he tried to run
past him. The leader landed face down in a mud puddle.
The other two were backing away in fear. The frightened one's eyes finally
rolled back in his head and he fainted.
The final one, seemed to be the most brave, but the most stupid. He threw a
hard swing at Brooklyn and connected with the side of his face. Brooklyn
grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him up.
"Forget it," Brooklyn muttered. He threw the rapist against the wall and
then checked on the girl.
She didn't look shaken at all, but rather awe-struck. "I don't believe this
is happening," she said, more to herself than to him.
* * *
Ms. Destine looked at the clock. 6:25. The sun would set in ten minutes.
She walked into her back room and sat down, waiting for her gargoyle form
to come out.
Business today had been rough. She had interviewed six people for a high
job at Nightstone, but none of them seemed to suit her wants.
Dominique realized she was more tired than she thought. She yawned and
closed her eyes, laying her head back. She wondered how her daughter was
doing. She had forgotten to ask Brooklyn the night before. She yawned again
and looked at the sunset.
It hadn't moved.
Dominique gasped and looked at the clock. It was still 6:25. SHe rubbed her
eyes and looked again. She hadn't seen wrong.
But she knew something was wrong. Looking away from the clock, she saw she
was no longer in Nightstone anymore. She was in Xanatos's office. Dominique
quickly ran outside.
~First time stops, then I get zapped to Wyvern,~ she thought. She looked at
the seven garoyle statues. From the looks of it, Lexington and Broadway had
gotten into a fight and the others were trying to stop them. The sun had
risen before it could be resolved.
She walked up to Brooklyn's statue, who wasdoing nothing but watching
calmly. Placing a hand on the side of his beautiful face. A tear came to
her eyes. She planted a kiss on his forehead, right between the horns. "I
love you," she whispered aloud.
"Love, Demona?" A voice behind her said. She turned around to see Goliath's
statue moving, mocking her. "You no longer know the meaning of the word.
Hate is what you live for now." Hearing the words that he had once said to
her, she gasped.
Angela's statue began crackling. Dominique turned to it in disbelief.
"Angela, my daughter-" she began.
"Daughter?" Angela laughed. "You have no daughter." Dominique shook her
head again as she backed up.
A cold hand planted itself on her shoulder. She ducked to the ground and
turned.
"My love!" she shouted. Brooklyn's statue grinned maniacally at her.
"How could I possibly love you?" he asked her. "You aren't capable of love.
You never were."
It was too much. To be rejected by her one true love and her daughter was
too much. Brooklyn grasped her wrist. Her frail human body didn't stand a
chance. He picked her up and threw her over the edge of the tower.
She was falling. Without her wings, she was doomed. She waited for the
killing blow...
A blow came, but it certainly wasn't killing. A few bruises, maybe, but
that was all. Dominique looked around and saw she was in Elisa Maza'a
apartment.
"Your first direct words to me were `You've just been poisoned.'" Dominique
turned to see Elisa. She was dressed in a long, flowing, white gown.
"That was a long time ago," Demona started.
"Not so long, compared to your long lifespan," Elisa's face began to look
strange.
"But I've learned to forgive humans!" Dominique protested. "I'm still so
sorry for what I did..."
"That sure makes everything better," Elisa said sarcastically. "What's done
is done." To Dominque's horror, Elisa face began melting away. Her entire
body melted into a puddle.
Dominque stared at the puddle on the ground. She got the nerve to creep up
to it.
Suddenly, a hand reached up out of it. She gasped and backed up. Red
talons, and then Brooklyn came out of it.
"Brooklyn?" Dominique asked, sure it wasn't him. Brooklyn just stared
blankly into space.
"My love?" she tried again.
Still no response. Dominique stood up and walked over to him, studying his
face.
Suddenly, a high pitched wail filled the air. Dominique tried to ignore it
at first, but it got louder and louder. She was forced to cover her ears as
it began beating at her ear drums. She sank to her knees and closed her
eyes as the pain became unbearable.
Then, as suddenly as it began, it stopped.
Dominique uncovered her ears hesitantly. She opened one eye, then the
other. In Brooklyn's place was a green blur. It slowly became clearer, and
Dominique squinted at it.
It was obviously a woman, and her hair was purple and long, and it seemed
to fly everywhere, although there was no wind. She was transparent, almost
like a ghost, but Dominique obviously could tell she was fae. "Who-" she
started.
The song started up again, louder than it was before. Dominique screamed
and slapped her hands over her ears. A wave of blackness came over her. She
was going to faint. Dominique tried to think of something besides the
singing, and the noise that was tormenting her ears. But she couldn't fight
any longer.
Finally, she gave into the next wave of darkness, and fainted.
* * *
Demona sat straight up in her room. She hated falling asleep in her
gargoyle form, but she had little choice. Throwing off her blanket, she
shook her head to clear the ringing in her ears.
"I believe the cliched expression `thank goodness it was just a dream' fits
somewhere in here," Demona muttered out loud.
~But what did it mean?~
* * *
Broadway and Angela quickly jumped apart as Brooklyn glided into the
courtyard.
"Hi, Brookl-" Angela began.
"Get out of my way," Brooklyn snarled, pushing Angela with a sweep of his
arm. Angela stared after him as he walked stiffly into the castle.
"What's with him?" Broadway asked.
"I don't know," Angela said. "Something must be wrong. Come on." She
started running after Brooklyn. Broadway quickly followed.
They found him walking down the hallway. "Brooklyn!" Angela said. He turned
and glared at her.
"May I help you?" he said, looking ready to kill either of them.
"What's wrong?" Broadway asked.
"Nothing," Brooklyn said, turning away. "Is that all, or do I have to stay
here and listen to your psycho babble?"
"Don't tell me `nothing,'" Angela said. "We know something is wrong."
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT WHAT I'M THINKING?!" Brooklyn exploded. "Are you
XXXXing psychic? No, I don't think so. You can't read my XXXXing mind, you
don't have to be so fucking concerned about me all the time, because I am
XXXXing older than both of you, so get off my XXXXing back!" A door down
the hallway had opened, and Lexington and Hudson looked out to see what was
going on.
Brooklyn's eyes were glowing white now. "You wanna know if something is
wrong?" he said in a dangerously low voice. "Yeah, something is XXXXing
wrong. But for once in my XXXXing life, I'd like to keep it to myself!"
With that, he stomped down the hall and slammed the door to the room that
Xanatos had given him, making a picture on the wall fall to the ground.
Lexington whistled. "He is XXXXed," he said, putting an accent on each word.
"Yeah," Angela said with heavy sarcasm. "How many XXXXing times did he say
XXXXing?"
Broadway counted. "About seven." Lexington started laughing.
"`Tis not funny, lads." Hudson stared at the door that Brooklyn had
slammed. "Something is seriously botherin' him."
"STOP XXXXING TALKING ABOUT ME!" Brooklyn shouted, his voice still loud,
though muffled through the door. Everyone was silent for a few seconds,
barely daring to breathe.
Broadway coughed. "Eight," he said quietly.
* * *
~I have to see him,~ Demona thought as she glided towards the Eyrie
building at top speed. ~I have to know if he's okay.~
She landed in the courtyard and looked around.
"STOP XXXXING TALKING ABOUT ME!"
Demona's eyes widened at the sound of Brooklyn's voice. She had never heard
him so angry. She quickly rushed inside the castle.
"Angela?" she said, looking at her daughters worried expression.
"Mother?" Angela answered. "You came back!" Smiling, Angela ran into her
mother's arms.
"What is wrong with Brooklyn?" Demona asked Hudson, looking over Angela's
head.
"I wish we knew, lass." Hudson glanced at the shut door again. "I wish we
knew."
"I'll go talk to him." Demona opened the door and walked inside.
Brooklyn was looking out a window, oblivious to Demona's presense. Quietly,
she shut the door, watching to see if Brooklyn would say anything.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" Demona asked. Brooklyn turned
around, growling. "I could hear you yelling all the way out in the courtyard."
Brooklyn shook his head and turned back to the window.
"Answer me," Demona said, growling now as well.
"Why?" Brooklyn asked without turning around. "Is there a law that says I
have to answer every damn question that I'm asked?"
"Be serious, not the clan jester," Demona said quietly. "You are the king,
remember?"
"Yeah," Brooklyn said, unfeeling. "I remember, all right."
"Brooklyn-"
"Get out."
"What?" Demona couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Get out." Brooklyn gripped the window sill. "I don't want to see you
anymore."
"No," Demona whispered quietly.
The rejection stings.
She fled.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Next time on Gargoyles:
Brooklyn: Really, nothing is wrong with me!
Demona: No! My love!
[Elisa firing her gun]
Demona: You'll pay for this! I'll find a way to kill you!
[Banshee laughing]
[Demona leaping at Banshee]
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"You and Me Versus the World" and "Spiders" are both on the "Spiders" album
of Space. "Spiders" really is on there - on track 15.
Ani DiFranco is her own self, copyrighted by herself, I'll bet. I didn't
put any of her lyrics in here, but she's cool, so I had to mention her. :)
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In Progress: (in order of coming out)
Soul Mates, Part II: Does true love really conquer all?
The Coven Saga, Part I: Sometimes miracles can happen. But what happens
when the best kept secret is finally revealed?
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In Progress in the "Altered Universe:"
Long Way to Morning
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In Progress in "Future Tense Universe:"
Future Tense, Part I: The Breakaway