Hello! This is my second story, and possibly my first chapter story. Not really sure how I want this to turn out at this point, just that it's gonna have a good ending. In case you don't really know who I'm talking about in this story, I recently discovered an old show called Gargoyles. These six gargoyles are encased in stone for thousands of years because of a wizard's spell. Now, all these years later, the gargoyles wake up in New York City. They are soon discovered by Detective Elisa Maza, however, and she proves to be a trustworthy friend. Together they vow to protect the innocent citizens of New York and embark on tons of amazing adventures. It's a really awesome show, though it ended after Season 3. You can go onto .com and see the complete first season if it sounds like somrthing you'd like. Anyway, enjoy the story!
This was so messed up. Surely, Mother Nature didn't intend for something like this to happen. A gargoyle and a human, together? It was twisted, it was wrong, it was totally one-sided. He was absolutely the most wonderful being on this Earth, and here she was; some stupidly infatuated human who was just living in a dream world. Sure, she fit in and all the other gargoyles accepted her, but it wasn't the same as actually being like them. She was considered part of their family, but she could never really be part of their family. She wasn't a rookery sister or parent to any of them.
Lexington, Broadway and Brooklyn all grew up together. Goliath not only had his mentor, Hudson, but his biological daughter Angela as well. And all of them had Bronx. They grew up through the centuries together, excepting Angela, though that wasn't really her fault. They went through things she couldn't even imagine. All that betrayal and pain, still raw after all this time. She couldn't even begin to comprehend that. The only time she even came close to understanding that was when her brother Derek was turned into a gargoyle and she thought she'd lost him forever. But she got him back, in the end.
Even Zanatos had found someone to share his life with. And now he and Fox were married and having their first baby. Even if she divorced him and took the child away in the future, he still had Owen. Not a very likely scenario, but it was still true.
All the facts pointed to one conclusion; that it couldn't work out between them. But she wanted it to work, she wanted it to be possible with all her soul and heart alike. She wanted it so much it hurt. She'd give anything to be able to be with him- her family, her job, even her very form.
When Puck turned her into a gargoyle and Goliath tried to teach her how to fly, it felt so right. Deep down she knew that something was wrong, but she quashed that stupid little nagging voice. She was going to enjoy this for as long as she could, no matter how convoluted it was. The truth was she didn't care.
But all dreams come to an end. And when she was a human again and Goliath was a gargoyle like it was supposed to be, she almost cried with frustration. But she was Elisa Maza, and Elisa Maza cried in front of no one, no matter what. Except for the whole Derek fiasco, but she was justified that time. And everyone left her to wail in peace, no soothing pats and comforting noises.
So when Goliath tried to say something before he turned to stone, with that look in his eye, Elisa just shushed him and put on a smile, lying through her teeth. She brushed three times that night and gargled with mouthwash twice to boot. Now that she thought about it, she should have flossed too. Deception liked to hide in the tiny cracks in between the molars, after all.
But that night she went to sleep dreaming of her and Goliath flying through the stars again, him holding her tightly and saying "I never noticed how beautiful you are" over and over again, like a tape stuck on repeat. Then he would look at her, happy and regret-free. Everything was perfect. So what if she was a gargoyle? So what if she could never see the sun again? It was worth it considering who she could spend her nights with. And if you asked her, a moonlit fly under the sparkling stars was much nicer than conversing with stone in the heat of the afternoon.
But that was just a fantasy, some moronic thought gone awry. Goliath not only had more of his species he could choose from, but different mutations of his species. And besides, Goliath had already had a mate once, and not just any mate- Demona. She was strong, smart and confident, not to mention beautiful. And she was a gargoyle. She was also evil, but she hadn't always been that way. And she knew Goliath remembered those times too, when he would get a sad kind of far-off look in his eyes.
How could she ever compete with all of that? There was no way Goliath could ever feel the same way. She knew that. Every time it seemed like they were getting closer, he would pull back. Why? Was it because she was human, or did she herself repulse him? Was it because she was so small and petite compared to him? She knew she wasn't as strong, and that she couldn't fly, and that she certainly wasn't as tall, not by a long shot, but was that so bad? Didn't a lot of guys like being bigger than their partners? But maybe Goliath liked his women to be almost as tall as him, not two feet shorter. And of the same species. Damn.
What happened to Happily Ever After? Where were the dwarfs and mice to help her get to that point? And wasn't the Prince supposed to like her beforehand? What kind of twisted fairy tale was this? Since when did a girl only get the evil witch? Wasn't there some cosmic rule that said evil had to be balanced out by good? In reality, there was the fire department and her jurisdiction, the police. And of course the Gargoyles were behind the scenes, helping to smooth out whatever they could.
Why was life so unfair? Why couldn't she get a break, just once? Why couldn't Goliath love her?
He was so corrupt. To think such things about Elisa, an innocent woman who had only tried to help others for as long as he had known her. To think about things only decent to be thought about in privacy, and about a person as pure as Elisa was depraved. She was brave, brilliant, charming and funny. Add that to the fact that she was an absolute goddess, and it all equaled to a woman like no other.
A woman he couldn't have. Didn't deserve, if he was being truthful. And he tried to be truthful, not only with others, but with himself as well. No matter how much it hurt.
He knew she cared for him, and he cared for her too; but they could never be together. Something would go wrong. He would hurt her somehow; physically or emotionally. He was bigger and stronger than her, and he didn't know how to control that strength- not always. When it came to protecting Elisa, he seemed to lose his temper very easily. He would see someone hurt her, and that's when he would lose it.
With other people, sometimes it was as if he were watching, feeling, from a distance. He would hear himself roar, but it was as if he was underwater. As if he were a far distance away and everything was muted.
But not with Elisa. With her everything was raw and vivid. He could see every detail as if it were forever etched into his mind's eye. Later when he would reflect on it, the emotions would come rushing back, still just as powerful as the moment he initially felt them. He would fight to control his anger, struggling internally. Calm down. Elisa is safe now, he would repeat to himself. Over and over again until he could feel his anger abate slowly, bit by bit.
He had never felt this way before, not this badly. He certainly felt protective over Angela, but not this way. With Angela he felt concerned and worried. He was a bit on edge when the other, younger gargoyles started to get too close for (his) comfort, but that was normal. She was his daughter, even if it had taken him a while to accept it. But now that he had, he embraced the role of Father with a passion.
He felt protective of his clan, but they were his friends, his family. They were his responsibility, and he would be deeply hurt if even one of them were taken away from him. They had been together throughout the disaster that had happened all those centuries ago, and when all others had perished, they alone had survived. So he wasn't eager to lose one of his clan mates.
But Elisa was different. He felt protective of her, but it was more of a possessive protectiveness. He wanted her to be his, not just for a little while, but forever. He wanted to wake from his stone sleep and see her, outlined by the midnight sky and bright stars. He wanted to snatch her up and fly with her until they were forced to land from the sun's looming threat. He wanted to walk with her, and eat his meals with her.
He wanted to make her his. He wanted to mark her for the entire world to see. So that everyone would know that she was his mate, that she belonged to him. He wanted every other male out there, gargoyle or otherwise, to see her and know that she was off limits, that she was his. He wanted to be able to roar to the world that Elisa Maza, the most amazing woman known to walk the Earth, was his woman, his mate, his.
It was ludicrous, really. He had tried to love another, had loved another, but it still wasn't enough in the end. And now Demona haunted him, taunting him. No matter how he tried to help her, she still scorned him. How had he let this happen? And now he had fallen in love with another. With Elisa, a human, whom Demona hated.
When had things gotten so complicated? He supposed the moment he dived off the roof of the castle to save her. But what else could he have done? Let her die? She was not at fault. Elisa was only doing what her job required of her, as he would have wanted her to do. And he was glad he had met her, for she had proved to be an invaluable and irreplaceable friend.
But that was where the problem lie; Elisa was fast becoming more than a friend. And he wanted her to be more than a friend. Much more.
But he just didn't see how that was possible. She was too perfect. He wanted to be with her, so much, but he wouldn't risk her because of that selfish desire. Wouldn't risk her.
Hudson watched as the TV blared the great benefits of some useless hair product again, but he wasn't listening. He was thinking. Not very hard, but not just pondering it either. He was engaging in the kind of thinking that starts out with a thought, an idea. And this thought, this idea, meandered around in Hudson's brain, growing in size and importance until Hudson was completely absorbed in his own mind. Now this thought was completely an idea and it was rapidly forming into a plan.
Hudson had watched his apprentice mature into the great leader he was today. He had also watched Demona morph into the monster she currently was. He watched her rip Goliath's heart in two and he watched her dance on the pieces.
And then he watched as Goliath was saved by an angel in the guise of one Ms. Elisa Maza. He observed as they laughed and argued, fought and made up. He discreetly examined them interacting with each other, like one would watch two animals. He saw as they grew closer together, became more comfortable with each other.
But then he watched them start to hesitate, start to think. And now they tiptoed around each other, and sent questioning looks at the other, only to have them answered by confused ones.
Hudson knew that they loved each other. But every time they came close to telling the other as much, something came up that prevented it. Whether it was that they thought they weren't good enough, or that one thought they would hurt the other some way. It was ridiculous.
And it was time for an intervention. Though Puck was a troublemaking little son of a pixie, he might have been on to something when he turned everything upside down. He heard Goliath and Elisa that night, before they all turned to stone. Heard the emotion in their voices, heard the lie. Neither of them were glad the other was back to normal. If anything, they were all the more upset because of it. Maybe Hudson just needed to summon the little bugger back to mess everything up again.
But he couldn't do that. There was no controlling Puck when he got in one of his moods. Actually, there was no controlling Puck at all. So that was really a moot point anyway.
But no matter how you looked at it, something had to be done. He knew from watching Lucy and her friend Ethel, and occasionally The Waltons, that when someone meddled for the good of someone else, it always turned out the way it would've been if the two stone-brains involved hadn't muddled everything up and forced the unavoidable meddling on themselves. Of course, things usually became even more tangled when said person first meddled, but then everything worked out.
It probably wouldn't be easy, considering how headstrong and stubborn both Elisa and Goliath were, but then again, Bronx could use the exercise.
Well alrighty! That wasn't so bad, I suppose. Don't know exactly how I'm going to continue this from here, but I'll figure it out...eventually. So, tell me how I did, and if you think I should continue this particular fanfic or not. And, as always, reviews make me happy! :)