Encounters

Disclaimer: This story is mine. Disney's Gargoyles, on the other hand, is not mine. At all. So please don't sue me.

Summary: The story begins… she's on the run…

A/N: I have FINALLY found my Encounters saga! I'm just re vamping the stories as I browse through them… I wrote these 4 years ago... wow…

A/N 2: Okay, here's what's happening... I'm taking all my other Gargoyle's stories which are part of this saga off the site and re-posting them as separate chapters. Which is what I was gonna do as soon as I found the rest of the story. Which I now have :)

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The girl looked outside. It would soon be sunset. She climbed the stairs and opened the door leading on to the roof. The statue had not moved from where she'd left it this morning. Not that she'd actually expected it to move, but she'd heard of those crazies who seemed to like going around smashing statues and she'd become increasingly worried since coming to New York, two weeks ago. She shivered suddenly. Man, it was cold. She noticed the last of the sun dipping below the horizon.

There was a sound of cracking stone and she redirected her attention towards the statue which was now covered with tiny hairline fractures. It's eyes glowed ruby red and suddenly, with a loud panther like roar, it came to life. Stone shards slid off this former statue which was no longer a statue; but a beautiful female gargoyle.

She was honey colored and had beautiful dark brown, almost black hair which was in a complicated braid design on the top half of her head ending in long twists that fell on either side of the neat bun at the back of her head. Fanning her hairline were tiny quills which made her seem to have a natural tiara. Her eyes were a clear brown and her fangs were just barely visible as two diamonds on her lower lip.

The female wore a stretch V neck burgundy T-shirt that showed off her cleavage and had a hole in the back to accommodate her wings. She had split, butterfly shaped wings that were single taloned and had black undersides. The gargoyle also wore a black Jeans pants with two rips where the knees would be to accommodate her knee spurs. There was also a split it the back of her Jeans to accommodate her tail which ended in a spiked ball.

She walked towards the girl. "Nice night." she said with a smile. The girl grimmaced.

"Glad you think so, Denice." Denice raised a brow ridge.

"Something wrong, Kristi?"

Kristienne Johnson glanced at her friend apologetically. "Sorry. It's just bloody cold out here, that's all. I know you can't feel it as much as I can. Well, cold aside, it is a lovely night."

She gave Denice a sly look. "It's ideal for gliding."

Denice looked at her friend in disbelief. "I can't leave you here alone." Kristi's eyebrows rose.

"Really? What do you think I do when you turn to stone? Besides, a gargoyle is born to glide."

Denice looked at her friend wryly. "I wasn't born as-"

"Look," Kristi interupted, knowing that they could continue this all night, " it's a moot point. You have wings. If you don't use them often, they won't respond as well when you do use them."

The honey gargoyle sighed, knowing her friend was right. "Ok, I'll glide to Central Park and come right back." Kristi smiled. "All right. Don't worry, Den, I'll be fine."

The look on Denice's face was doubtful but she didn't respond. She stepped on to the balcony, then turned back towards her friend. "Don't go anywhere."

Kristi rolled her eyes. "Yes, ma'am," she said. This time, Denice rolled her eyes. She spread her wings and jumped off.

Kristi sighed and turned to go inside. Denice was right, of course. It wasn't safe for her to be here alone. Kristi snuggled into the warmth of her coat and tried to remember her island home, but all she came up with was her reason for being here.

Kristi's eyes glowed orange as the wind whipped her long black hair and she stared out at the city landscape. She was on the run. Somehow, she never thought that phrase would ever apply to her.

She was a normal seventeen year old girl, living in the British Isles with her normal family and boyfriend. She gave a dry laugh. Ok, so maybe her family wasn't exactly normal.

For one thing, her parents weren't human. Well, technically, they were half human, but Kristi knew that very few people were privy to that information.

Her mother especially didn't exactly like that fact that she had a dual heritage and preferred to think of herself as a gargoyle. Anyone else who knew Gwendolyn Johnson never brought up the fact.

She began to smile as she recalled the look her mother had given her boyfriend Darren the first time they'd had dinner… she supposed it was her fault for not warning him in advance not to comment on it… but boy, the look of mortification written all over his face had been totally worth it.

Suddenly, the smile she had died on her lips. Darren was dead now and the force that killed him was now after her.

Denice was her guardian now (despite being a year younger than she was). Her eyes had stopped glowing, but started again. The same force that killed Darren had been responsible for turning her human friend into the gargoyle she was now.

Kristi had wanted to make him pay for what he had done, but the fey Vivian, her mentor and friend had told her that this man was powerful, powerful enough to even rival Oberon; and had suggested that she run.

She went inside shuddering and wondering when this man would catch her. Kristienne Johnson knew that he would catch her but she'd be damned if she'd make it easy.