Thank you to my reviewers: Cap'n Thomas and Kimberly T.
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Anabi
by
Lady Demoonica Darkmoon
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"Put down there." Malak said as he pointed his Gargoyle 'brother' to one of the wider New York alleyways.
"Right." Anabi said, giving the other a nod even though it would likely not be seen. "Besides, my wings feel like they're going to fall off. This city is huge!" He glided close to the buildings and with one quick movement grabbed hold with the claws of his hands and feet.
"Ouph." Malak had the air knocked out of him at the sudden stop. "We've got to get a better plan." He wheezed. "You're not built for carrying around some one who's almost the same size as you."
Anabi turned his head to look back at the teen clinging to him by the neck. "I can just see me getting a taxi. Oh driver!" He said sarcastically. "Grab the ladder over there would you already?"
"Huh? Oh! Sorry." Malak swung a foot over to the ladder, then grabbed it and pulled himself over the top of the building onto the roof.
Anabi pulled himself up and sat next to him. "It's been hours..."
Malak frowned. "Only a few hours. Did you honestly think that there would be a big sign that said 'clan roosts here' and a big arrow pointing at it?"
"I thought that there would be signs that there was a clan living in this city. We've not seen shards tonight!" He looked out towards the sea, it was about an hour before dawn. "I need to find a place to stay for the day."
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The woman at the registration desk was surprised to see a young man walk into the hotel just after dawn. He looked dead tired, like he'd been out on the street all night, and most importantly like he didn't have a penny to his name. He was in his late teens by the looks of him, his sand colored hair pulled back in a spiky pony-tail that was in desperate need of washing. Brown eyes darted from side to side as the boy made his way to the desk.
"Hello." He said in heavily accented English. "Do you have a single open?" He began searching the dirt covered backpack he was wearing, obviously looking for money.
In his head Malak was cursing Anabi. The safest place either of them could come up with for the Gargoyle to spend the day had been an out of the way drain that lead into the New York City sewers. Needless to say, Malak was taking a long hot shower before he collapsed onto the hotel bed.
Finding his money, Malak pulled a crisp hundred from the roll, making the woman's eyes widen. Back in Egypt they had hunted together at night and the animal furs sold high because of the lack of damage. Anabi had his uses, his kills were normally clean. While they sold the pelts, the meat was used at home or eaten by the Gargoyle and himself soon after the kill.
The woman eyed the money with a forced smile, money was money, even if it came from some street urchin. "Of course, sir. We have many single rooms available."
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TBC...
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LDD: Oh and you find out what Anabi looks like next chapter. Please leave a review! Thank you!
