A/N: The past is going to be brought up here. I know the Gargoyles didn't have names back then but its hard to write them otherwise so therefore story wise they will have names.

Chapter 3: Lady Nathalie Mornay:

Brooklyn came in on a smooth landing. He looked up at Goliath. "I guess we need to talk."

"We do." Goliath said. "Come with me."

Brooklyn followed Goliath into the library. "Listen, I'm sorry." Brooklyn began quickly.

"I just don't understand why you kept this from us?" he asked.

"Are you seriously asking that question?" Brooklyn asked angerily.

Goliath knew better. Brooklyn had every right to be angry with him. "Forgive me." Goliath pleaded. "I just thought by sharing her with us we could move on from the past."

"You mean you would allow this?" Brooklyn asked carefully.

Goliath smiled giving him his answer. Brooklyn was about to give him a thank you but the sun was rising. They turned to stone. Now, as sleep washed over him, the past came back to haunt him once again...

- Scotland, AD -

The castle was in a uproar. News of the princess' cousin Lady Nathalie Mornay arrival was the cause of it. Everyone was taking part to making sure that the castle would be ready for her arrival. The Gargoyles also took in participation.

"We're going to have widen our security around here." Goliath said to Demona as they walked the halls of the castle.

"I don't see why we should protect them why they loath us so." Demona said angerily.

"It is to show them we are not to be feared my love," Goliath reminded her.

"Your love for human kind amazes me Goliath but perhaps it is because you are so much better then I am."

"We are equal." Goliath said. "Do not forget that."

Demona wasn't sure as he was but not to cause an arguement, she held her tounge.

A few nights later, Goliath ordered his clan to surround the area around the castle. "The Lady will arrive by night." he informed them. "Her father knows of us and wants us to take part in her safety. No harm is to come to her. Understand?"

Lex, Hudson, Broadway, and Brooklyn nodded in agreement. Then went to their posts.

"What do you think she's like?" Lex asked.

"Hopefully nothing like her cousin." answered Brooklyn.

"You better keep your voice down." Broadway warned, eyeing the guard down below as they flew off.

"What does it matter?" Brooklyn asked.

Broadway went silent. He had a point. The guard would go against them no matter what they say. Not all the them, but most yes.

"That's her." Lex pointed out as a carriage came into view.

It was something else that caught Brooklyn's attention. A small band of gypsies came out of the woods.

"We got trouble." Lex said.

"Then we better take care of it." Brooklyn said as his eyes began to glow white.

Inside, Lady Mornay heard the commotion outside. The driver stopped. "What's going on?" she demanded.

"Lady, stay inside!" he ordered. "We are being ambushed!"

She stayed put. She heard a mixtured of cries and scretchs that were unfamiliar to her. Lady Mornay couldn't control her curiousity. She peeked her head out. The driver had joined the fight in protecting her. Then she saw the Gargoyles for the first time. They were good fighters, that was clear to see. The gypsies ran away.

"Doubt they'll bother the Lady again." Broadway said with a smug smirk on his face.

"You are interesting creatures." the driver said. "I thank you."

"You're welcome." said Lex.

"Is the Lady all right?" Brooklyn asked.

Lady Nathalie Mornay came out to greet and thank the ones who saved her. "I am fine." she assured them.

It was here where Brooklyn first laid eyes on Lady Mornay...

- New York, Present -

At her apartment, Ross knew that Brooklyn was in stone now considering the fact the sun was up. She looked at her clock. It was still early. She was a waitress and she didn't have to be at work until the afternoon so she could catch up on some much needed sleep. It had been one hell of a night.

Ross changed into some PJs before getting comfortable in her bed. She thought she could fall asleep easily but she was wrong. She couldn't get Demona out of her mind. Plus, what did she mean that Brooklyn was a killer? It couldn't be possible. Then again... Could it? After all, she remembered stories he told her about wars he aided the guard in. Men were killed obviously but that was in self defense, just like the night he'd met her. He had to take a few guys out or she would have been the one six feet under. What was so different about Demona's accusation? The suspense was about to kill her. It kept her wide awake. Before she knew she was off to work. She wouldn't get off until ten. All she knew was:

It was going to be a long night.

TBC...