by Lisette- all comments to: Lisette_1@lycos.com
All the usual legalese: nothing here is of my own creation. Goliath and his crew belong to Buena Vista and Disney. It's a really great show and I am just showing my enthusiasm by writing about it. In no way will a profit be made from this. Also, the lyrics listed within are the property of Celine Dion. They're the lyrics to the love theme for "Titanic."
WARNING!! May not be suitable for younger readers.
"Revenge: Belle et la Bete"
Chateau en France - 1/20/98 @ 17h30
Sighing, Elisa broke her gaze away from the dying sunlight. "Think Maza, he would have awoken hours ago because of the time difference," Elisa berated herself angrily. Sighing in disgust Elisa jumped up from her position on the window seat and fell into an ungraceful heap on her large bed, her white fluffy robe shifting around her. She really should be dressed about now- Thailog would be awakening from his stone slumber soon, and she certainly didn't want him walking in when she was dressed only in a robe and nothing else. Still, Elisa didn't feel like putting on another one of those dresses- why did Thailog have to take away her tee-shirt and jeans? Well, the answer to that was obvious. Now that she was his, he wanted to control every aspect of her life.
Sitting up, Elisa pushed her wet hair behind her shoulders and looked around her room- something she did quite often to pass the time. It really was beautiful, and the view from the many windows was stunning. The room was quite large and was actually in the shape of a circle. Using her great detective skills and some really obvious clues, Elisa quickly realized that the room was actually a bedchamber on the top of a tower in a rather large castle. From her window Elisa could see hill after rolling hill covered with a thick layer of powdery snow that was broken occasionally by a clump of trees or a small town or village. It was truly picturesque.
Taking her eyes away from the dying sunset once more, Elisa took in the rest of her room again. The floor was stone, showing the true age of the castle, but was modernized by being covered with a plush, dark red carpeting. Right now she was sitting on her large, queen sized canopy bed, decorated once more in the burgundy color with feather pillows and a heavy quilt. Directly across from the bed was two doors. The one on the left was the only exit, a dark circular stairwell with stone steps and walls that she had only glimpsed as Thailog entered and exited her room each night; a door that was always kept locked. The door to the right led to her bathroom, a spacious bathroom that was stocked full of all the necessities including some luxuries she didn't even have at home.
Along the circular wall of the main bed chamber ran a low lying window seat/bench, covered with a soft cushion. To make it even better, there were about six oval and paned windows set into the wall in various places. Of course they were all painted shut, preventing any hope of escape from that route. Then again, even if the windows weren't sealed shut, she still wouldn't escape by that route for two very important reasons. First there was the obvious that the hundreds of feet didn't provide any way down besides death. More importantly though was the fact that she had promised Thailog that she would stay with him forever... willingly. Besides that, if she happened to die, by her own hand or by natural causes, or if she escaped or was rescued, then Elisa knew that Thailog would fulfill his end of the bargain and kill Angela and Fox. The only escape was Thailog's death.. something she could never bring herself to do.. to kill another in cold blood. Although, if Goliath would ever show up, she'd have a hard time staying behind. Wait a minute, what was she doing? Getting her hopes up, that's what. There was no way Goliath was ever going to find her, and the sooner she accepted that, the better off she'd be. I mean, according to the television she was somewhere in France. France! How was Goliath ever going to find her there? Obvious once more: he wasn't.
The television was just another one of the luxuries that could be found in the bed chamber. Unfortunately it only got in local stations, meaning it was all in French, a language she barely remembered from high school. Other things found in the room were a comfortable arm chair, a small selection of recent American best sellers, a table with two chairs, a small dresser filled with undergarments, and a large armoire that was filled within two days of her arrival with gorgeous dresses that had styles that belonged in the tenth century. Too bad she hated wearing dresses... still, any clothing was better than none at all where Thailog was concerned.
Groaning, Elisa finally picked herself off her bed and started to get dressed. Finally, the only thing left to do was pick the dress. They were all beautiful, but Elisa finally decided on a midnight blue flowing gown. Ever since Elisa had first opened the armoire, she had purposely avoided the yellow gown that looked suspiciously like Belle's dress from "Beauty and the Beast," or "Belle et la Bete" as the French called it. Also, it was almost an exact replica of the dress she wore for Halloween with Goliath.
Goliath. She missed him so very much. When she first awoke in this room, all she had done was cry at everything she had lost. After she first checked the room for possible escape routes of course. She had never been out of her little prison.. not since that day long ago. Still, crying wasn't such a great idea when Thailog found her. She had received a good slap for that one. To be honest, Elisa was ashamed that Thailog had seen her like that. No one, no one saw her cry, and the biggest scumbag of them all had seen her looking her weakest. Well, never again. At least she had one thing to be thankful for, he hadn't used her yet. She didn't know what he was waiting for, but she was grateful. That didn't stop him from checking her out every time he was in the room, making it very clear what he wanted and was going to get from her sooner or later. That was the main reason that Elisa now went to bed after the sun had risen and awoke before sunset, besides the fact that Thailog ordered her to of course. He wanted to have Elisa wide and awake for him at all times during the night. Still, that was one order that Elisa was all too happy to follow... wherever Thailog was concerned, Elisa wanted to be fully awake and with it.
Suddenly Elisa heard a lock turning in the door behind her. Rubbing her head wearily, Elisa watched as Thailog entered the room carrying a tray laden with breakfast foods. "Good evening, Elisa," Thailog rumbled as he set the food on the table and indicated Elisa to sit opposite of him. Sighing, Elisa took her place as she had done for the last three weeks. "You do look especially... elegant in that dress you are wearing this eve. That dark blue really does suit you..."
"Stuff it Thailog," Elisa said in a bored voice. "You can stop the gentlemen crap, we both know it's not true. Also, when do I get my jeans back, or any pair of pants for that matter?"
"I prefer you in dresses... it's more lady like. And would you rather me be blunt and say that I want you and if I decided to take you tonight there'd be nothing you could do to prevent it?" Thailog asked, his eyes glowing white.
"At least you'd be honest," Elisa bit back, not showing any fear at his anger. "Anyway, I said I'd come willingly, but I never said anything about liking it or being nice to you."
Sighing, Thailog chose to change the subject instead of losing his temper and hitting her again. "Speaking of dresses, I don't want you to wear the yellow gown."
"Why not?" Elisa asked quickly. Personally, she had no desire what so ever to wear the yellow dress- it brought back too many painful memories of her Halloween with Goliath. Back then, the whole "Beauty and the Beast" dress was mainly used to add to the illusion that allowed Goliath to walk the streets of New York City at her side, and the same disguise that allowed Elisa to have her first waltz with Goliath- her first and her last. How ironic. Goliath could never be the beast that character represented, for she never had to draw the good side out of Goliath; it had always been there. Thailog, on the other hand, was ten times worse than the fabled prince turn beast- and Thailog could NEVER turn nice- and Elisa would never fall in love with him. She loved Goliath, and Thailog could never be Goliath. Sure, they could be identical twins if it wasn't for their coloring- but that's where their similarities ended. Indeed, an exact replica of the Belle gown in her closet was not a good sign. He didn't actually think that her captivity in his little chateau was going to model that fairy tale, did he?
"Because, I want you to save it for a very special occasion," Thailog answered back evenly.
"What? The night you're actually going to let me out of this room?" Elisa asked sarcastically.
Roaring, Thailog jumped out of his chair and lunged at Elisa. Before she could move Thailog pulled her roughly from her chair. "You will obey me, do you hear? If you do not start treating me with respect, then I will for go on my end of the bargain- Fox and Angela will die by my hand and it will lie on your head," Thailog ground out as he shook Elisa roughly.
"Don't you think I know that? You take the opportunity to remind me every single night about it!"
"Then maybe you should start minding your tongue, for their sake!"
"And maybe you should start letting me out of here. It's not like I'd leave, because then you'd just kill them both."
"Not going to happen," Thailog answered slowly as he shoved Elisa so she flew back, stumbling on her long skirts and tumbling to the hard floor.
Grimacing, Elisa tried to ignore the pain as Thailog said, "It is time for me to take leave my Elisa," in a flat and cold voice. "I will see you at dinner. Until then, you can have this to keep you company." Turning, Thailog picked up something from the tray that Elisa hadn't noticed upon his entrance. Smiling nastily, Thailog threw a folded up newspaper at her and left the room, a loud click signifying the door locking behind him.
Groaning, Elisa slowly picked herself up off the floor, dusting herself off and rubbing her arms. Without even rolling up the long sleeves of the gown, Elisa knew that the skin would be red from her rough handling. "Ooh, that's going to leave a bruise." Sighing, Elisa started to head toward the table covered with steaming breakfast foods, her stomach rumbling at the delicious scents. "At least he left the food this time," she muttered.
Suddenly she remembered the newspaper that was thrown at her. Curiosity peaked, Elisa walked over to where she had fallen and picked up the rumpled newspaper. One glance at the top of the paper and all thoughts of food vanished from her mind. "The New York Time's," Elisa breathed in amazement. Moving to her arm chair, Elisa quickly turned on a nearby lamp and scanned the front page. "God, this was only two weeks ago, the 5th of January," Elisa murmured. "Why would Thailog give me this? Unless..." Quickly Elisa started rifling through the rest of the thick paper. It didn't take her long for Elisa found what she was looking for on the third page:
"MEMORIAL SERVICES FOR SLAIN OFFICER TO BE HELD TODAY"
"Oh God, it made the papers," Elisa murmured. Filled with morbid curiosity, Elisa slowly read the article: "Memorial services will be held today for Detective Elisa Ann Maza of the 23rd precinct of the NYPD, age 28. Detective Maza was killed in the early morning of December 25th during the rescue of Fox and Alexander Xanatos, who were kidnapped on Christmas Eve. The kidnapper is still at large with Detective Matthew Bluestone in charge of the investigation. Maza was survived by her parents, Peter and Diane Maza, one brother, Derrick Maza, and a sister, Beth Maza. Her partner, Detective Bluestone stated that 'Elisa Maza was one of the best damn detectives this town has ever seen. New York City is less without her.'"
Sighing, Elisa wiped away her tears and put the paper aside. She'd been dead to the world for a month on Thursday. Her family thought she was dead. They were probably mourning her right now. Oh, if she only knew if they were okay and if they were taking it okay. She hated doing this to them, but it had to be better than the truth... it had to be. How was everyone taking it? What about Matt and the Captain? How were they taking it? Did Matt get assigned a new partner yet? She didn't have an answer to any of her questions and it was driving her crazy. The not knowing was truly enough to drive anyone crazy.
And there's Goliath. Somehow things always led back to Goliath. God, poor Goliath... he's the one who probably told her family. She just had to hope that her family took it well and that they didn't freak out, blame Goliath for what happened, or even worse- Talon get so upset that he zapped Goliath. Nah- her family could never get that melodramatic!
In any case, she couldn't deny her feelings for Goliath any longer. Species difference or not, she loved Goliath, and admitting that would not turn him into one of her own kind. Then again, she thought he was cuter in his gargoyles form than human- just like she thought that the best looked better as a beast than as a prince. Man, it always came back to that damn tale... Thailog even stocked her room with a v.c.r.. and one video.. Disney's "Beauty and the Beast."
But Goliath... was he thinking about her right now? Getting out of her arm chair, Elisa moved until she was once more sitting on the window seat, her forehead pressed against the cool glass. How did she even know that he was alive or okay? He had to be... for some reason, Elisa was certain he was. "I don't know where you are Goliath, or when we'll see each other next, but I know that we will be together again- whether in this world or the next. I believe, no, I know that our love will survive... I'm going to love you till the end of time."
"My Heart Will Go On"
"Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you
That is how I know you
go on
Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show
you go on.
Near, far, wherever you
are
I believe that the heart
does go on
Once more you open the
door
And you're here in my
heart
And my heart will go on
and on.
Love can touch just one
time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go till
we're one
Love was when I loved
you
One true time I hold to
In my life we'll always
go on.
Near, far, wherever you
are
I believe that the heart
does go on
Once more you open the
door
And you're here in my
heart
And my heart will go on
and on.
When you're here there's
nothing I fear
And I know that my heart
will go on
We'll stay forever this
way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on
and on."
The End.. for now