PREVIOUSLY ON "GARGOYLES":
As soon as she was seated comfortably in his sofa, Demona shifted her curious gaze at her mate. "Ethan, what is going on?" He looked startled by her question, but quickly tried to look innocent.
"What do you mean?"
She sighed. Why was he playing this game? She knew as well as he did he was keeping something hidden from her, from Goliath, from the entire clan. She made her response straight and simple. Demona shot from the hip. "You deliberately left some parts out in your conversation with Goliath."
Ethan's shoulders slumped. He had been afraid of this topic from rising. Now it had, and he could do nothing but be straightforwardly honest with her. "Demona, I....I...."
"You're what?" Demona inquired, suddenly afraid of what he might say.
"I'm immortal."
-Changes, chapter 3, "The Surprise"
Chapter 4: Things will take a turn for the unexpected.
Castle Wyvern
Manhattan, New York
2002
Brooklyn watched, emotionless, as his leader paced, his grape-jelly colored hands behind his muscular shaped back. Goliath was fuming through his teeth, as the young warrior knew well, and a lot of it was dealt with in regards to that human mate of Demona's, the human male named Ethan Mueller.
Goliath growled softly, lost in retrospective thought, as he flashed back to the conversation he and the young human had had earlier this evening. The human had clearly been lying about the circumstances of his unnerving dream, and even the mighty Goliath could not use his will power to tear away the interpretation of the dream, unless the human allowed him to. Unless Ethan broke down and confessed and spilled the beans of every minor detail.
But that was not possible, at the moment. Ethan had enough to deal with without needing the presence of an angry gargoyle added to it. Maybe Demona could find a way to reason with him.
He hoped...
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"Immortal?" Demona gasped, almost breathlessly in the darkness. "How is that possible?'
Ethan sighed, mentally kicking himself for his cowardly behavior. "I don't know. It just happened in my dream."
He swallowed before continuing with his next words. "Demona, in the dream, I was with you. W were hanging out, having fun. Suddenly, you just chanted something...odd. I can't remember what it was, but when I woke up, if felt like somebody had scared the crap out of me. This morning, before work, I was getting into my car, and a guy had tried to rob me outside of my car.
Demona kept her eyes trained on him. "Go on."
"When I told him I had no money, he became merciless. Insane, almost. He slashed my throat with a large knife he had, and ran off. I felt so certain I was going to die. There was so much blood."
Demona looked sickened, but implored him to continue.
"I think I DID die, in a sense, but then I came to, and there was no blood. I mean, yes, there was blood. On the street, and some on my car. The wound had rapidly healed as well. I know. I checked in the rearview mirror. What should have been a nasty slit from ear to ear was nothing more then a small scratch. Like a scar."
"But that's impossible," Demona breathed.
"I know it is, but Demona... After that happened, I keep thinking that absolutely nothing can kill me now..."
Demona could believe her love's words. If what he was saying was true, then that meant all the worries she'd had when beginning this relationship, that gnawing knowledge that she would outlive her mate, and end up all alone again, it would no longer be an issue. A complication. Ethan would live forever.
It was with this thought that she flung into her love's arms and hugged him, unable to contain the fierce joy she felt. When at last they separated, she peered into his soul blazing eyes questioningly.
"Do you want to tell the others now?"
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Goliath had stopped pacing minutes ago, after Demona and Ethan had returned, confessing everything, and he was now resigned to reclining in a large comfortable chair in the library, a book opened in his lap, but his eyes not staring at the pages. They were instead quite far away, in a place that was not apparent to anyone who saw what direction he was looking in. His pupils were focused, diluted.
So...Ethan was immortal now, an eternal human that now existed in the same kinds of terms as MacBeth and Demona. If he couldn't die, well, it would be useful having a immortal human youth in his clan, a member that was currently used simply for espionage, a down-and-out spy that now could be reformed into something more.
Goliath, sitting alone in the library, sitting in his traditional thinker's guise, sat, and thought, and pondered.
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The night, when Ethan went to sleep, he dreamed again. Nothing to do with Demona this time. Instead, he found himself floating in some mystic realm, some unknown location that almost felt as if it were brimming with magic.
Suddenly, from out of the wispy veils of pink smoke that loomed all around hi, Ethan heard a soft, feminine voice speak. It was a beautiful sound, a voice of someone who was obviously a very pleasant person..
But what he saw next was not a pleasant person at all.
The woman stood there serenely, watching him, her jaded eyes locked into his. Ethan struggled to look away, to not stare at those eyes that almost seemed to be holding him in place, but he couldn't do it. It felt like he had tried to walk, only to discover a heavy weight and chain tied to his ankles. This was the same kind of feeling.
Her mouth opened, and the strange woman, dressed in robes and clothing that seemed to be from some unknown version of royalty, spoke, her softly synchronized lips chanting something that was new to Ethan's nighttime experiences.
"Collum Arbrutus gargoylis yevena tida norde"
Then the dream faded away, only to be replaced by what seemed like a long sleep, engulfed in the darkness of semi-consciousness...
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Ethan groaned as he awoke, stretching his arms, and yawning as reality returned to his collective senses quickly, then he got out of his bed... and stepped on a piece of stone.
Ethan's face broke into confusion. "What?" he murmured, picking up the stone and looking at it closely. It was then that he noticed that, instead of human hands, he now had large talons. Oh, dear god, this couldn't be possible...
Rushing to the bathroom mirror, hoping to see an overtired human male, Ethan instead saw the reflected image of a gray-skinned, beaked creature, with large black hair tinged with red, with an impressive wing span that resembled Hudson's.
Ethan Mueller, formerly a Quarrymen, and more recently, an ally to the Gargoyles, was now a gargoyle himself.
"Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!!"
TBC.
Chapter 5 should be coming soon...
Send your responses to kingcobra49036@yahoo.com.
As soon as she was seated comfortably in his sofa, Demona shifted her curious gaze at her mate. "Ethan, what is going on?" He looked startled by her question, but quickly tried to look innocent.
"What do you mean?"
She sighed. Why was he playing this game? She knew as well as he did he was keeping something hidden from her, from Goliath, from the entire clan. She made her response straight and simple. Demona shot from the hip. "You deliberately left some parts out in your conversation with Goliath."
Ethan's shoulders slumped. He had been afraid of this topic from rising. Now it had, and he could do nothing but be straightforwardly honest with her. "Demona, I....I...."
"You're what?" Demona inquired, suddenly afraid of what he might say.
"I'm immortal."
-Changes, chapter 3, "The Surprise"
Chapter 4: Things will take a turn for the unexpected.
Castle Wyvern
Manhattan, New York
2002
Brooklyn watched, emotionless, as his leader paced, his grape-jelly colored hands behind his muscular shaped back. Goliath was fuming through his teeth, as the young warrior knew well, and a lot of it was dealt with in regards to that human mate of Demona's, the human male named Ethan Mueller.
Goliath growled softly, lost in retrospective thought, as he flashed back to the conversation he and the young human had had earlier this evening. The human had clearly been lying about the circumstances of his unnerving dream, and even the mighty Goliath could not use his will power to tear away the interpretation of the dream, unless the human allowed him to. Unless Ethan broke down and confessed and spilled the beans of every minor detail.
But that was not possible, at the moment. Ethan had enough to deal with without needing the presence of an angry gargoyle added to it. Maybe Demona could find a way to reason with him.
He hoped...
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"Immortal?" Demona gasped, almost breathlessly in the darkness. "How is that possible?'
Ethan sighed, mentally kicking himself for his cowardly behavior. "I don't know. It just happened in my dream."
He swallowed before continuing with his next words. "Demona, in the dream, I was with you. W were hanging out, having fun. Suddenly, you just chanted something...odd. I can't remember what it was, but when I woke up, if felt like somebody had scared the crap out of me. This morning, before work, I was getting into my car, and a guy had tried to rob me outside of my car.
Demona kept her eyes trained on him. "Go on."
"When I told him I had no money, he became merciless. Insane, almost. He slashed my throat with a large knife he had, and ran off. I felt so certain I was going to die. There was so much blood."
Demona looked sickened, but implored him to continue.
"I think I DID die, in a sense, but then I came to, and there was no blood. I mean, yes, there was blood. On the street, and some on my car. The wound had rapidly healed as well. I know. I checked in the rearview mirror. What should have been a nasty slit from ear to ear was nothing more then a small scratch. Like a scar."
"But that's impossible," Demona breathed.
"I know it is, but Demona... After that happened, I keep thinking that absolutely nothing can kill me now..."
Demona could believe her love's words. If what he was saying was true, then that meant all the worries she'd had when beginning this relationship, that gnawing knowledge that she would outlive her mate, and end up all alone again, it would no longer be an issue. A complication. Ethan would live forever.
It was with this thought that she flung into her love's arms and hugged him, unable to contain the fierce joy she felt. When at last they separated, she peered into his soul blazing eyes questioningly.
"Do you want to tell the others now?"
************************************************************************
Goliath had stopped pacing minutes ago, after Demona and Ethan had returned, confessing everything, and he was now resigned to reclining in a large comfortable chair in the library, a book opened in his lap, but his eyes not staring at the pages. They were instead quite far away, in a place that was not apparent to anyone who saw what direction he was looking in. His pupils were focused, diluted.
So...Ethan was immortal now, an eternal human that now existed in the same kinds of terms as MacBeth and Demona. If he couldn't die, well, it would be useful having a immortal human youth in his clan, a member that was currently used simply for espionage, a down-and-out spy that now could be reformed into something more.
Goliath, sitting alone in the library, sitting in his traditional thinker's guise, sat, and thought, and pondered.
************************************************************************
The night, when Ethan went to sleep, he dreamed again. Nothing to do with Demona this time. Instead, he found himself floating in some mystic realm, some unknown location that almost felt as if it were brimming with magic.
Suddenly, from out of the wispy veils of pink smoke that loomed all around hi, Ethan heard a soft, feminine voice speak. It was a beautiful sound, a voice of someone who was obviously a very pleasant person..
But what he saw next was not a pleasant person at all.
The woman stood there serenely, watching him, her jaded eyes locked into his. Ethan struggled to look away, to not stare at those eyes that almost seemed to be holding him in place, but he couldn't do it. It felt like he had tried to walk, only to discover a heavy weight and chain tied to his ankles. This was the same kind of feeling.
Her mouth opened, and the strange woman, dressed in robes and clothing that seemed to be from some unknown version of royalty, spoke, her softly synchronized lips chanting something that was new to Ethan's nighttime experiences.
"Collum Arbrutus gargoylis yevena tida norde"
Then the dream faded away, only to be replaced by what seemed like a long sleep, engulfed in the darkness of semi-consciousness...
************************************************************************
Ethan groaned as he awoke, stretching his arms, and yawning as reality returned to his collective senses quickly, then he got out of his bed... and stepped on a piece of stone.
Ethan's face broke into confusion. "What?" he murmured, picking up the stone and looking at it closely. It was then that he noticed that, instead of human hands, he now had large talons. Oh, dear god, this couldn't be possible...
Rushing to the bathroom mirror, hoping to see an overtired human male, Ethan instead saw the reflected image of a gray-skinned, beaked creature, with large black hair tinged with red, with an impressive wing span that resembled Hudson's.
Ethan Mueller, formerly a Quarrymen, and more recently, an ally to the Gargoyles, was now a gargoyle himself.
"Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!!"
TBC.
Chapter 5 should be coming soon...
Send your responses to kingcobra49036@yahoo.com.