(A/N): thank you to those who reviewed!
Arianna looked out the window as the sun came up over Manhattan. Sadly she looked down at the journal; was it true? No, she wouldn't accept it. But, she thought again, it would explain a lot. The eyes, the strength, and her heeling process. No, it was impossible, it couldn't be real. She would have to see it with her own eyes.
She ate lunch with the Mazas and tired to get them to open up but after they learned she was flying back tonight all they could say was she had to come back to New York sometime soon to meet her father, a nice long visit. Derek and Maggie weren't any help either but they at least said that she could visit anytime she wanted to. The only way she would find out the truth would be to track them down before she left; her flight back was at nine thirty so it would be tight.
"Senior Police Officer Maza," Arianna said flashing a badge; "I need to speak with David Xantoes."
"Yes Ma'am," the security officer said; "he's on the eighty first floor. I'll tell him your coming."
"Thanks, and tell him I'm in a hurry," she said going to elevator and going up to the eighty first floor. She had her bag over her shoulder that sported the Miami precinct logo the same as her dark blue hat (with her hair up) with her dark sunglasses. She wore her parka with a white tee shirt and dark jeans that covered a very broken in pair of black heals. Knowing there would be a camera she kept her head down, didn't want to give anyone to much time to prepare. Looking at her watch she noticed she only had an hour and a half before her plane left, this was going to be tight.
"Officer Maza?" A solemn voice asked as the elevator doors opened. She looked up to see a blond man who looked strikingly like a butler. "Follow me," he said a little unsteady.
Arianna was shown into a large dark office that the only light came from the soon to be setting sun. "Officer Maza, Mr. Xantoes." A man with gray streaked hair turned around in a large leather chair to look at the teenager. He would of been extremely attractive if he had been twenty or thirty years younger with his piercing dark eyes.
"Officer Maza? What can I help you with?" David Xantoes smiled as he studied her.
"I need information about my mother," Arianna said stiffly.
"And who is your mother?" David Xantoes asked leaning across the desk.
Arianna sighed placing her bag in a chair and putting her sunglasses, hat and hair tie inside; "I'm told I look more like my mother when my hair is down."
David Xantoes shifted a little in his chair; "is Elisa with you?"
"No."
"What would you want my help for? Why not ask her?"
Arianna sat; "Whatever my mother might have wanted to tell me she can't anymore. So tell me what do you know of gargoyles Mr. Xantoes?"
"Gargoyles?" He asks raising an eyebrow.
"I have one point of view," Arianna said holding up her mother's journal. "I'm looking for others."
"Come with me officer, I think there is something you might want to see," Xantoes said leading her out of the room, quickly she grabbed her bag and followed. They moved to an elevator which took them up to the now famous Wyvern castle, then moved to a room in a tower that over looked the parapets. "Owen what time is it?" Xantoes asked.
"A minute to sunset," the man servant said, Arianna hadn't even realized he was still with them.
"Miss Maza if you will redirect your attention," Xantoes said signaling towards the stone gargoyles that were a story below them.
Arianna watched as the last rays of sun evaporated from the stone figures. A cracking sound could be heard as her sharp eyes detected breaks in all of the stone figures. Then several roars were let out from them as living beings broke free from their encasements for the night. Her eyes zoomed in on the largest male there with violet blue wings, Goliath.
"Well thank you for your help Mr. Xantoes but I have a plane to catch," she said checking her watch and descending down the stairs.
"Please, at least talk to them," David said; "you don't know what it was like when Elisa left."
Arianna looked back up the stairs; "yes I do. I would stay if I could but I have appointments to keep." With that she fled from the castle not even looking back.
"Owen," David said; "I want to know everything about Officer Maza."
"Do we tell the clan sir?" Owen asked.
"Yes, I learned along time ago to tell Goliath the truth," David responded and turned walking towards the clan.