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1. My sincerest apologies for not updating in a looooong time. School keeps me busy because I like to do well, so I often don't find time to write very much. Also, I have to say that I have TOTALLY and completely lost my inspiration for this story. But never fear, I don't leave anything half done, and since I've already plotted the story I will finish it. Though it will be more of a chore now……

2. THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! Wow, gives everyone cookies you guys really like it. Shiny eyes Keep up the great job; it helps me create better chapters.

3. Also, some people have written me emails requesting to use parts of my story and here is my answer to most of you: As to using lines or other direct similarities to my story NO because I've worked hard to create it. As to using heights or other stuff, I can't stop you there. Such things are common flaws that anyone could have.

4. As to Angela and all, I am a bit um….Gargoyle illiterate. I have only seen one or two of the first episodes therefore, please forgive any errors but I'm going with what I have.

Disclaimer: I do NOT, NOT, NOT own anything except my own made up characters. Everything else is copyrighted and belongs to Greg Weisman(sp?) and Disney. I am not writing this for profit but merely for a little fun.

P.S. I visited NYC in Manhattan for Spring Break. Hopefully I will have better examples of my surroundings and such now. It may make the story more realistic.

Chapter Three

Standing on the tower, I watched as the dark shapes grew in size until they were almost on top of us. I was terrified. Not only did these Gargoyles look larger than the others, but I was sure from Brooklyn's serious expression, that they had some importance. I thought my heart would jump out of its proper place in my chest, I was so scared.

Absently, some part of my mind realized that I had backed up to the tower wall. I noticed that I was bracing myself against it, and that my breathing was rapid and harsh.

Stop that! I angrily told myself. If you tell these…creatures, no they're Gargoyles, that you're scared they'll use that against you. Control yourself scaredy cat!

Taking several deep breaths to calm myself down, I used the wall as support and both Brooklyn and I watched as the two shapes landed in front of us. They stepped into the moonlight and I had to pinch myself to keep from crying out in fear.

The first one was enormous, and had to be at least over seven feet tall. He was the most human looking Gargoyle I had seen, with a purple body and dark hair. His eyes were black, deep and forbidding. The instant I met them, I dropped my gaze. I sensed him appraising me, with those depthless eyes. I shivered and found my self noticing his large claws and how sharp they were.

Telling myself that I was rude, and tearing my eyes away, I noticed the second figure behind the first. He was a bit more robust than the other, with skin of light teal. I held in a snort as I saw his face, with small flaps that stuck out where his ears should've been. He reminded me of a fish with wings. His eyes were brown and his gaze inquisitive, but I quickly averted my eyes to the ground.

Brooklyn's voice broke the uneasy silence that hung in the air.

"Goliath," he nodded to the purple one, "and Broadway," he nodded to the other, "I'd like you to meet my new friend, Lissa." A red claw gestured to me, and I managed to force myself to look up, trying to keep my calm and tell myself that they were not monsters.

Something in the purple Gargoyle's face softened when he looked at me, maybe it was my fear, or maybe it was just an instinct.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lissa," he spoke with a voice that rumbled like distant thunder. Not ominous, not yet anyway. He held out a large claw.

I was stunned. He wanted me to shake his hand…er…claw? But I couldn't be rude.

"It's nice to meet you, as well, Goliath," I said softly. Gingerly I took the outstretched claw and shook it. The name definitely suited him, I thought.

I dropped my hand, just as the other Gargoyle charged forward. I jumped back, towards Brooklyn.

"I'm Broadway, nice ta meet ya!" he said enthusiastically.

I gave him a shaky smile and nodded. "Hi Broadway."

"We must speak with the others," Goliath said and folded his wings about himself cape-like, as Brooklyn had. The two Gargoyles filed past Brooklyn and I; Goliath walking with a distinct authoritive air. I had a feeling that I had just encountered the head honcho around here.

I let out a long breath, slid down the wall, and hugged my knees. Brooklyn let out a soft chuckle. I gave him a puzzled look.

"Goliath has that effect on others," he explained.

Strangely, I felt myself laugh softly in return. "That obvious, was I?"

The corners of his mouth turned up in gentle smile. "Not really. But there were places that I saw some fear slip through."

I looked away and the silence settled around us again.

Suddenly, the quiet was broken by the sharp beeping of my watch, and it was Brooklyn's turn to jump.

"Oh shoot me!" I glanced at the time. "10:00pm! My parents are probably frantic by now! I'm going to be deader than dead!" Noticing Brooklyn I turned to him. "I have to go…um….if I can remember the way home…."

He seemed concerned. "Why couldn't you remember the way home?"

Embarrassed, I felt my face flush. "Well we just moved here, and the city can be rather confusing."

"Ah…hm…well, would you allow me to carry you?"

"Carry me!"

He nodded with sincerity.

I don't think my brain was functioning properly that night. I must've been in shock for me to say something so…out of place.

"O-Okay," I hesitantly replied.

I caught a quick glimpse of a smile, before he moved, quick as a cat, and swept me up bridal-style. Quickly, to save myself from falling, I twined my arms through his mane of white hair and around his neck. His skin was soft, very smooth and warm. I stiffened a bit at his touch, tensing.

"What's your address?" he murmured softly, brown eyes watching me.

Noticing that he was very calm, I replied. "32 East 95th Avenue."

In a swift and smooth motion, Brooklyn leapt onto the ledge separating us from the ground, and I looked down.

I closed my eyes at the dizzying height and a shudder ran through me. My fear almost took over, but I kept my eyes closed tight and huddled closer to Brooklyn's body.

"What's wrong?" he inquired. I kept my eyes shut tight.

"Nothing."

He didn't say a word, but I heard a whooshing-sound and knew that he had opened his dark red wings. I felt a lurch and I knew that we were in the air. I thought of anything but the drop beneath me. I imagined the sound of galloping horses, my favorite animals, and the riding lessons I used to take. But still my body stiffened.

"Hey, hey, it's all right." I felt Brooklyn's hand rubbing my back. "C'mon what's the matter?"

The silence stretched. Finally, I blurted it out in a whisper that I didn't think he would hear with the wind rushing around us.

"I…I'm…afraid of heights."

"More like, scared to death," he chuckled back. I sensed a gentle rocking motion. "It's okay, you can look now, and we're about two houses down from where you live."

Gingerly, I opened my eyes and glanced around. We were back on my street. He lowered me gently to the ground.

"Um…Thanks," I said, a bit embarrassed.

"Nah, it was no prob."

"Oh and about telling anyone….um…you don't need to worry. No one would believe me anyway."

The Gargoyle smiled. "Well…I…I..uh…would like to see you again, if that's okay?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, come to the tower tomorrow at sunset. And don't worry, your secret's safe with me."

For the first time that night, I actually felt comfortable and at ease. Almost like I was talking to another teen.

I smiled. "Sure."

Turning I ran to my house. But just as I was about to go in, I saw a dark shadow fly overhead, and I waved.