Disclaimer: Gargoyles aren't mine. Kristi and Denice, however, are.
A/N: I apologise to the Broadway/Angela fans for this, I really do... please don't kill me... but I have my reasons... which will become apparent in time, don't worry...
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Denice sighed. How did Kristi talk her into this? She didn't want the hybrid out of her sight for a second. Of course, she knew that Kristi was one of the most stubborn people she'd ever met and she wouldn't have been able to worm her way out of the glide if she'd chosen to argue.
Not that Denice didn't enjoy the nice updrafts that let her glide without having to do much work. Also, she hated spending all night on top of that abandoned building they were staying at. Fortunately, it still had running water, a situation that could change at any moment.
She smiled to herself. Running from a madman and all she was thinking about was running water. Then she frowned. What that man had done to her had been one of the most painful things she'd ever been through. Just like that, she'd been changed into a gargoyle; an irreversible spell. Denice blinked back tears.
If that man could do that to her without even batting an eyelash, then what could she do to protect Kristi from him? She shook off the feeling of helplessness that had just come over her. It didn't matter. She'd do her best and more to make sure that son of a bitch didn't hurt her best friend like he'd hurt her.
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Angela looked next to her and sighed. She and Broadway had been on patrol for ten minutes and had managed not to speak a word to each other. Broadway hadn't been speaking to her a lot lately and Goliath had noticed.
Hence this brilliant idea to put them together on patrol. What had happened was this: she'd all but chosen Broadway as her mate when she realized that he wasn't the right guy for her. He was far too sweet and kind. Not that she had a problem with that but... she had her reasons.
He'd reacted badly, even though she'd broken the news to him gently and hadn't told anyone else.
Broadway turned to her and gave her a small smile. "Lovely night," he said in a voice that sounded a bit strained.
She returned the smile. "That it is." She replied.
More silence. Angela frowned. This was not going well.
She looked around and suddenly saw something unbelievable. "Broadway, isn't my mother in Paris?" she asked in an excited tone. Broadway hoisted a brow ridge. "The last time I checked. Why?"
In reply Angela pointed at a gliding shape on their left. "Who is that?" Broadway wondered aloud. "I don't know, but I'd like to find out." Angela banked sharply to the left, leaving Broadway confused momentarily before he followed her.
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Denice checked her watch. Darn! She'd been out for nearly an hour; she hadn't meant to stay this long. Suddenly, she heard a voice. "Hi there!" it shouted.
What the… A lavender female gargoyle was gliding towards her followed by a turquoise male. Denice was so surprised that she literally stopped moving and began losing altitude. Realizing her mistake, she extended her wings a bit farther and caught a draft, landing on a building gracefully.
The two strange gargoyles landed next to her. The female looked sheepish. "I'm sorry for startling you," she said. Having gotten over most of her shock, Denice managed a laugh. "It's okay. I just…wasn't expecting company. I'm Denice and you are…" she trailed off. Angela smiled and introduced herself and Broadway. "We're part of the clan here. Where are you from?" Broadway asked, curiously.
"The British Virgin Isles. We came here about two weeks ago."
Angela and Broadway exchanged a glance. "We?"
"Myself and my friend." nodded Denice. Then her eyes grew wide. "Oh, no! I've left her alone too long. I have to get back!" The other two gargoyles immediately looked concerned.
"Is she in trouble?" asked Broadway. Denice stopped.
"You could say that. I'm her guardian. I have to protect her."
Angela nodded. "We'll come with you. You sound like you might need our help."
Denice looked grateful.
"Thank you. We need all the help we can get. Follow me," she said.
She jumped off the edge of the roof followed by Angela and Broadway. A feeling of hope spurred her on. Somehow, she instinctively knew that these gargoyles could help. Gliding towards what she had grudgingly home for the past two weeks, the feeling grew. They were not alone.