Chapter 7
Temptation
"Quinn, can you pass me that bracket over there?" Lexington asked the red headed girl from her slouched position where his head was laying back.
They were in the Eyrie Building's garage that Mr. Burnett had been kind enough to open for them, finishing up the motorcycle Lexington had started working on a little over two months ago.
Quinn was obedient as she handed him what he asked for, occasionally casting her blue eyed gaze over at Brooklyn to see the red Gargoyle fidget impatiently, he was told he would get to be the first to ride their new motorcycle.
He tapped his foot against the pavement as he tried to look elsewhere besides at Lexington and Quinn working on the bike, Broadway soon grew irritated with this.
"Would you quit that stupid tapping already, your giving me a headache!" he yelled at Brooklyn, making Quinn fall back on her butt in surprise at the loud noise.
Lexington laughed at her as she rubbed her back end with a pained grimace, "So you can take the sound of a Gargoyle roar, but when a Gargoyle yells at another Gargoyle, you fall back? How does that work?" he asked her.
Quinn glared at him, "I didn't get to prepare myself for that particular noise, Lex." she ground out in an annoyed tone of voice.
Broadway walked over and helped her back to her feet, "Sorry Quinn, Brooklyn's buggin' me with that incessant foot tapping." he threw his head over his shoulder to glare at his Rookery Brother, who rolled his eyes, he had gotten rather good at that over the nights in New York City.
"Isn't it finished yet?" Broadway asked Lexington when Brooklyn continued to tap his foot against the ground, driving him insane.
"Come on, you've ridden one before." Brooklyn put in, tapping even faster now at Broadway's angered expression.
Lex sighed as he put the finishing touches on the left side of the bike, "You've ridden a horse before, could you build one from scratch?" he asked mockingly, cringing when the foot tapping started to annoy him as well.
Quinn, upon seeing the two other Gargoyle's faces screw up in irritation, walked over to where Brooklyn was leaning against the tool table, and Gibbs-Slapped him on the back of his head, so hard it made a loud slapping sound that resonated around the room.
"Ouch." Brooklyn groaned, rubbing the back of his head with one of his hands, the tapping stopping immediately, "What was that for, Quinn?" he demanded, cracking open one eye to fix it in a glaring way at her.
Quinn looked at him, "It was either that, or your foot was chopped off." she walked back to crouching next to Lexington's head, "I figured you might still need your foot in the near future." she finished with a smirk at his shocked eyes while the other two snickered at him.
Lex suddenly set his wrench down and clapped his hands together to get rid of the dust from the old tools, "It's done." he said aloud to the three other beings in the room.
Brooklyn smiled, turning around he grabbed a brown helmet off the table top. He turned it to expose the empty shell inside, taking his first talon and placing it inside, he easily pushed through the little black dot Quinn had marked on the inside where she knew his horns would stick out.
When the holes were open, he placed it on his head, silently aweing at how she knew exactly where to put the dots.
Broadway raised an eyeridge, "Why wear a helmet? Your head's hard enough." he pointed at Brooklyn's head.
Brooklyn ignored this as he walked a little bit away from the table, raising his arms over his head, he pulled his wings in, wrapping a majority of them around his waist while making the claws on top clasp together.
He held his arms out behind him as Quinn, who had managed to save up enough to buy him this, came up behind him with a new leather jacket, holding it out for him to put on.
When the sleeves had run up to his shoulders, she drew away, and he turned back around with a smile on his beak, "Hey! It's all part of the look." he stated.
Lexington and Quinn pushed the bike up to him, Quinn handing him a new pair of aviator sunglasses to complete his 'look', and he climbed onto the leather seat.
He revved up the motorcycle and turned his head in Quinn's direction, marveling at how her skinny jeans complemented her legs perfectly, and the leather hunter boots just added to it, she also had her hair down, it was actually pretty wavy, "Hey, baby, you wanna hop on?" he asked rather flirtatiously.
Quinn snorted in a slight laugh, zipping up her pine green hoodie, she grinned, "Not on your life, Brooke, now get going!" and with that, she kicked his kick stand up, and he was off, laughing as he exited the garage and made it on the street.
Lex blinked when Brooklyn disappeared, "Hey, we get to ride it after him... Right?" he asked to no one in particular.
Quinn shook her head with a grin, "There is definitely something wrong with that boy's brain." she said, when Broadway's stomach growled, "Hungry again?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Broadway looked sheepish as he nodded.
Quinn pursed her lips, "Hmm... I would say we could order pizza or something, but you guys don't like pizza. I think I could cook something, I've been told I'm good at it." she said.
Broadway looked at her with wide eyes, "What are you waiting for?" he said, grabbing Quinn on her shoulders, turning her around, and pushing her forward, into the elevator.
Lexington followed their bodies for a few seconds, then rushed himself to get in the small space with them before the doors closed, "Wait up!" he called; once he was inside, he had to pull his tail in as fast as possible before the doors could close on it, Broadway and Quinn laughing about it as they rode up.
Unbeknownst to them, they had a watcher, who jumped off the building across from them and took to the sky, following Brooklyn's path.
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Brooklyn rode a little ways behind a biker gang, his wings holding his jacket tightly to his midsection. After that getaway from the cops fiasco, he wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to try and talk to these bikers, then one of them decided to fall back.
His brown hair was flying in the wind, much like Brooklyn's white hair was doing at the moment, "Nice ride, man." the biker said.
Brooklyn smiled, "Thanks. You too." he replied, then noticed the other bikers were slowing down to be next to them, so he slowed his own bike down, until it came to a complete stop.
Right in the middle of the circle the bikers had formed around him.
The other bikers were taking off their helmets for some strange reason, so he felt it was only right if he followed their lead.
This was a bad idea, he found this out when he removed his helmet and the guy who complimented his motorcycle, gasped, "It's a monster! Let's get it!" he called out to his gang.
All at once, all the bikers circled around Brooklyn threateningly, before deciding it was a good idea to just crowd around him, throwing punches at every and any part they could reach.
Brooklyn grunted at the extra weight these bikers put on him, but he had more strength in one arm than these guys had in their bodies.
He growled low in his throat as he easily tossed them off of his body, standing up straight, his pupils disappeared, showing off the full whiteness of his eyes, he gritted his sharp teeth as he spread his wings, whatever remained of his jacket falling off his torso.
This got the effect he was hoping for, at least until one of them got out a wrench and ran at him, Brooklyn stopped him by grabbing him by his shirt and tossing him to the side easily, making him knock down one of the motorcycles.
Brooklyn rushed at another one, lifting him up bit the tops of his jeans and his shirt collar, he threw him at a few of his buddies, knocking him and the few he got, back on their butts.
This was when the men decided to dog pile the poor Gargoyle, almost to the point they would have crushed his bones if he were a human, but Gargoyles don't break so easily.
He thrust out his arms and legs, launching off the men that had jumped on top of him.
One of the men gathered themselves rather quickly and pulled out a hand gun.
He aimed it at Brooklyn while said Gargoyle was busy fighting off the other men.
He slowly started to pull the trigger, when something masked in shadows shot down and knocked him off balance, just when the bullet shot out of the barrel.
Brooklyn moved just in time for the bullet to miss him, and go forward until it made contact with the gas tank on Brooklyn's motorcycle.
The bike exploded in a smallish version of a mushroom cloud, sending all types of metal pieces and parts from the motorcycle.
Brooklyn's eyes glowed bright white as he watched this happen, then he turned around with a snarl as the thing, still cloaked in shadows, landed behind him.
The bikers started advancing on them, one of them got out a chain and flung it at Brooklyn, who allowed it to wrap onto his forearm, before he lifted it over his head and threw the man away, right into a few of his friends.
Brooklyn was about to go after them, when the other thing, he was guessing it was another Gargoyle, grabbed him by his shoulder and pulled him away, towards an alleyway.
The Gargoyle let go of Brooklyn, instead it sunk it's talons into the side of the building, scaling up the wall.
Brooklyn contemplated on going back to teach the bikers a lesson, but thought it best to walk away with his head still in tact, so he scaled the wall after the other Gargoyle.
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"Geez, Broadway, you just about polished off the last of that." Quinn looked at the Blue Gargoyle's mainly clean plate save the smeared on spaghetti sauce left behind by his fork.
She had fixed the five Gargoyles (Bronx had decided to help himself to her plate) spaghetti for dinner.
Lexington looked from Broadway's plate, to his own, "I'll never understand how he does that." he muttered mainly to himself when he saw his half full plate of the noodles with red sauce on them.
Hudson nodded in agreement, though a sparkle of pride shown in his good eye, "Aye, 'tis a great mystery I'm sure we will figure out eventually." he said gruffly, taking another bite from his nearly empty plate.
"This was a wonderful meal, Quinn, thank you for making it." Goliath piped up from his end of the table, smiling fondly at the girl.
"Your welcome, I enjoyed fixing it." she said, getting up and grabbing any and all empty dishes she could, ready to take them to the kitchen sink.
Lexington's hand shot out and grabbed two of the plates from her before she could move a step, "Lemme help you." he said, walking with her into the kitchen after she thanked him.
When the plates were piled in the kitchen, and Lexington had gone to play on her laptop, after he insisted on cleaning the plates with her, "I don't like it when a guy helps me in the kitchen, especially not when it's one of my best friends." she had said when he started to protest; her phone had started ringing.
She raised an eyebrow when she saw Julie's Caller ID on the screen, "Hello?" she asked dryly, wondering why in the holy hell her foster mother would call her instead of suck off the face of her partner.
"Don't sound so surprised, girl, since you seemed so interested in the Xanatos case, then I thought you'd like to know that he's getting out of prison next month." Julie replied just as dryly.
Quinn blinked, "What? Why is he getting out early?" she asked mainly to herself, forgetting that she was on the phone with the least likely person to really give a damn.
The woman sighed on the other end, "How do you think, genius? His lawyers, duh. Gotta go, girl, try not to miss me." she ended this cheerily before she clicked the end call button.
Quinn looked unamused, "Don't hold your breath." she muttered, closing her phone and grabbing the edge of the counter as she sighed, "How am I gonna tell Goliath?" she asked herself.
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Brooklyn resisted the urge to growl as he watched the biker gang drive away, before he turned and saw the figure cloaked in shadows, "Thanks, uh, I guess... Who are you?" he demanded.
"Don't be afraid. I just want to talk." the figure replied as they stepped from the shadows, exposing to him, Demona.
Brooklyn stumbled back, falling onto the gate on the ledge, "Yeah. Last time we met, you just wanted to blow me away with a bazooka." he said, turning around.
"That was then." she tried, holding out her hands to him as she walked closer, looking as trustworthy as she could.
"This is Goodbye." Brooklyn jumped up on top of the gate, looking like he was about to take off.
"Wait, please! I'm sorry, Brooklyn. I know I shouldn't have shot at you. I was crazy with grief and rage. If you only knew what I had to go through for hundreds of years dealing with the humans." she countered, coming up to stand next to him, laying her pale blue hand on his shoulder to get his attention.
Brooklyn looked at her with a raised eyeridge, "Hundreds of years? I thought you were under the Sleep Spell like we were." he asked, backing away a little bit from the gate.
Demona looked him in the eyes, "It's a long story. Centuries long. I'd like to tell you about it, if you'll let me." she replied.
Brooklyn was still wary, "I don't trust you, Demona." he stated, stepping off the gate.
Demona smiled rather wickedly, "You don't have to trust me, you just have to listen." she then pointed to where the remains of the bike lay, "You think this is bad? You don't know the depths to which humanity can sink, my young friend. But I do. Over the centuries, I have seen horrors that would blast your soul! Come, let me show you what mankind is really like." she offered her hand to him.
After some hesitation, he slowly grabbed her hand, and they took to the night sky.
They glided for a minute or so before landing on a rooftop across an alleyway where a woman was getting mugged.
The mugger managed to grab her purse and ran away from the scene of the crime, "HELP! POLICE! POLICE!" the woman was screaming.
Brooklyn's eyes glowed again as he watched the man get away. He was about to go after him and get the purse back, when Demona's hand on his shoulder stopped him.
He looked up at her, "What would you do? Capture him for human justice? He'll be out of jail and back on the streets in a day." she stated, motioning with her hand for him to follow her again.
Brooklyn turned back to see the woman talking to some cops, before jumping off the ledge with Demona.
After an hour of gliding out of the city, they stopped outside a house, looking in the window, they saw a couple fighting, "Look! His grades stink! His friends are hoodlums!" the man was yelling at his wife.
"What do you care! Your never home anyways!" the woman screamed at him, before she picked up a vase and flung it at her husband.
As this went on, a little boy, presumably their son, ran out of the house, and down the street.
Brooklyn looked taken aback, then turned to Demona, who shook her head, "They can't share their own home without fighting. And you expect them to share this world with us?" she asked him in disbelief.
They took to the sky again as they decided that was enough over there.
After they got back to the city, they landed on a roof across from a murder scene, they had made it just in time to watch some policemen put a gun in an evidence bag, and the medical examiners wheel the body away.
Demona shook her head, "They hold each other's lives completely without worth. Do you really think they'll welcome us with open arms?" she asked Brooklyn.
The red Gargoyle looked like he wanted to do something about it, "No." he said.
"And this is not the worst of it. We must make Goliath see the truth. Humanity will never accept us." she said, her eyes glowing a faint red.
Brooklyn couldn't help but think of Quinn, with her blood red hair and dazzlingly blue eyes, he grew a little angry with how Demona was badmouthing her race, "But not all humans are like that. Quinn is our friend." he ground out through slightly gritted teeth.
Demona's eyes switched back to normal, "Quinn... Yes, I-I realize she is not like these humans... How is she anyways? Uh.. Nevermind.. Can she keep you safe from the rest of humanity?" she seemed hesitant to ask him this question, and after he answered her with a simple, "She's fine.", cut him off when he was about to counter against her, "Only we can protect each other, Brooklyn. We must be united and strong, and willing to deal with the humans as they have dealt with us. Goliath thinks we can hide in their midst like mice and hope for their understanding. This is not possible. Remember what happened with Goliath and Lexington? They were hunted like animals because Lexington trusted the Pack." she said, dragging the subject away from Quinn.
Brooklyn was taken aback, "How'd you know about that?" he asked her suspiciously.
"If you think I'm wrong, then show yourself to them." she watched Brooklyn look down, but he didn't go, "Very wise, my young friend. They would shoot you down like a dog." she told him.
Brooklyn looked at her out of the corner of his eye, "Let's say your right. What can we do? Goliath still believes humanity will accept us eventually." he countered.
Demona nodded, her eyes closed, "Goliath must be made to see the truth for the good of us all. There is a way, Brooklyn. The Grimourum Arcanorum, bring it to me. There is a spell of truth within it's pages. With it, I can open Goliath's eyes. Once Goliath understands, the rest will follow him." Demona tried to get him to do what she asked,
"I'll do it." and she succeeded.
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Lexington smiled when he saw Brooklyn flying back home, and just in time for the sun to come up, "Hey! It's Brooklyn!" he called out to whoever would listen to him.
Quinn looked up from her shoes in time to see said Gargoyle land on his pedestal. She smiled at him, but frowned when he didn't even smile back, he didn't even look at her.
Goliath looked at him, "How was your joy ride?" he asked, quoting Lexington's words form earlier that night.
Brooklyn rubbed the back of his head, "Um.. Illuminating." he said, when Quinn cleared her throat and stepped closer to the lavender Gargoyle.
"Yes, Quinn, is something wrong?" he asked her in a concerned manner.
Quinn looked away briefly, "There will be.. Xanatos is getting out early, Goliath. He'll be out in a month." she repeated what Julie had told her.
Goliath raised an eyeridge, "Why does this concern you?" he asked her.
The girl blinked, "It concerns you! You all have to find a new place to live! But, don't worry, I think I know the perfect place." she tried, when Goliath shook his head from side to side.
"There is no need for that. Xanatos has been beaten, and the castle is ours now." he said, quite ready to end the conversation.
Brooklyn looked up finally, "How do we know that? What if he tries to reclaim it?" he asked, leaping to Quinn's aid, she raised an eyebrow, 'He's looking up, but why not at me?' she asked herself.
Goliath looked annoyed, "We will deal with that if and when it happens, but, we are not leaving our home!" he yelled, turning around to crouch on his pedestal.
Brooklyn looked at him pleadingly, "But, Goliath!" he started, sadly he couldn't finish this thought, for the sun came up, freezing him while he was in the middle of a fight with his Clan leader.
Quinn sighed, turning away, "That's one way of avoiding conversation." she muttered as she walked away from the Gargoyles.
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The next night, when the sun had gone down, six Gargoyles burst out of their stone prisons with mighty roars.
Lexington yawned hugely as he jumped from his perch to land next to Broadway, raising an eyeridge when hie eldest Rookery brother hadn't jumped off his own place, "You comin', Brooklyn? Broadway and I were gonna go watch a movie." he asked.
Brooklyn turned his head slightly in their direction, "Uh, no... You go ahead, I've got stuff to do." he said, casting one last glance in Goliath's direction as the giant Gargoyle stalked off down the corridor, folding his wings on his shoulders, presumably going into the library portion of the castle.
Broadway and Lexington exchanged a glance, even shared it with Hudson when the old Gargoyle had stopped to see what was going on.
Lexington shrugged his shoulders, "All right then, see ya later, Brooklyn." he called out, about to walk into the stone corridor, when Brooklyn's voice called him back.
"Where's Quinn?" he asked them suddenly, noticing that the red haired girl was no where to be seen.
Lex looked at Broadway, "You don't remember? She said she had a major test she needed to study for. She told us that she would try and stop by before we turned to stone for the day, but she's got to study." the big blue Gargoyle told the red Gargoyle.
Brooklyn looked a little struck down at this fact, "Oh." he sighed as the remaining members of his Clan dispersed and headed to the TV room.
'I can't believe what I'm about to do.' he thought to himself as he stood up and glided down from the tower, going to the courtyard.
He stopped outside the open doorway that lead into the Great Hall, where he knew the Grimourum Arcanorum was sitting in a display case Xanatos had left.
He stalked into the room and over to the case, aweing at the sight of the ancient book the Magus had used on him and his Clan all those years ago.
He opened the case and grabbed the book as fast as he could, turning around sharply when he thought he heard something, but when no one came out to stop him, he turned around and ran out the doorway.
He kept running along the length of the courtyard until he made it to the ledge. He jumped off and glided in the air, holding the book snugly to his chest as he directed himself to the Cloisters, where he and Demona agreed they would meet.
Upon landing in the courtyard of the medieval cathedral looking building, Demona stepped out of the shadows and walked towards him, "Do you have it?" she asked him with a wicked smile.
Brooklyn nodded, handing her the Grimourum Arcanorum, "What do we do now?" he asked her when she turned away and started fingering the pages, her eyes staring hungrily at the words on each page.
She spoke without turning around, "Now we get Goliath to come. Once he is here, I will recite the Truth Spell, and his eyes shall be open. But remember, Brooklyn, he must come with you and only you." she spoke with an angry tone in her voice, as if promising imminent doom to him if he were followed.
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"Do you think you studied enough tonight, Quinn?" Goliath asked the red haired girl as she leaned against the ledge next to his crouched body.
Quinn had arrived a few minutes prior after she was done studying for the test, she was going to hang out with Lexington and Broadway, but they were watching Tinkerbell and the Lost Treasure, so... No, she decided to hang out with Goliath instead.
She smirked, "I think I did, if I didn't... Well, Julie wouldn't even stop to give me the time of day, let alone badger me about my grades." she said, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to catch the cool breeze in her hair, which then made herself button up her black blazer as the wind reached her body.
Goliath looked at her with a straight face, "While she may not care about your grades, I do. If you fail that test, I will sit with you for however long it takes until you know every piece of information in that book." he said this much like a scolding parent, even ended his threat with a tap on her head, using the tip of his talon.
She looked up at him with a surprised expression, "I better go get my book.." she ended her sentence with a sprint into the hallway.
Goliath chuckled as he watched her go, shaking his head, he turned his gaze out at the sky.
"Goliath!" he turned around at the sound of his name being called, only to see Brooklyn gliding over to him.
Brooklyn landed on the pedestal next to him, "I found the most amazing place! It's like something from our time. It's called the Cloisters, and I can take you there if you'd like." he offered.
Goliath pondered this offer for a moment, his mind going back to Quinn and her studying for the test, then he realized she was probably having Hudson help her with it since she didn't exactly like the idea of a giant lavender Gargoyle looming over her shoulder.
He nodded, "Take me to it." he said.
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Brooklyn and Goliath landed in the Cloisters at the same time.
The leader looked around at the old stone building's courtyard with a smile, "It's beautiful. I wish we brought the others." he said, looking down at the beaked Gargoyle, the smile never leaving his face.
"It's good you didn't. Because we wanted you here alone." a female's voice came out from no where, the Gargoyles turned their heads in it's direction, only to see Demona step into the moonlight, a book that looked familiar tucked snugly to her chest, an evil grin on her face.
Brooklyn walked away from his leader, coming to stand next to Demona while keeping his eyes locked on Goliath, who had a shocked look on his face as he realized she had the Grimourum in her hands when she started flipping through the pages.
"Demona." he stated, "So, you did survive." he got his fists up in front of him as he prepared to fight his ex-mate.
Demona smirked evilly at him, "I always survive." she said.
Goliath observed the book carefully, "The Grimourum." he said, to which Demona nodded in confirmation, "Brooklyn, what is happening here?" he asked the younger Gargoyle.
Brooklyn held his hands up in defense, "Just listen to her, Goliath, please. She has something very important to say to you." he told him.
Demona nodded, "He's right, Goliath. Listen, and obey." she then started chanting the words to the spell she had turned to, her hands turning green as it shot out at Goliath, who had attempted to jump at her, hitting him square in the chest.
He screamed as he covered his eyes in pain.
Brooklyn grew concerned, "Goliath?" he asked timidly as Demona shut the book with a snap, a satisfied grin painting her lips.
Brooklyn held up his hands towards his fallen leader, when Goliath moved his hands and showed that his eyes were completely green, "What's happened? I thought the spell was supposed to open his eyes." he turned to Demona with an angered expression.
Demona nodded, "It will. Watch; humans are our enemies." she spoke to Goliath directly.
Goliath repeated in a monotone, "Humans are our enemies." at this, Brooklyn gasped.
Stumbling back a few steps, he grew a little shaken, "No! That wasn't the plan! I-I wanted to open his eyes! Not enslave him!" he exclaimed, looking at the female with murder in his eyes.
"You wanted him to know the truth, now what we tell him will be the only truth he knows." she replied, looking at Goliath approvingly.
Brooklyn's eyes narrowed, "Your insane." he said, lunging at her, "Give me the book!" he yelled.
Demona stumbled back a little bit, "Brooklyn, wait. You must trust me-" she started.
Brooklyn lunged at her again, his eyes glowed a bright white, "I WAS A FOOL TO TRUST YOU!" he screamed at her.
Demona looks shocked, "Goliath! Restrain him!" she yelled at the enslaved Gargoyle as she jumped back when Brooklyn jumped at her again.
Without hesitation, Goliath ran forward and managed to get Brooklyn in a headlock.
Brooklyn grunted as he looked down, using his foot, he kicked Goliath's feet out from under him, making him fall to the ground and let him go.
"Goliath! It's me, Brooklyn!" he tried to get Goliath to stop and listen to him, but it failed when Goliath attempted to grab him again.
Brooklyn dodged his huge hands, running around him, he didn't stop until he hit the door, automatically making it fall to the ground. He collected himself for a brief moment before he jumped up and ran into the room that greatly resembled the Great Hall.
Demona and Goliath entered the room together, "Wait, Brooklyn. Don't you see? This is the only way. This is only temporary, though. He will obey anyone who holds the spell. We must protect him until we reach our goals." she was saying as she stepped forward into the room, leaving Goliath standing in the doorway.
Brooklyn snuck behind a column the was closer to Goliath's back. Walking up slowly behind him, he raised a hand and made to touch Goliath's face, when Goliath surprised him by grabbing his wrist an inch away.
"Goliath, listen to me. You can't let Demona control you. You've got to snap out of it!" he tried to reach Goliath again, only to get shot down when Goliath threw him over his shoulder, right into a wall on the other side of the room.
He hit his back and fell to the floor with a grunt, as Demona stood over him, "I hate to do this, but you leave me no choice." she started flipping through the pages of the Grimourum Arcanorum.
Brooklyn layed on his stomach and looked up at her with a grimace, 'She's gonna use the same spell on me.' he realized as she opened her mouth to recite the spell.
He used his tail to swat the book out of her hands, making it go flying a few yards away from her, he lunged at it from his position on the floor.
Demona screeched at him, "Goliath, stop him!" she exclaimed as he grabbed the book and started flipping through the pages of the ancient book.
She ran at him when Goliath failed to do her bidding, managing to grab the red Gargoyle by his throat as she ripped the book from his hands, not realizing he had some pages in his clutches, "You fool. Did you think I'd come this far for you to stop me now?" she mocked him as she tossed him to the side and turned back to Goliath, "Goliath, destroy him." she said as she walked over to stand next to him.
She looked puzzled when the enslaved Gargoyle did nothing, "I hold the book." she showed him what she was talking about, "You must obey me." she deadpanned with an angered expression.
Brooklyn smirked, "You hold the book, Demona. But I hold the spell." he said, and much to her horror, held up three pages that had the spell on it, "Goliath, take her!" he exclaimed.
Goliath ran at Demona, who dropped the book on instinct; she jumped up and landed on his back, making him fall forward as she jumped higher up. She lodged her talons into the stone of the wall, reaching over, she grabbed the bars holding a tapestry up on the wall, and flung it down, making it land on top of Goliath.
She dove down and grabbed the book before Goliath managed to tear through the tapestry, and she glided away, going up to a window, Goliath followed after her, growling at her as he pushed her through the glass, automatically shattering it as they glided away form the Cloisters, Brooklyn following closely behind.
As they glided, Demona started ripping random pages from the book, before Goliath grabbed her, pushing her into the ground. They rolled a little ways, hitting a few baby trees as they went; when they stopped, Demona stood up and grabbed a loose boulder from behind her, turning around, her eyes glowed crimson as she threw the huge rock at Goliath, who jumped out of the way, making the boulder fall into a few trees.
Demona smirked, "Even with no will of your own, you are a force to be reckoned with." she said before she looked over her shoulder at the sound of Brooklyn screeching at her, dodging Goliath one last time, she held the book at arms length over a ledge that lead into a river, "You've won this time." she said, before she dropped the book.
Brooklyn gasped as he shot out to grab it, "NO!" he screamed, diving down sharply and managing to grab the book before it could hit the water.
When he had glided back to the top, he saw Demona had glided away form them. He sighed when he saw Goliath was still enslaved, "C'mon. Let's go home." he said.
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"And that's what happened." Brooklyn had finished explaining the entire story to the other five Gargoyles and the human girl back at Castle Wyvern.
Lexington pursed his lips, "Where's the counter spell?" he asked.
Brooklyn looked down dejectedly, "It's gone. Demona must've ripped it out of the book when we chased her to the river." he then looked at Goliath, "I am so sorry, Goliath. I didn't mean for this to happen." he said sadly.
Quinn was looking at the spell in Brooklyn's hands, "The person who holds the spell controls Goliath, right?" she asked him to clarify, to which he nodded, "Let me see it." she held her hand out for him to place the pages in her grasp.
When she held the spell in her hands, she turned to Goliath, "Okay, Goliath, I hold the spell, so you have to do as I say. And I say that I want you to go about your life and act the way that you normally would even if you weren't under a spell. Starting now." she said and snapped her fingers.
Goliath blinked, and his eyes went back to normal.
He shook his head to clear it as he looked at his Clan, before looking down at Quinn, "Good work, Quinn." he praised, and all at once everyone cheered.
Quinn smiled as multiple claps went in her direction, before she turned to Brooklyn, "You shouldn't have spoken to Demona, Brooke, you know that, right?" she asked him.
Brooklyn looked upset, "I know that now. She just seemed so truthful." he sighed, when Goliath placed his hand on his shoulder.
"She has always sounded truthful, that does not mean that she is right." he told the younger Gargoyle.
Brooklyn smiled, "I don't know why, but she asked how you were." he indicated Quinn, who crossed her arms in a quizzical manner.
She pursed her lips, "Why would she talk about me?" she asked.
Brooklyn shrugged, "I don't know, she just asked me a question about you for some reason." he said, when Goliath's eyes narrowed.
"You didn't tell her anything about Quinn, did you?" he asked as his eyes glowed white.
Brooklyn held up his hands in defense, "No! I swear I said nothing to Demona about Quinn besides her health and her name." he said.
Goliath growled, "You gave her enough information to make Quinn sick enough to die?!" he exclaimed.
Quinn rolled her blue eyes, "Geez, melodramatic much?" she said sarcastically as Goliath turned towards her.
"I am only worried for your safety, Quinn." he said simply.
Brooklyn, wanting to bring this conversation into something other than Quinn's safety, turned to Quinn instead, "At least I know Demona was wrong about you, Quinn. Any species with you as a member can't be all bad." he said sincerely.
She smiled, blushing a bit, "Thanks, I think." she said before turning towards the horizon when the sun started coming out, "Well, I guess I'll see you guys tonight." she said before turning around and practically running into the hallway without another word, the Grimourum tucked safely under her arm after Brooklyn had given it to her to put back in the case.
The six Gargoyles got on their pedestals, and before the sun came out, Brooklyn turned to Goliath, "I really am sorry, Goliath. I wasn't intending for you to be an enslaved zombie." he said.
Goliath smiled, "It is over now, let us forget the past and move on with the future." he said.
"Hey." Brooklyn turned to look at Lexington at the sound of his voice, "What happened to the motorcycle?" he asked with a worried expression, Broadway's face mirroring his own.
Brooklyn looked ashamed, "Um, it blew up." he said simply, turning his head back towards the sun.
"Oh.. WHAT?!" Lexington screeched in shock, just as the sun came out and is face froze with a gaping mouth and wide eyes.
Sorry it took so long to update this story, I've been busy with a lot of other stuff and it never registered to me that I had to update.
I want to thank my friends grapejuice101 and MonstarzGirl for all their help in this chapter and the chapters to come. Thank you, guys! :)
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