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"Straight to the point, are we?" Demona stared at Gabrielle, musing. "Well, I'm very much like that myself. I admire that quality." She shrugged. "Well, I just wanted to talk to you. After all, a friend of Brooklyn's is a friend of mine." She strutted closer. "I noticed how you and Brooklyn interacted the other night. I'm so happy that you were there to help him. Because, I know I couldn't assist him. I had other duties to attend to." As she closed in on Gabrielle, her eyes never broke away from the human. Gabrielle felt uneasy, like Demona was peering into her soul and was trying to memorize every which way that her insides worked. "You see, we protect the city." She smiled, but it didn't ease Gabrielle at all.

"So," Gabrielle cautiously started. "What would you like from me?"

Demona's grin broadened, causing Gabrielle's stomach to flip. "You see, there was a very tragic accident that happened long ago, and my friends don't know that I'm even alive."

Gabrielle straightened, eyeing the gargoyle curiously.

"So I tried to find them, and I finally did." She paused, twitching her long, muscular tail. "Well, I found Brooklyn. But I saw him with you. Knowing he was safe with a friend, I left you and decided to come back. However, I figured that I might as well introduce myself to you."

Gabrielle cleared her throat nervously. "Um, well, thank you." She paused, wondering what was right to say. "I'm… pleased to meet you."

Demona tilted her head, crossing her arms, chuckling. "I thought you could help me. I want you to tell Brooklyn and his clan to meet me here a few nights from now."

Gabrielle's eyebrow rose. She knew gargoyles were generally trustworthy creatures, but there was something very different about this one. This gargoyle made her hesitant, alert, and a little scared. "Do you have a specific date in mind?" She tried to say this as softly as she could. She didn't want to anger or upset Demona in any manner. There was just something about her that she simply didn't like, didn't trust. Gabrielle swallowed. Listening to her gut was sometimes very bold and borderline horrifying.

"No," Demona answered flatly. "I will be here every night just in case. I am usually here anyway." Her eyes widened and added quickly. "On patrol, you know."

"Patrol?" She bit her lip. "What's that?" Gabrielle's heart rate sputtered. Whatever patrol was, she questioned what Demona was really doing.

"Patrol. Patrolling the city. Scoping out crime." She placed her claws back on her hips. "Protecting people like you."

Gabrielle could feel the blood drain from her face. She could hardly believe it even when the thought buzzed around her head a thousand times. "Is she…" Gabrielle thought to herself. "Lying…?" Of course she did not dare question the gargoyle aloud or outright, but the thought practically throbbed inside her skull. "Oh. Right." She replied a bit absently. "I'll be sure to tell them."

She nodded. "Good." She displayed another intimidating smile. "I look forward to seeing you again, Gabrielle."

After hearing her name, Gabrielle was instantly horrified. "When did I tell you my—" But she was cut off. Demona took off in a run and jumped off the ledge, but while doing so, violently shoved Gabrielle off the building.

Gabrielle screamed as she zoomed by the windows of twenty-story buildings. She could barely hear herself shriek because of the deafening air that rushed by her. As each second went by, she got much closer and closer to the streets of New York.

And then, everything stopped.

She didn't hit the ground, but she was no longer falling.

The blurs of the city lights came into focus, revealing a friendly face and a familiar voice. "Hey, Gab! Nice of you to drop in."

It was Brooklyn. Gabrielle could have cried out of sheer joy at that very moment, but she was too shaken to express any definable emotion. She felt something she couldn't name, and she wasn't even sure if she liked it or not. From being pushed off a building to landing in a friend's arms, she was beyond having a clear head or having any thoughts that really made sense.

"Brooklyn!" She hugged his neck. He was carrying her bridal style, and she hugged him both out grateful delight and partly because it was an involuntary action to ensure that she wouldn't fall. She placed her forehead in the crook of his neck. Her breathing hitched. "I'm so glad to see you." Her voice cracked and she couldn't seem to catch her breath. "Thank you so much!"

Brooklyn's eyes widened with concern. "Gab, what happened?"

"I met a female gargoyle named Demona who—"

"Demona!" Brooklyn's outburst caused Gabrielle to look up. His eyes were glowing and he started to growl. He pulled her closer to him. "Did she hurt you?" His voice sounded strained, like he was confused whether if he should be furious or worried.

Gabrielle's brows rose. "No, she didn't hurt me at all—"

He winced. "Did she push you off that building?" His teeth were bared and his whole voice became not much more than a deep, angry rumble.

Gabrielle's mouth opened slightly. "But, that was an accident! She went to go fly and—"

"An accident?" He yelled without realizing it. He noticed Gabrielle's muscles tense, so he forced himself to relax and continued more calmly. "You thought that was an accident?" He shook his head. "Demona did it on purpose."

Gabrielle was shocked. What did she ever do to Demona? She never had even met her before! After all, she did help Brooklyn, so what grudge could Demona possibly hold against her? "But, why?"

Brooklyn shrugged. "Demona doesn't like humans at all." He glanced at her sideways. "In fact… she hates humans." His features drooped, displaying sadness. "She's been plotting to destroy them all."

Gabrielle's jaw dropped, her shock enlarging her eyes like those of a disproportionate cartoon character. "Why does she want to do that?"

"A thousand years ago, people came during the day and destroyed gargoyles while they were stone." He cleared his throat, shifting his eyes from his friend's appall and back into the city's night. "She never forgave them. She wants to take revenge on the humans that are alive today."

She swallowed, wondering if she should dare to inquire to anything deeper than what he just said. "How many gargoyles…were killed?"

Brooklyn's head dropped momentarily. "Too many. Now, we're the only ones left."

A wave of mourning came over her. She struggled to form any words of comfort, but simply couldn't. Usually, Gabrielle could always come up with some kind, momentarily healing words to just about any victim, but now she could only draw a blank. "I'm… I'm so sorry." Gabrielle knew this was the last thing anyone ever wanted to hear, but she truly did feel sad for him.

He blinked, lifting his head up. "It's not your fault."

After a depressing, lonely silence, Brooklyn swallowed, asking huskily, "What else did she do to you?"

It took a few seconds for Gabrielle's mind to follow what Brooklyn had said. "Oh. Nothing." She lowered her eyes, feeling sick again. "She…we talked."

"I'll take you to the clock tower. There, we can all hear your story."

"We?...like, Goliath?" She saw him openly gawk at her. She hesitated, then added, "And the…clan?"

"Who told you about them?" Brooklyn quickly went through the conversation that they had the night before, and remembered that though he had brought up the clan, he had never mentioned any names except for Elisa's. How could she know about Goliath?

"Uh…" Her mouth went dry. "Demona,"

Brooklyn nodded sullenly. "I see."

Feeling as if she had said something wrong, Gabrielle turned her head away so she was looking backwards, and closed her eyes. As much as she tried to shut out her surroundings, she knew she couldn't. When she reopened her eyes, she knew that what she was trying to block out would just slam right into her face.

Slowly, Brooklyn's flight eased up and eventually stopped. He turned his head slightly to his friend and muttered, "We're here,"

Gabrielle opened her eyes. "Oh. Right." She quickly hopped down from the gargoyle's arms and turned to face the giant clock. She did this to avoid the view of the city below as well as to find an entrance. Gaping at it, it reminded her of being a New York version of the Big Ben. Looking back at her friend, she wondered how they would get in.

Brooklyn led the way, pushing on a part of the wall that led inside the giant clock. Walking closer, she saw that the wall was really just a door and it was just below the clock. Following Brooklyn, Gabrielle saw that there were others inside.

There were five other gargoyles inside; four males, and one female. There was also this weird looking thing that vaguely resembled a dog.

"Hey, Brooklyn's back!"

Gabrielle's head snapped to where the exclamation came from. She saw that one of the male gargoyles had said this. He was tall and seemed overweight with light blue coloring and bat-like wings similar to Brooklyn's and Demona's. Though this one's coloring was a different sort of blue than Demona's was. His ears were like fans, or even fins that were on the sides of his bald head.

"And, look! He brought a friend!" Gabrielle shifted her eyes to another source, spying a small green gargoyle that was also bald. Unlike the other gargoyles, his wings were not bat-like, but reminiscent of skin flaps of a flying squirrel.

They descended the stairs and acquired more greetings. This time a purple gargoyle, almost freakishly huge and strong, approached them. "Any friend of Brooklyn's is welcome here." He was clearly the alpha male. He had a very dark mane (whether it was dark brown or black, Gabrielle couldn't decide), and his wings were closed and hooked to each other at his collar bone like a cloak. Just as his mouth opened again to speak, another voice took its place.

"And what be yer name, lassie?"

Gabrielle tilted her head slightly to catch a glimpse of whoever asked the question with a distinct Scottish accent. It was another male gargoyle, but he looked remarkably older than the others. He had a tan coloring with a brown breast plate on, as well as strange-looking pants of some sort with some netting near the feet. He was sitting in a reclining chair in front of a small television. She noticed that he had a very white mane like Brooklyn's, and though he had one black eye like everyone else, the other was yellow with a scar over his brow.

She looked back at Brooklyn who was now at her side. With a closer look, she noticed that he had horns growing from his head, peeking out from his mane. He looked very sullen, almost depressed. "Guys, this is Gabrielle. She's the one that helped me the other night."

Just as she was about to wave and greet everyone, a giant blue haze lunged at her and tackled her down to the ground. The haze barked happily and licked her face.

"Hey! Looks like Bronx likes you!" Mentally matching the face with the voice, Gabrielle concluded that it was the little green gargoyle that said this. She also realized that the thing on top of her was the dog-thing that she noted from before.

"Nice to meet you, too…Bronx." Gabrielle tried to get up, but Bronx was too heavy.

"Come here, boy!" It was a female voice, and soon the gargoyle-dog was lifted off the human. The female looked a lot like Demona, only purple and with black hair. In fact, she looked exactly like Demona except that her colors were those of the alpha male that stood a few feet before her. "Hello, Gabrielle. My name's Angela." She placed Bronx down. "Nice to meet you."

Gabrielle nodded in return. "Hi, Angela."

The other gargoyles in choruses called out their names.

"Lexington,"

"Broadway!"

"Hudson's the name,"

"Arf, arf!"

The purple one waited until everyone quieted. "My name is Goliath. It is a pleasure to meet you." He gave a short bow. "We are very grateful that you helped one of our clan."

Gabrielle smiled brightly. "No problem,"

Goliath smiled back and then shifted his gaze to Brooklyn. "So, Brooklyn, how was your patrol?"

"Fine," He grumbled. "But Gab has quite a story to tell."

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"And you're sure you never told her your name?" Brooklyn asked, as Gabrielle finished recollecting her tale.

She nodded. "Yes. I'm positive."

He rubbed his beak as a human would rub his chin. "Then that means she was watching us."

Lexington wrinkled his forehead. "Creepy."

"Yeah," Broadway concurred. "What do you think she was doing that for?"

"And for how long?" Goliath added.

"I don't know," Angela chimed in. "But this all smells pretty fishy. Why would she think that you wouldn't tell us?"

"Aye, and worse yet," Hudson replied. "What if she was countin' on her tellin', and this be all part of a bigger plan?"

Everyone was silent.

Goliath was the first one to speak again. "This doesn't seem like a problem to be solved tonight. Knowing Demona, she could be planning anything." He turned to face the staircase that led back to the outside view of the Big Ben of New York. "She may have even been expecting us to come tonight, if she was relying on Gabrielle telling us the truth."

"So wouldn't she come to us?" Brooklyn asked, stepping closer to his leader.

"Probably not. She probably has a bigger plan than simply crushing us in our sleep."

Gabrielle heard Broadway gulp.

Goliath turned his head to his second-in-command. "Brooklyn, take Gabrielle home, then come right back. We will continue this tomorrow night."

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