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Soul Mates, Part I
by Krystiana Slinky (krystiana@geocities.com)
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Are you actually reading this, or are you just going to skip
it like most people do? Well, if you are, then I guess you
are patient and like reading nonsense.
Anyway, Gargoyles belong to Disney/Buena Vista, all right?
They aren't mine, but I am sure you know that since you are
reading this, and likes Gargoyles. This story, however, is
mine. You can't steal my idea. It's all mine!!!!!!!!!!!!
Calm down, Krys...
Okay, now, if you are going to read this, you must read
these other stories first:
Music Says It All
To Live Again, Part I
To Live Again, Part II
Echoes of the Future
Companionship
The Gate (co-authored by Kristafori)
I've also written something called "Temptation," but that is
a whole other universe, which was aptly named "The Altered
Universe" by a friend of mine. However, if you like seeing
Brooklyn acting evil, I strongly recommend it. :)
If you know me, this is the first of what I plan on
releasing a story at least bi-weekly. My normal stories take
anywhere from two days to a few weeks(+ one day for
editing). But after school started again, I fell
behind. :( So, anyway, I plan on releasing a story every
other Friday. Okey-doke? Good.
This story is dedicated to my friend, Molly, AKA Banshee.
(Yes, Molly is her real name.) She helped me come up with
this story idea. We actually got the idea from walking
around down at the Plaza, and we saw a movie poster for "The
Devil's Advocate." We had no idea what it was about, and
this idea sprung into our heads. Okay? So this is dedicated
to her!
And we're off!!!!
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{Future Tense}
Brooklyn: Are you all right, my love?
"Previously on Gargoyles...."
Demona: Yes, now that I'm back in your arms.
{Hound of Ulster}
Banshee: Oberon wants his children to return to Avalon. But
know this - I will not return.
{The Gathering, Part I}
[Weird Sisters carrying Banshee]
Banshee: Release me!
Oberon: You pride yourself on your siren voice. And so your
voice will be taken away until we see humility in your
silent plea.
[Oberon placing the metal plate on Banshee's mouth]
{Music Says It All}
Demona: I love you, Brooklyn.
{The Gate}
Demona: I can't stay. I've learned how to forgive humans,
now I have to forgive myself.
Brooklyn: I'll go with-
Demona: No. I have to do this alone.
Demona: Goodbye, my love.
[Demona gliding away, Brooklyn looking after her, and the
clan watching him]
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Soul Mates
Part I
The gargoyle swooped around the Aerie Building before
finally making a landing in the middle of the courtyard. He
had a rather sour look on his face.
Brooklyn was in a bad mood, and he intended to let people
to know it.
But the rest of the clan already knew it, and they avoided
him.
Which made his already bad mood into a pissed mood.
No gargoyle likes to be avoided. Especially after finding
love, and then so narrowly losing it again. He knew he would
get her back one day, but he knew that could be centuries.
No one had even seen Demona for a few months. Angela
missed her, but she had Broadway to comfort her. Brooklyn
was in more pain, and although the clan knew it, Brooklyn
had become a mystery to them. When they tried to help him,
he pushed them away.
He stalked into the castle, his face unchanging. He turned
into the entertainment room and turned on the CD player. He
had listened to music, trying to keep his mind off Demona,
but whatever her listened to reminded him of her. Sheryl
Crow, because of the dream he had of Demona dancing to it.
Alanis Morisette, because of the dream Lex had told him
about. Even White Town, with the "Your Woman," song, somehow
he just thought of her.
Tonight he wanted to think of her. He brought out one
album, one Elisa had bought for him a few weeks ago, trying
to cheer him up. It was Space, Spiders album. He put the CD
in the player and fast-tracked to Track 5, "Me and You Vs.
the World."
"I first met you hanging knickers on the line
From that moment on I knew that there could only be one
outcome
Me and you against the world forever
You have no folks
And I'm just a joke
But we made a vow that we would never sell each other
out
A lie detector wouldn't make me doubt you
Now we know that its us versus the world now
Me and you against the world now
Look up there in the sky now
See the stars, well, they're shining just for us
Hey now, me and you against the world now
Look up there in the sky now
See the stars, well, they're shining just for us."
Brooklyn stopped the player. He knew the rest of the song,
but he loved the chorus. The rest of the song was about two
robbers and they were shot while they were trying to get
away. In the end, they were lying dying in each others arms.
Brooklyn smiled slightly. ~What else will humans write
about?~ he thought. ~They'll sing about anything just to
make money.~ He fast-tracked to the last track, Track 14. It
was a musical song, with no vocals. It was called "Growler."
He sat back, letting the music wash around him. He closed
his eyes and imagined Demona. He saw her eyes, her wild red
hair, her soft blue-green skin. Everything about her that
used to drive him up the wall, he now loved.
The song came to and end, but he didn't get up to stop the
player. He wanted silence.
He got sixty seconds of it. The CD player started another
song, one that he hadn't heard before. The music was
inticing, and he sat up to see who had changed the CD.
No one was there, and the CD was on Track 15. he picked up
the case and looked at the back. There wasn't a Track 15,
according to the label. The song itself explained it,
though. The mystery of why the album was called "Spiders"
was revealed.
"In twenty years from now I want to be nowhere
I live life day by day just sitting in the same chair
If it wasn't for you I'd have taken you
You gave me a brand new meaning, an extra season
And all of this from a girl who's
Scared of the spiders and she's scared of the dark
She's scared of the bogeymen in the dark
But if anybody comes her way I know she'll cut their
bones off
They wrote a book about her
Its taken the place of the Holy Bible
I'd send her to the stars but the universe couldn't
handle an eagle
If it wasn't for you I'd have taken you
You gave me a brand new meaning, an extra season
And all of this from a girl who's
Scared of the spiders and she's scared of the dark
She's scared of the bogeymen in the dark
But if anybody comes her way I know she'll cut their
bones off
Scared of the spiders and she's scared of the dark
She's scared of the bogeymen in the dark
But if anybody comes her way I know she'll cut their
bones off."
Brooklyn stopped the CD player, his beak open wide. The
song described Demona almost perfectly. She was one of the
bravest gargoyles Brooklyn had ever known. But she was
scared of the bogeymen, which were her own personal ghosts,
her guilt.
* * *
Ani DiFranco blasted out the window of Nightstone
Unlimited.
Demona was definitely not happy, either.
As much as she wanted to reform, she knew she couldn't.
She had started being nicer to her employees, giving them
raises, even complementing them on their work regularly, but
nothing helped. What could you do when you had tried to
destroy the human race a year ago?
Demona stood up and began pacing. Angela was growing up
with a human for a mother. Not that Elisa didn't make a good
mother, but Demona wanted to be there for her daughter.
One more face floated into her mind, and this time it
didn't leave. Brooklyn was still younger than her, but she
loved him more than she had ever loved Goliath or Thailog.
Demona had no idea why she was listening to this human
music, she just knew it eased her pains.
Except for one, a pain that wouldn't die until she
could once again be wrapped in Brooklyn's strong, red, arms.
She never knew it was possible to love someone this much. It
hurt to be away from him.
She turned to the window. *Brooklyn?* she cried out
silently to him. There was no answer. ~Probably out of
range,~ she thought bitterly. ~He is on the other side of
Manahattan.~
* * *
Not anymore, at least. Brooklyn was gliding around
Nightstone Unlimited when Demona called out to him. He
didn't dare give his presence away. As much as he wanted to
see her, he wouldn't.
Goliath had seen how much pain Brooklyn was in, and had
said he could go and stay with Demona, to help her along her
journey. Brooklyn refused, saying he had a responsibility to
the clan, and couldn't abandon them.
Besides, Demona said she wanted to be alone.
Brooklyn landed on the ledge of a different window. He
had to just look at her, to try and soothe something. He
pressed himself up against the glass.
There she was, looking so very solemn. He fiery red
hair reflected in the dim light. Her eyes were closed at the
moment, head down, arms crossed.
Brooklyn pressed himself farther onto the glass as all
the memories he had of Demona, good and bad, swung past him.
When she had talked privately to him that first time
after they woke up, he felt something for her, but it wasn't
love. At least he didn't think so.
When she stroked the side of his beak he felt a surging
passion, but not love.
But his feelings had finally come out. His true
feelings. He admitted them, and they managed to push the
rage away.
~Didn't it?~
* * *
Demona wanted to just even see Brooklyn's shadow. She
knew it was a million to negative one chances of seeing him,
but she didn't care. Thinking of him made her feel better
and worse at the same time.
She loved everything about him. His snow-white hair,
his beautiful eyes, his sense of humor, even his sprouted
beak. He was younger that her, but he matched her with
everything. Besides, in a few years, he would be the same
age as her.
But then a few years after that, he would be older than
her, and keep growing. She knew that they wouldn't die
together, despite how much she wanted it. He would die, and
she would still live...
With a moan, she sank to the ground.
* * *
Brooklyn saw Demona fall. He gasped, worried that
something was wrong. He turned to the edge of the window,
searching for some sort of latch to open it. His sensitive
talons ran along the side, and finally caught on a latch.
Pulling it up, he rushed inside.
He ran to her side and hugged her, picking her up.
Demona gasped and opened her eyes. A broad smile spread
across her face and she threw her arms around Brooklyn's
neck.
"My love!" she shouted. "How...never mind. I'm just so
happy to see you again!" She kissed each side of his beak
and then planted a final kiss on his lips. Brooklyn returned
the kiss, holding on tightly to her. Thinking back to the
Castle Wyvern days, he remembered something that mates often
did.
Extending his wings, he wrapped his wings around both
of them. Demona smiled and laid her head on his chest.
Brooklyn smiled down at her.
They stayed that way for what seemed to be a long time.
Demona finally drew away from Brooklyn. He then put a talon
under her chin and tilted her head up at him. It had not
occurred to him until then that he was now taller than her.
Smiling, he bent down on one knee. Taking one of her hands
in his own, he stroked her face, almost relishing in her
beauty.
"My love," he began, half-closing his eyes. "A few
months ago I was moping that I would never have a mate, or
anyone who would love me. But now, I see what I should have
seen before - you are the most beautiful gargoyle I have
ever seen."
Demona blushed. "I never though of you as a poet, my
love."
Brooklyn grinned. "Just say you're seeing a whole new
side of me," he said. "Just like I saw a whole new side of
you." Brooklyn drew her back into the embrace they were in
before, but Demona pulled back.
"My turn," she said, smiling mysteriously. "Brooklyn,
after Thailog, I thought I could never trust another again.
But you forgave me despite all I have done, especially to
you." She paused, frowning. "I realize I have never
been...accommodating towards humans, or the clan, but you
forgave me, and you were the first to forgive me, even
though you were the one who hated me the most."
Brooklyn began to protest, but she placed a hand over
his beak. "After what happened with Angela, I began to
realize that what I wanted was stupid. That what I wanted
had cost me everything that mattered to me. That what I
wanted wasn't right, and just... evil."
"But you weren't evil!" Brooklyn interrupted. "You just
didn't understand humanity. And after everything that
humanity had done to you, you still forgave them. And you
are surprised that I forgave you?"
Demona looked down. "Brooklyn...I am afraid about
something."
"What?"
Demona looked up at him, searching his eyes for an
answer to the question she was about to ask. "I am afraid
about the future."
Brooklyn looked puzzled. "But there's Krys..."
Demona shook her head. "I mean the future after that.
Brooklyn, I am afraid about your death." Brooklyn's features
melted into understanding. "I am afraid...I am immortal and
you are not." She turned away from him. "What am I to do
about it?"
Brooklyn placed his taloned hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry about that now."
Demona smiled, turning back to him. "You're right. That
is a long time from now." Smiling, she ran back into his
arms.
* * *
AVALON
The green heisan figure floated into the empty hall.
Only Oberon was still there, looking rather bored. As the
figure floated closer, he looked up.
"Banshee," Oberon stated. The Banshee looked down as
Oberon sat up. "I wager you are here to plead for your voice
to be returned to you." She nodded.
Oberon sighed and rose a hand. The metal plate over the
Banshee's mouth melted away. "Your silence has shown us your
humility. Although there is still very little, it has grown
since you...arrived here again. See that it still grows,
child."
The Banshee smiled at Oberon with sincere gratitude.
"Thank you, my lord Oberon." She turned to leave, and then
stopped. ~He wants me to show humilty,~ she thought to
herself. She turned back to her father, her lord. "Is there
anything I can do in return?"
Oberon looked sincerely surprised. "Not now, Banshee.
Perhaps at a later time."
Banshee nodded and smiled once more, and then she took
her leave.
* * *
Hey, look, our sister finally got her voice back!" The
image of the young Peter Maza laughed as the Banshee
appeared.
The Banshee turned at her brother's voice. "Coyote,"
she sneered. "Must you always torment me?"
Coyote laughed again. "Of course," he stated. His face
darkened suddenly. "With Puck gone...someone has to take his
place!" Coyote sighed. "But I can't fill his shoes."
Numerous others around him nodded in agreement and
faces quickly turned sour. Using the sorrow as a
distraction, the Banshee flashed away from the room into her
own private quarters.
"They always torment me!" She screeched. The walls
around began to shake at the sound of her voice. She calmed
down a bit. ~I don't want Lord Oberon after me again.~
She sneered at the thought. ~LORD Oberon, indeed. If I
had the power...~ She smiled suddenly. ~Maybe it is time for
a visit to the mortal world. And since time passes slower
here then in the real world, I can have a few days before
someone notices I am gone!~
In a flash, she disappeared.
* * *
MANHATTAN
The child of Oberon walked along in her mortal form.
Molly fit right in with the rest of the crowd. In Ireland it
was much easier to steal things, but here it would probably
be harder, and she did not want to test her luck.
She turned the corner and ran into a tall man, and she
fell to the ground. To a mortal, he would look threatening.
The man had a leering face, and had eyes for Molly. He
plastered a false smile on his face.
"Aw, I'm sorry, Sweetheart," he said, helping her up.
"I'm always running into people." He looked her over again.
"But I ain't never ran into any as pretty as you."
Molly smiled, acting flattered. "Thank ye, sir. Might I
have yer name?"
"My name is Paul," he said. "That's quite an accent
you've got there. Were are you from?"
"Ireland," she said. "I just moved here about a month
ago, and it's still a might bit confusing."
The man laughed. "I've lived here all my life, and it's
still confusing. What's your name?"
"Molly."
"Can I buy you a drink, Molly?"
* * *
The body fell to the ground with a thump. Molly looked
around to see if anyone had seen what happened. No one was
near.
Walking away, she felt satisfied. ~Using mortals is
almost untraceable,~ she thought. ~The police can't accuse
someone who doesn't exist.~
Molly continued walking out of the shadowed alley.
~I'll need a few more, though.~
* * *
Brooklyn looked out the window over Demona's head.
Seeing the lightening sky, he groaned.
"My love?" Demona looked up at him. "What is it?"
"It's almost dawn."
Demona sighed and put her head back on his shoulder. "I
wish this night would never end."
"All good things must come to an end," Brooklyn stated,
stroking her hair. He kissed her on top of her head and
stood up. "Don't want you trapped the entire day." He knelt
on the ground and looked up at Demona with a grin on his
face. "Until the sun goes down, my love."
The sun peaked over the building. Brooklyn slept with a
smile on his face.
* * *
Dominique Destine glanced at the sun setting out of the
corner of her eye. Dismissing her workers, she ran into the
back room where Brooklyn was sleeping. She quickly changed
into her usual garments - her loincloth and jewelry. Just as
she setting her tiara on her head, the sun set.
She cringed as her wings sprang from her back. Her skin
darkened to her teal color, and as her gargoyle features
came back, her battle cry echoed across the room.
As the transformation ended, behind her, she heard a
crash of stone as Brooklyn awoke. Demona turned around to
see the red gargoyle stretching his wings.
"How was your day, my love?" Brooklyn asked, hugging
her.
"Boring as hell," Demona replied, snuggling into his
wings.
Brooklyn's face suddenly fell. Demona noticed this, and
she looked up at her love with concern. "Brooklyn?"
"It's just...I haven't forgotten the night you tricked
me into stealing the Grimorum," Brooklyn said.
Now Demona's face had darkened. "That."
"Yeah, that." Brooklyn sighed. "There are times when I
don't know whether to kiss you or kill you. I get next to
you, and I can't think straight."
Demona suddenly lightened up. "What's to think about?
You feel the connection between us as strong as I do." She
started to talk in a French accent, making an amazing
impression of the old romance movies. "We are soul mates. We
are fated to be together."
Brooklyn drew her closer. "Maybe we're cursed." Demona
chuckled and kissed him.
Brooklyn sighed again. "I have to go back, you know.
They'll be worried about me."
Demona nodded. "I understand."
"I'll come back more often, if you'd like."
"No. I still have to sort things out." Then she smiled.
"I'll come to the castle when I'm ready."
Brooklyn nodded solemnly. "All right, love." With that,
he glided out the window.
* * *
Brooklyn shook his head and grinned as he glided back
to the castle. Every time he saw her, he loved her more. And
now that he had gotten the guilt thing off his chest, he
loved her even more than ever.
A high pitched scream echoed through the air. Brooklyn
looked down and saw a young woman being chased into an alley
by three not-so-nice looking fellows. ~Always the alley,~
Brooklyn thought tiredly as he dropped down to do the
routine.
The woman was actually very pretty, by human standards,
and that was probably the reason she was being chased. She
didn't look rich by any standards. In fact, she looked
rather like a girl that was not-so-nice either. She had
short, dyed red hair, and hazel eyes that seemed to suck you
into the depths. She was wearing a red mid-riff and a
leather jacket.
"Get away from me, low-life," she yelled. She had an
incredibly thick Irish accent.
"And who is gonna make us, sweet cheeks?" The leader
asked. "We just want a little...monkey dance, so to speak."
~They want to rape her!~ Brooklyn realized. Eyes
lighting up, he jumped into the light. "I don't think so."
"OH, MY HOLY FUCKING WORD!" one of the rapists yelled.
"Shit, it's one of those gargoyle monsters!" the leader
hissed to his partners.
"Excellent deduction, Sherlock!" Brooklyn said. "It
must have taken a lot of brain power to figure that one
out."
The third appeared to be having a breakdown. He was
hunched against a wall, head in hands. "Omigodomigodomigod,"
he kept muttering.
"We'regonnadiewe'regonnadiewe'regonnadie. WE ARE GONNA
FUCKING DIE!"
"Relax," Brooklyn said. "I don't kill people unless
they piss me off."
"Yes, sir..." The leader said, keeping his face
straight. Suddenly, he made a break for it. Brooklyn rolled
his eyes and tripped him as he tried to run past him. The
leader landed face down in a mud puddle.
The other two were backing away in fear. The frightened
one's eyes finally rolled back in his head and he fainted.
The final one, seemed to be the most brave, but the
most stupid. He threw a hard swing at Brooklyn and connected
with the side of his face. Brooklyn grabbed him by his shirt
and lifted him up.
"Forget it," Brooklyn muttered. He threw the rapist
against the wall and then checked on the girl.
She didn't look shaken at all, but rather awe-struck.
"I don't believe this is happening," she said, more to
herself than to him.
* * *
Ms. Destine looked at the clock. 6:25. The sun would
set in ten minutes. She walked into her back room and sat
down, waiting for her gargoyle form to come out.
Business today had been rough. She had interviewed six
people for a high job at Nightstone, but none of them seemed
to suit her wants.
Dominique realized she was more tired than she thought.
She yawned and closed her eyes, laying her head back. She
wondered how her daughter was doing. She had forgotten to
ask Brooklyn the night before. She yawned again and looked
at the sunset.
It hadn't moved.
Dominique gasped and looked at the clock. It was still
6:25. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. She hadn't seen
wrong.
But she knew something was wrong. Looking away from the
clock, she saw she was no longer in Nightstone anymore. She
was in Xanatos's office. Dominique quickly ran outside.
~First time stops, then I get zapped to Wyvern,~ she
thought. She looked at the seven gargoyle statues. From the
looks of it, Lexington and Broadway had gotten into a fight
and the others were trying to stop them. The sun had risen
before it could be resolved.
She walked up to Brooklyn's statue, who was doing
nothing but watching calmly. Placing a hand on the side of
his beautiful face. A tear came to her eyes. She planted a
kiss on his forehead, right between the horns. "I love you,"
she whispered aloud.
"Love, Demona?" A voice behind her said. She turned
around to see Goliath's statue moving, mocking her. "You no
longer know the meaning of the word. Hate is what you live
for now." Hearing the words that he had once said to her,
she gasped.
Angela's statue began crackling. Dominique turned to it
in disbelief. "Angela, my daughter-" she began.
"Daughter?" Angela laughed. "You have no daughter."
Dominique shook her head again as she backed up.
A cold hand planted itself on her shoulder. She ducked
to the ground and turned.
"My love!" she shouted. Brooklyn's statue grinned
maniacally at her.
"How could I possibly love you?" he asked her. "You
aren't capable of love. You never were."
It was too much. To be rejected by her one true love
and her daughter was too much. Brooklyn grasped her wrist.
Her frail human body didn't stand a chance. He picked her up
and threw her over the edge of the tower.
She was falling. Without her wings, she was doomed. She
waited for the killing blow...
A blow came, but it certainly wasn't killing. A few
bruises, maybe, but that was all. Dominique looked around
and saw she was in Elisa Maza's apartment.
"Your first direct words to me were `You've just been
poisoned.'" Dominique turned to see Elisa. She was dressed
in a long, flowing, white gown.
"That was a long time ago," Demona started.
"Not so long, compared to your long life span," Elisa's
face began to look strange.
"But I've learned to forgive humans!" Dominique
protested. "I'm still so sorry for what I did..."
"That sure makes everything better," Elisa said
sarcastically. "What's done is done." To Dominique's horror,
Elisa face began melting away. Her entire body melted into a
puddle.
Dominique stared at the puddle on the ground. She got
the nerve to creep up to it.
Suddenly, a hand reached up out of it. She gasped and
backed up. Red talons, and then Brooklyn came out of it.
"Brooklyn?" Dominique asked, sure it wasn't him.
Brooklyn just stared blankly into space.
"My love?" she tried again.
Still no response. Dominique stood up and walked over
to him, studying his face.
Suddenly, a high pitched wail filled the air. Dominique
tried to ignore it at first, but it got louder and louder.
She was forced to cover her ears as it began beating at her
ear drums. She sank to her knees and closed her eyes as the
pain became unbearable.
Then, as suddenly as it began, it stopped.
Dominique uncovered her ears hesitantly. She opened one
eye, then the other. In Brooklyn's place was a green blur.
It slowly became clearer, and Dominique squinted at it.
It was obviously a woman, and her hair was purple and
long, and it seemed to fly everywhere, although there was no
wind. She was transparent, almost like a ghost, but
Dominique obviously could tell she was fae. "Who-" she
started.
The song started up again, louder than it was before.
Dominique screamed and slapped her hands over her ears. A
wave of blackness came over her. She was going to faint.
Dominique tried to think of something besides the singing,
and the noise that was tormenting her ears. But she couldn't
fight any longer.
Finally, she gave into the next wave of darkness, and
fainted.
* * *
Demona sat straight up in her room. She hated falling
asleep in her gargoyle form, but she had little choice.
Throwing off her blanket, she shook her head to clear the
ringing in her ears.
"I believe the cliched expression 'thank goodness it
was just a dream' fits somewhere in here," Demona muttered
out loud.
~But what did it mean?~
* * *
Broadway and Angela quickly jumped apart as Brooklyn
glided into the courtyard.
"Hi, Brookl-" Angela began.
"Get out of my way," Brooklyn snarled, pushing Angela
with a sweep of his arm. Angela stared after him as he
walked stiffly into the castle.
"What's with him?" Broadway asked.
"I don't know," Angela said. "Something must be wrong.
Come on." She started running after Brooklyn. Broadway
quickly followed.
They found him walking down the hallway. "Brooklyn!"
Angela said. He turned and glared at her.
"May I help you?" he said, looking ready to kill either
of them.
"What's wrong?" Broadway asked.
"Nothing," Brooklyn said, turning away. "Is that all,
or do I have to stay here and listen to your psycho babble?"
"Don't tell me 'nothing,'" Angela said. "We know
something is wrong."
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT WHAT I'M THINKING?!" Brooklyn
exploded. "Are you fucking psychic? No, I don't think so.
You can't read my fucking mind, you don't have to be so
fucking concerned about me all the time, because I am
fucking older than both of you, so get off my fucking back!"
A door down the hallway had opened, and Lexington and Hudson
looked out to see what was
going on.
Brooklyn's eyes were glowing white now. "You wanna know
if something is wrong?" he said in a dangerously low voice.
"Yeah, something is fucking wrong. But for once in my
fucking life, I'd like to keep it to myself!" With that, he
stomped down the hall and slammed the door to the room that
Xanatos had given him, making a picture on the wall fall to
the ground.
Lexington whistled. "He is pissed," he said, putting an
accent on each word.
"Yeah," Angela said with heavy sarcasm. "How many
fucking times did he say fucking?"
Broadway counted. "About seven." Lexington started
laughing.
"`Tis not funny, lads." Hudson stared at the door that
Brooklyn had slammed. "Something is seriously botherin'
him."
"STOP FUCKING TALKING ABOUT ME!" Brooklyn shouted, his
voice still loud, though muffled through the door. Everyone
was silent for a few seconds, barely daring to breathe.
Broadway coughed. "Eight," he said quietly.
* * *
~I have to see him,~ Demona thought as she glided
towards the Eyrie building at top speed. ~I have to know if
he's okay.~
She landed in the courtyard and looked around.
"STOP FUCKING TALKING ABOUT ME!"
Demona's eyes widened at the sound of Brooklyn's voice.
She had never heard him so angry. She quickly rushed inside
the castle.
"Angela?" she said, looking at her daughters worried
expression.
"Mother?" Angela answered. "You came back!" Smiling,
Angela ran into her mother's arms.
"What is wrong with Brooklyn?" Demona asked Hudson,
looking over Angela's head.
"I wish we knew, lass." Hudson glanced at the shut door
again. "I wish we knew."
"I'll go talk to him." Demona opened the door and
walked inside. Brooklyn was looking out a window, oblivious
to Demona's presence. Quietly, she shut the door, watching
to see if Brooklyn would say anything.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" Demona asked.
Brooklyn turned around, growling. "I could hear you yelling
all the way out in the courtyard."
Brooklyn shook his head and turned back to the window.
"Answer me," Demona said, growling now as well.
"Why?" Brooklyn asked without turning around. "Is there
a law that says I have to answer every damn question that
I'm asked?"
"Be serious, not the clan jester," Demona said quietly.
"You are the king, remember?"
"Yeah," Brooklyn said, unfeeling. "I remember, all
right."
"Brooklyn-"
"Get out."
"What?" Demona couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Get out." Brooklyn gripped the window sill. "I don't
want to see you anymore."
"No," Demona whispered quietly.
The rejection stings.
She fled.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Next time on Gargoyles:
Brooklyn: Really, nothing is wrong with me!
Demona: No! My love!
[Elisa firing her gun]
Demona: You'll pay for this! I'll find a way to kill you!
[Banshee laughing]
[Demona leaping at Banshee]
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"You and Me Versus the World" and "Spiders" are both on the
"Spiders" album of Space. "Spiders" really is on there - on
track 15.
Ani DiFranco is her own self, copyrighted by herself, I'll
bet. I didn't put any of her lyrics in here, but she's cool,
so I had to mention her. :)
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In Progress: (in order of coming out)
Soul Mates, Part II: Does true love really conquer all?
The Coven Saga, Part I: Sometimes miracles can happen. But
what happens
when the best kept secret is finally revealed?
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In Progress in the "Altered Universe:"
Long Way to Morning
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In Progress in "Future Tense Universe:"
Future Tense, Part I: The Breakaway
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