Soul Mates, Part II
      by Krystiana Slinky {krystiana@geocities.com} or
                   {krystiana@hotmail.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)
Soul Mates, Part I

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. :)

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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"Previously on Gargoyles..."

{Soul Mates, Part I}
[Oberon removing the metal plate from the Banshee's mouth]
Banshee: Thank you, my lord.
[Banshee dissappearing from her bedroom]

Demona: We are soul mates.
Brooklyn: Maybe we're cursed.

[Brooklyn saving Molly from the muggers]

Brooklyn: Get out of my way.
[Brooklyn pushing Angela]

Demona: What is wrong with Brooklyn?
Hudson: I wish we knew, lass.

Brooklyn: Get out.
Demona: What?!
Brooklyn: Get out. I don't want to see you anymore.
Demona: No...

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                     Soul Mates, Part II
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     Demona ran from the room, pushing past her daughter,
trying to hide her tears.
     Brooklyn had rejected her.
     Brooklyn, the one who had hated her the most, but still
forgave her.
     Brooklyn, the one who she would sacrifice her life for.
     Brooklyn.
     The one who loved her.
     Her so-called "true love."
     Demona snarled as she leapt off the building and glided
away. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't care.
     No one could be trusted. She had learned that once, and
forgotten it. But now she knew, and this time she wouldn't
forget.

                            * * *

     "Are ye daft, lad?"
     Brooklyn growled and turned to face Hudson.
     "We heard the whole thing, lad. Now answer us in the
right way, not exploding and going into a cussing stream."
     "I'll cuss all I fucking want to."
     "I'll not hear that talk from ye-"
     "Then leave."
     Hudson's eyes widened. Brooklyn had never shown a lack
of disrespect for him. "Lad, ye'll not tell me what to do."
     "I am the second-in-command," Brooklyn said calmly. "I
thought that's what I was supposed to do."
     "Ye won't be fer long if ye keep this up."
     "Really." Brooklyn yawned. "Does it look like I care?"
     Hudson shook his head in disbelief. "Ye were chosen fer
second-in-command fer a good reason. Goliath thought ye
would live up to it, take his place someday. But ye are
proving ta be the most careless in the clan right now."
     "Am I?"
     "Stop questioning me."
     "And you stop ordering me around!" Brooklyn took a
sterner tone of voice. "I'm always ordered around, by
everyone! It's like I'm not supposed to have my own rules."
     "Your rules suck right now," Broadway spoke up from
behind Hudson.
     Brooklyn glared at his rookery brother. "So what if
they do? It's my choice if I follow them or not." Broadway
backed down.
     "That's it," Brooklyn snarled. "I'm leaving." He turned
to the window. "Don't expect any phone call." With that, he
jumped out of the window, leaving his clan staring after
him.

                            * * *

     "Who wants to tell Goliath that his second-in-command
left?"
     "Not me," Lexington said to Broadway. "I've never seen
him blow up like that."
     "That's because something is obviously wrong with him,"
Angela said, glaring at them.
     "What is going here?" came a voice from behind them.
They turned to see Goliath and Bronx.
     "Something is wrong with Brooklyn," Angela said.
     Goliath looked at each of his clan. "What?"
     "He's acting just a tad rebellious."
     "Brooklyn has always been a little rebellious-"
     "But this time he just ran out on us," Broadway
interrupted.
     "He basically dumped Demona," Lex said. "She ran out
looking pissed."
     Goliath's eyes widened. "We have to find both of them.
Angela, go after Demona. The rest of us will search for
Brooklyn. Bronx, stay here and guard the castle."
     As the clan took their orders, Angela couldn't help
noticing that Goliath gave the orders like Brooklyn and
Demona were their enemies.
     It worried her.

                            * * *

     Demona had left hurt, dumbstruck, and numb. Now she
headed back to the castle pissed and angry. She landed on
the balcony of Brooklyn's room. Her eyes were like twin
lasers, scanning the balcony before going inside.
     She stopped when she heard Fox Xanatos's voice.
     "David, Brooklyn would never act like this."
     "I don't know..." Xanatos said hesitantly.
     "What, you're saying he's acting like it on purpose?"
     "No. I was going say is that I don't know what is wrong
with him."
     "He yelled at everyone in the clan, except for Goliath
and Bronx, and I'll bet that's only because they weren't
there."
     "Fox, drop it. They'll find him."
     "And what about Demona?"
     Demona's eyes narrowed.
     "How do you think she feels?"
     "I don't know!"
     "David-"
     "Drop it!"
     There was a sigh of frustration, and then steps fading
into the distance.
     ~They already left to find him,~ Demona thought. ~I
know how to find him faster.~ Opening her mind, she
concentrated on Brooklyn. Her powers weren't as strong as
they used to be from being out of practice, but she thought
she sensed a glimmer of power that could be identified as
Brooklyn.
     And it was in distress.
     Demona glided off in a hurry, almost missing a current.
She had to make a stop before going to him. Even if he
didn't love her anymore, she still cared about him, and what
happened to him.

                            * * *

     Banshee laughed as her song rose another octive. The
red gargoyle below her cringed and covered his ears. He
roared, trying to block out the sound, but she only laughed
again, bringing on another wave of pain...
     A shot rang through the air. Banshee screamed out in
pain and fell to the ground. Clutching her stomach, she
turned to face Elisa Maza.
     "YOU!!" she screeched. "How could a man-made bullet
hurt me?"
     "Iron bullets," Elisa said calmly, still aiming the gun
at Banshee. "I had them made as soon as I got back from the
Avalon quest."
     Banshee moaned, and then looked over Elisa's shoulder
at Demona. Banshee then laughed.
     "How do you like Brooklyn's new attitude?" she asked.
     Demona gasped. "YOU did this?!" Banshee only laughed
again before disappearing, taking Brooklyn with her.
     Demona roared at the empty air. Elisa put her gun back
in her holster. "What did she mean, 'new attitude?'"
     "She did something to Brooklyn. He's been rejecting
everyone." Demona stopped and looked down. "Including me."
     "Oh, my god...I'm sorry," Elisa said, shaking her head.
"I don't what I would do in your place..."
     "But you aren't in my place," Demona snarled, a hint of
hostility seeping through. Elisa narrowed her eyes.
     "We have to find the others and tell them about this,"
she said. Demona nodded and bent down. Elisa hopped onto her
back.
     "I still think I'm a little old for piggy-back," Elisa
groaned.
     "Do you have a better idea?" Demona said, trying to
keep her balance. Elisa shook her head, and Demona caught a
draft and glided upward.
     Elisa finally spotted Goliath and Hudson off to their
right. "There!" She pointed. She unhooked one hand from
Demona's neck and waved it around. "Goliath!" she called.
     Goliath looked around and saw them. A faint trickle of
surprise etched itself across his face at the sight of
Demona getting along with Elisa.
     They glided up next to Goliath, and Elisa hopped from
Demona's back to Goliath's arms, much to the relief of
Demona's back.
     "We found Brooklyn," Elisa said. "But we lost him..."
     "To a strange figure. She was green and...oh, my
god..." Demona's voice trailed off. ~My dream!~ she thought.
     Elisa peered at Demona curiously. "What?" she asked.
"Oh, never mind. It was the Banshee."
     "The Banshee?" Goliath said in surprise. "How is she
here?"
     "I don't know."
     Hudson spoke up. "I take it ye know this...Banshee."
     "Aye," Goliath said, nodding. "We met her in Ireland."
     "And she hasn't changed from her pleasantful manner,"
Elisa said. "She did some whammy on Brooklyn, and that's why
he's acting so weird."
     "We had best get back to the castle," Goliath said,
veering towards the left. "The others will be back soon, and
perhaps Puck can help us."

                            * * *

     Demona was restraining herself from strangling Owen.
     "I apologize, Goliath, but I cannot offer any
assistance."
     Elisa was doing the same as Demona. "You can't even
tell us if you know what she's up to?"
     "No, I cannot."
     Elisa clenched and unclenched her fists and then cried
out in frustration. "You are an asshole sometimes, you know
that!?"
     Demona coughed to hide a laugh. Angela glanced at her
mother with a raised eyeridge.
     "Miss Maza, what opinions you choose to express is your
own affair," Owen said, not in the slightest taken back.
"But right now I have business to attend to." He turned and
walked stiffly away.
     "Big help," Demona said, making a face. "Now what?"
     "We have our own business to attend to," Goliath said.
He turned around with a flap of his wings.
     Elisa, Angela, and Demona stayed behind while the
others followed. Rather, Demona was held back by Angela and
Elisa.
     "What-" she started.
     "Time for your first girl talk, Demona," Elisa said. "I
have a very important question."
     "Shoot," Demona said.
     Elisa shook her head. "Not a smart thing to say to a
woman with a loaded gun," she muttered under her breath.
~Amazing how much Demona has changed since Krystiana
came...with how she talks, how she's been acting, and...~
     "Elisa?"
     "Sorry," Elisa said, shaking her head. " I was
wondering, I know it seems strange to ask, but...why aren't
you worried about Brooklyn?"
     Demona smiled warmly. "Now I know that he didn't reject
me." She looked down, slightly embaressed. "I know that he
really cares for me, and it wasn't some act all the time."
     "Oh," Elisa said, satisfied.
     "Is that all?"
     "Yeah, for now."
     "For now," Demona repeated, and sighed. "Perfect."

                            * * *

     "What would the Banshee want with Brooklyn?"
     Demona looked up at Lexington's question."I don't
know."
     "She was singing at him before I shot her," Elisa said.
"And you know how painful that is." Angela nodded in
agreement.
     Elisa turned to Demona. "How did you find Brooklyn
before?"
     Demona flinched. "Kind of...a built-in homing signal."
     Elisa narrowed her eyes, then smiled. "Can you do it
again?"
     "Well," Demona said hesitantly. "It would be difficult
since he was unconsious last I saw him, but I could try."
     "Wherever Brooklyn is, we're bound to find the Banshee
as well," Goliath said. Demona nodded.
     She closed her eyes. Picturing Brooklyn in her mind,
her eyes travelled over the city. It came to a stop at an
old building. A familiar building. Demona gasped and snapped
her eyes open.
     "Demona?" Demona realized she was sitting on the
ground. She looked at Elisa. "You okay?"
     "Yes. I...I know where Brooklyn is."

                            * * *

     Six winged forms silently glided towards Saint Damian's
cathedral. The site where Demona had tried, and nearly
succeeded, to destroy the human race. She looked at the
fallen windows.
     ~"Just a few more seconds and the world is ours."~
     ~"Sorry. Last moment change in plans."~
     ~Demona looked back to see Brooklyn. She pulled out her
gun and aimed-~
     Demona winced. She had shot him. She had shot Brooklyn
only a year ago.
     One year to heal.
     One year to love again.
     Demona folded her wings into a cape. The clan watched
her, but no one said anything. Demona could almost feel
their eyes drilling into her back.
     ~They still don't trust me,~ she thought.
     "Looking for someone?" The clan gasped and looked up at
the floating Banshee. Tied to a rafter was Brooklyn, still
unconsious.
     "Brooklyn!" Demona yelled, starting to run towards a
wall to get airborne.
     "Mother!" Angela ran after her. "Wait!"
     Banshee smiled at the two running gargoyles. She
laughed before she started to sing.
     Demona roared as the sound wave hit her. She was
knocked back and fell onto Angela.
     "Goliath!" Elisa yelled, trying to be heard over
Banshee. "She's louder than before!"
     Goliath looked around, trying to find something to
cease the Banshee's singing, but Banshee turned towards him.
She stopped for a moment, then snarled and hit a high note.
Goliath sailed back into the wall.
     "Goliath!" Elisa yelled. She turned towards Banshee,
pulling her gun. "Big mistake, bitch." She aimed and fired.
Banshee screamed, making the walls around shake.
     Elisa ran over to Goliath. "We have to get out of here.
This place is going to collapse at any second."
     Goliath nodded, got up, and looked around. "Where's
Demona?"
     Elisa looked up. "Up there!"
     Demona was on the rafters, climbing on all fours
towards Brooklyn, and she was dangerously close to Banshee.
She lost her footing for a moment and slipped off, but held
on with one hand. She breathed a sigh of relief and hoisted
herself back up.
     "Demona! Hurry!" Elisa pumped her gun as Goliath
ushered everyone else outside.
     Demona reached Brooklyn and began to untie him. The
rafters groaned beneath their weight as she got one of the
ropes off.
     Elisa saw the rafter begin to give. "DEMONA! MOVE!" she
shouted, praying that the rafter wouldn't break...
     It broke.

                            * * *

     Angela stared at the wreakage of the cathedral.
"Mother... Brooklyn..." She shook her head in disbelief.
     Goliath had drug Elisa to the corner just in time.
     Lexington shook his head with a sullen look on his
face. "Who knew that that one rafter held up the entire
place?"
     Angela slowly walked to the edge of the fallen
building. "M-maybe there's a ch-chance they s-survived..."
she stuttered, refusing to give up hope.
     "Aye," Hudson agreed. "Those two have managed to get
out of worse scrapes than this."
     "Worse?" Broadway said. "I don't think so."

                            * * *

     Demona held up the piece of wood that was keeping the
debris from crushing them both.
     "Brooklyn," she said, nudging him with her foot. "Wake
up."
     A groan escaped from his lips. His eyes flickered open
and saw Demona. He snarled and backed up, banging his head
against a stray piece of wood. He put a hand on his head and
snarled again.
     "I told you I don't want to see you anymore," he
growled at her.
     "Brooklyn," Demona started. "A fae named Banshee did
something to you-"
     "Yeah, right," Brooklyn said, crossing his arms.
     "It's true."
     "Really, nothing is wrong with me!" Brooklyn sounded
annoyed.
     Demona coughed. "Brooklyn, we have to get out of here.
There's not much air. I'll survive because of..." Demona
stopped. "We just have to get out of here."
     Brooklyn just sat in stoney silence.
     Demona shook her head. "ANGELA!!!" she shouted.
"GOLIATH! ELISA!" She shook her head and coughed again.
"Somebody hear me..."

                            * * *

     Angela perked up. "Did you hear that?" she said.
Everyone else quieted down.
     The call came again. "That's Demona!" Elisa said in
surprise.
     "They're alive!"  Angela cried happily. She began
digging immediatley.

                            * * *

     Demona groaned as the weight she held up became
heavier. "Brooklyn..." she gasped. "Hand me that piece of
wood over there." She gestured with her head to the hunk of
wood that Brooklyn had bumped his head against.
     Brooklyn watched her, not doing anything. Just sitting,
watching.
     "Brooklyn!" Demona growled. Her feet began slipping and
the wood above her groaned. "Please, Brooklyn..."
     He still only watched.
     "DO SOMETHING!" Demona yelled at him.
     The only reaction was a blink.
     Demona's eyes flashed red in frustation. She lifted one
of her feet and kicked the piece of wood. It flew over to
her and it landed at her feet. She picked it up and propped
it against the pile of debris over them.
     She let go of the piece of wood over their heads. She
sat down, gasping.
     "You're crazy," Demona said to Brooklyn in a matter-of-
fact voice.
     Brooklyn only smiled, and still watched her.

                            * * *

AVALON

     Oberon summoned the Weird Sisters.
     "Yes, my lord?" Luna said.
     "Banshee is gone," Oberon said. "You know what to do."
     "Yes, my lord," Selene said.
     A flash, and they were gone. Oberon sat back in his
chair, no emotion on his face for a moment.
     He slowly smiled.

                            * * *

MANHATTAN

     Demona sagged against the wall. She glanced at her
would-be love again.
     The smile on his face had not faded. He still watched
her. She couldn't tell if he was really seeing or just
watching.
     ~We'll find a way to make you better, Brooklyn,~ Demona
swore inwardly.
     "Demona?" Angela's hesitant voice echoed down.
     "Angela!" Demoan called back. "We're down here!"
     A thread of light edged through the darkness. The hole
widened, and Angela looked through.
     "Mother!" she cried. She called back over her shoulder,
apparently to the others. "I found them!"
     Demona looked at Brooklyn, holding out a hand. "Are you
coming?"
     Brooklyn didn't say anything. He didn't move, either.
     "Brooklyn, please," Demona said.
     Angela looked at Brooklyn's emotionless face. He only
watched them, not moving.
     "Aren't you a little old for the silent treatment?"
Angela said to Brooklyn.
     Demona finally walked up to Brooklyn and put a hand
under his arms, lifting him up. She dragged him over the
hole that Angela had made. Angela reached down a grabbed
him. Together, they hoisted him out.
     "Lad, ye have got to act normally," Hudson was saying
to Brooklyn as Demona crawled out.
     "He won't say anything," Demona said, looking down. "I-
"
     A deep rumbling began beneath their feet. A green
transparent hand burst up through the debris.
     "HOW DARE YOU?!" Banshee leapt out of the pile of
rubble. She faced Elisa.
     "A HUMAN DARES TO HARM ME?" she yelled. Elisa cried out
in pain. Banshee reached out and put a hand around Elisa's
neck. "I'LL MAKE YOU SUFFER!"
     Demona was the closest to Banshee. Her eyes lit up red,
and she leapt at Banshee, knocking her away from Elisa.
Pinning Banshee to the ground, Demona growled.
     "What did you do to Brooklyn?" Demona asked in a low
voice.
     "I won't answer you, so there's no point in asking,"
Banshee said.
     "But there is," Elisa said, walking up beside Demona.
She pointed the gun directly at Banshee's head. "You answer
her or I'll shoot you right in the middle of your forehead."
     Banshee laughed. "There is not point in telling you,
either. You won't win, anyway."
     "What did you to him?" Demona repeated.
     "I've stolen his soul," Banshee stated.
     "You've - what?" Elisa asked, confused.
     "Stolen his soul," Banshee said in a louder voice. She
smiled and slipped away from Demona's loosened grasp.
"Ironic, isn't it?" she said to Demona. "Hard to be soul
mates with someone if one doesn't have a soul."
     Demona shook her head and looked at Brooklyn, who only
watched with his arms still crossed. Demona snarled and
whipped her head back towards Banshee. "You'll pay for this!
I'll find a way to kill you, I swear!"
     Banshee only laughed. "His soul gives me power. I have
two humans and his souls. That amplifies my voice almost a
hundred times. I just haven't used it to it's full ability
yet." She laughed again, dissappearing. "But I will."
     Demona roared again. Elisa placed a hand on her
shoulder, trying to calm her down.
     "It'll be okay," Elisa said in a reassuring voice.
     "Yes, Ms. Psychic," Demona snarled. "Taking up fortune
telling?"
     Elisa sighed. Goliath looked at the brightening sky.
"The sun will be up soon. We have just enough time to make
it back to the Aerie building."

                            * * *

     Demona looked out at the stone statue of Brooklyn. In
her human form, it was easy to show emotions. Her face
showed sorrow, betrayal...
     And revenge.
     Brooklyn slept alone. The others had gone into the
castle, leaving Brooklyn to himself, although they did watch
him through a window to make sure he was going to be okay.
Elisa walked up next to Demona.
     "I'm sure he'll be okay," Elisa said.
     Demona glanced at her. "But what if he won't? What if
he is like this forever?" She bit her lower lip to keep from
crying. "What if he will never care about me...about anyone
again?" She lost the fight with her tears. She couldn't
believe she was crying in front of this...human.
     But Elisa wasn't shocked or disgusted. Instead, she led
Demona away from the window.

                            * * *

LAST NIGHT

     Molly looked at the gargoyle with one thought in her
mind - revenge. This gargoyle was of the same clan as that
foolish gargoyle dog that had ruined her plans last time.
     But the gargoyle could be of more use than just
revenge. He could fit in her plans quite nicely.
     She launched back into her helpless girl act. "I-
I...oh, God..."
     "Are you all right?" the gargoyle repeated.
     Molly nodded, pretending to not being able to speak.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
     The gargoyle looked surprised. "You're welcome." The
gargoyle stopped, peering at her. For a solid second, Molly
thought he could see through her disquise.
     "Do you have a place to go?"
     Molly shook her head. The gargoyle turned and looked up
at the sky. "I can take you to the police station. They can
take care of you..." he turned back, only to see Banshee.
     "What..." he started.
     "I am called the Banshee," she said.
     "You're...fae, aren't you?" Banshee nodded.
     "I do not like using my normal fae powers, but they do
come in use at times." Banshee smiled, and raised a hand and
began to cast the spell that would give her his soul.

       "Thou mortal before me
       Thy hast something I need
       Thy soul is mine
       And the power divine!"

     The spell was corny, but it was an old spell that was
never used. Until now.
     Brooklyn roared in pain and clutched his chest as if he
was having a heart attack. He was forced to one knee as a
glow began inside in him. The glow grew, and became visible.
His eyes lit up. He snarled, and a burst of white light came
forth from his lips, shooting into the Banshee.
     Banshee could feel her powers boost. She felt strong
enough to take on Oberon. The gargoyle, however...
     Banshee looked down at the red gargoyle, and for the
first time noticed his pendant he wore. Her eyes widened for
a moment.
     It was no matter. She could take on Goliath. With her
boosted voice she did not need Crom Cruoch or anyone.
     She could take on Goliath's entire clan.

                            * * *

PRESENT

     Fox Xanatos watched the stone skin fly. The soulless
gargoyles stretched with no emotion his face. Fox and Elisa
had kept Demona company the whole day, trying to console
her, all efforts failing.
     "He's up," Fox said quietly.  Demona, now in her
gargoyle form, looked up.
     "I need to talk to him," she said sternly.
     "Are you sure?" Elisa said, turning around. Demona was
already leaping out the window.

                            * * *

     *Brooklyn?*
     "What?" Brooklyn said, not turning around.
     *We're going to make you better.*
     "I'm fine."
     *Brooklyn, you don't have a soul.*
     "What's a soul?"
     ~Very funny,~ Demona thought. But it actually wasn't.
Brooklyn wasn't joking.
     *A soul is what allows you to be a person. To love.*
     "Do you have a soul?"
     *I love you Brooklyn. Yes, I have a soul. You have one,
too.*
     "Where is it?"
     *Someone stole it from you.*
     "Who?"
     Demona didn't answer.
     "Who, Demona?"
     *Someone with great power. But we're going to get it
back, Brooklyn. I swear.*
     Brooklyn fell silent for a moment. "Why are you so
concerned about getting it back?"
     *Because I love you.*
     "Why?"
     Now Demona couldn't answer. *I can't tell you.*

                            * * *

     Banshee watched the exchange with interest. ~The
gargoyle vows to defeat me?~ she though, chuckling softly.
~Good luck, immortal.~
     "Sister, you left Avalon without permission."
     "Oberon is not pleased."
     Banshee turned, expecting to see the three sisters, but
only saw empty air.
     She breathed out. "Nonsense," she said softly. "What
would those three be doing here?"
     "Bringing you home."
     Banshee gasped and reeled back.
     There was still no one there. She had imagined it. She
laughed out loud. What could those three possibly do to the
Banshee, anyway?"
     "YOU!!" Banshee heard Demona's shout from below.
Without realising it, she had revealed her hiding place when
she backed up.
     And Demona was angry enough to kill her.

                            * * *

     Demona heard a laugh from above and saw a green fog.
Demona roared and shouted at Banshee.
     Banshee opened her mouth and prepared to blast Demona
away with a song, but Demona didn't give her the chance to
sing. She leapt up onto the Banshee and clapped a hand over
her mouth, snarling.
     "Not so confident without your voice, 'eh?" Demona
growled. Banshee glared at her.
     "Demona!" Elisa ran onto the balcony. Distracted,
Demona looked up. Banshee used the moment to her advantage
and kicked Demona off.
     Banshee stood up with a look of hatred on her face.
"You DARE attack me?" she yelled. Elisa cried out in pain
and Demona cringed.
     Banshee floated up into the air, levitating feet off
the ground. She began singing. It wasn't really a song, just
a series of notes getting higher and higher.
     Elisa was blown back almost immediatley. Demona fought
for her ground, but lost it and tumbled back besides Elisa.
They were hanging onto the edge of the wall. A rock flew
back and smacked straight through Demona's left wing. Demona
roared in pain.
     Banshee stopped and smiled. Taking in a breath of air,
she sang one last note, knocking them both off the building.
Demona caught Elisa and tried to glide, but her injured wing
hurt too much.
     Elisa had one thought. ~I'm going to die.~

                            * * *

     As Brooklyn watched Demona and Elisa tumble over the
edge of the Aerie building, something clicked. He felt that
he should try and help them, but he didn't understand why.
     He stared at Banshee for a moment. He thought for a
moment, and then ran over to the side of the building.
     Demona had one hand plunged into the rock and another
holding onto Elisa's foot. Demona looked up and saw
Brooklyn.
     "My love," she moaned. "Please...remember...last
night..."
     "I remember," Brooklyn said. "I just don't care."
     Demona let a tear slip down her cheek. She looked down.
"Please..."
     Brooklyn watched and a thought entered his mind. He
wasn't so sure if he didn't care anymore or if he did. He
didn't know.
     Demona's hand began to slip, her claws scratching the
stone as they slid down the rock. Without understanding,
Brooklyn reached down and grabbed Demona's hand. Mustering
strength, he pulled them both up.
     Elisa looked a little dizzy after having all the blood
rush to her head, but otherwise fine. Demona stared at
Brooklyn, as was Banshee.
     "How could..." Banshee began. "How could you take it
back?"
     Demona smiled at her love as he answered. "A soul isn't
just an object you can steal. It's not only about who you
care about, it's about who cares about you, too."
     "Touching," Banshee sneered. "But I still have a
human's soul, and I can get more-"
     "I do not think so, Banshee." Luna appeared first
behind Banshee.
     "You are supposed to be on Avalon." Phoebe appeared
next to her sister.
     "Oberon sent us to retrieve you." Selene came forward
last.
     Luna spoke up again. "Oberon gave your voice back to
you as a gift-"
     "Not to be used as a weapon," Selene added.
     "You are returning with us." Luna raised a hand,
pointing to the east with two fingers. He sisters mimicked
the gesture. There was a flash, and the Banshee yelled as
all four of them dissappeared.
     Demona turned to Brooklyn. "Are you truly back?"
Brooklyn nodded. "But how?"
     "I don't know, but when you talked to me that last
time, something clicked. It was like my soul slowly drained
back into me," Brooklyn said, looking at her.
     Elisa coughed, a pointed sound. "I think I'll leave you
two alone. I'll go tell Goliath and the others that you're
back." With a grin, she ran into the castle.
     "I'm so sorry," Brooklyn began.
     "It wasn't your fault." Demona walked up to Brooklyn,
smiling.
     "But I didn't care about anyone, and I knew it. I just
didn't care." Brooklyn turned away from Demona.
     "It's all right now," Demona said, drawing his head
back towards her. "You're back." Brooklyn smiled and slowly
drew her into an embrace.
     "Aurora," Brooklyn whispered.
     "What?" Demona looked up.
     "You are my Aurora," Brooklyn said louder. "The coven
called you that, and I've been thinking that the
name...Demona...was misleading."
     "You may call me what you wish," Demona said. Absently,
she thought of Goliath's pet name for her, 'Angel of the
Night.' She like Aurora much better. Much less corny.
     Brooklyn looked down at Demona, at Aurora. "Aurora and
Brooklyn."
     Aurora smiled. "Brooklyn and Aurora."
     "Whatever." Aurora laughed.
     "The coven never gave you a name," she said. Brooklyn
shook his head. "We'll think of one."
     "I like Brooklyn," he said, pretending to be hurt.
     "So do I," Aurora said, smiling. "So do I. Except I
love Brooklyn." She put an arm around his neck, and kissed
him.

                            * * *

     Elisa smiled. Goliath smiled. Behind them, the clan
smiled.
     Brooklyn was okay.

                            * * *

     "I still can't stay." Aurora pulled back from Brooklyn.
     "Why?" Brooklyn said, sounding pained.
     "I need to forgive myself, like I said last time."
Aurora looked down. "I'm sorry." She turned and put a foot
on the edge of the castle.
     She turned back and looked at him. "I promise I'll come
back, my love." She lauched herself off the side of the
castle.
     Brooklyn watched her glide off. "But will you keep this
promise, Aur?" he whispered to the wind.
     "She will," a voice behind him said. He turned and saw
Luna, alone.
     "Where are your sisters?" he asked.
     "On Avalon, where I will be in a few minutes. But I
must speak with you."
     "What?"
     "Tonight was a test on your control over the Powers."
     "The...what?"
     "You will find out soon," Luna said, and looking like
the Chesire cat, she dissappeared.
     Brooklyn sighed and turned back to the direction that
Aurora had glided. "Goodbye, Aur."

THE END

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--   -- I need help! I can't think of a name for Brooklyn.
What do you think he should be named? E-mail me with
suggestions. For instance, Demona was named Aurora for the
color of her hair, which I explain in the next three
fanfics, which are called...

THE COVEN SAGA

Yup, I am finally getting around to writing it. Anyway, I
need a name for Brooklyn. So gimme one! I will give you
lotsa credit and stuff. Sorry, I don't have anything to
bribe you with.

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Coming Soon!!!!
The Coven Saga, Part I: The Awakening -  Nothing can
seperate true friends - not even death.

The Coven Saga, Part II: The Struggle - TBA

The Coven Saga, Part III: The Fury - TBA