Discussions - Chapter 18
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Friday, December 26th 1997
Night – Main Dining Hall, Wyvern Castle atop the Eyrie Building,
“Well that was certainly entertaining,” David Xanatos commented
after Kendra Canmore left the castle, drawing scowls from
several of the gargoyles and Detective Maza and a grin from his
“It was also rather informative,” Owen added.
“Speaking of informative,” Xanatos sounded much less amused as
he turned toward the blonde haired man.
“Yes, sir,” the fey in human form straightened, “I noted the
night we watched the broadcast of Kendra Canmore’s fight with
the Quarrymen, that I had seen the same level of grace and
deadliness in only one other being.”
“What?” Goliath took a few steps forward toward the Xanatos’
and Owen, it was the first he had heard of this.
David gave a casual shrug, “It was a comment Owen made later
that night to Fox and I.” A slight frown formed, “What does
that have to do with the control spells on Demona?”
“Because from that same being is one other time that I felt the
same type of a…” he hesitated searching for the right words.
“Aura of threat,” Elisa supplied quietly. Everyone turned
toward her with surprised expressions except for Goliath, whose
eyes widened in remembrance.
“Indeed, that term will work nicely,” Owen noted after a quick
intent look at the detective.
“From the were-jaguar that threatened my mother,” Fox Xanatos
said her tone and expression ambivalent.
“Yes,” the blond man confirmed, “I felt the same type of threat
from the were-jaguar that delivered the spirit’s message.”
“But she’s human,” Broadway said looking confused, “I mean,” he
hesitated looking toward Elisa, “we’re pretty sure she’s human
“She is human,” the answer came from David Xanatos instead of
the detective, “her parents were Robert Canmore and Maria
DeSantos. We know the Canmore line is human, and as far as I
can tell, the DeSantos family is as well.”
“You’ve done a background check on her,” Maza commented sounding
as if she weren’t quite certain whether or not she approved.
“After Owen mentioned the resemblance in how she fought to the
were-jaguar, yes,” he confirmed, meeting the detective’s dark
Elisa stared back at him for a moment before nodding her
acceptance. She turned toward Goliath, “Well, I guess it wasn’t
that I was tired,” she said meeting his dark eyes.
“No I felt it as well,” the lavender male confirmed, “It
“Kendra was right then,” Fox commented to Owen, “you mentioned
the spells because you think she and Demona can deal with the
Owen nodded, “Considering what the were-jaguar was able to do,
it does not seem unreasonable to believe they will.”
“And if you’re wrong,” asked David.
“Then the Weird Sisters will not be pleased with any of us,” the
blonde man said grimly.
Night – Library, Wyvern Castle atop the Eyrie Building, Upper
“That certainly didn’t go quite as planned,” Elisa commented as
they entered the room. Rows and rows of books surrounded them
and she felt herself relaxing, the two of them had spent many
enjoyable evenings in this room discussing current events and
the books Goliath read.
“No,” the lavender male’s deep tone was a curious mixture of
rueful and wary. “Kendra Canmore was not as I expected.”
The dark haired woman turned toward him, her curiosity peaked,
“What did you expect?”
Goliath hesitated a moment, his face thoughtful as he considered
the question. “I am not certain,” he admitted, “perhaps for her
to be more like the other Canmore’s, certainly for her to be
more like other humans.”
Elisa’s head tilted to the side as she considered it, “The
family resemblance is there, but no, she’s not really like the
other Canmore’s, and no, she’s not really like any other human
I’ve ever met before,” she agreed dryly.
Goliath rumbled his agreement, “Most humans are afraid of us,
she was not.”
“She’s been around Demona,” Elisa pointed out, “it’s not like
she hasn’t seen a gargoyle before.”
“That is true, but it does not explain the certainty in her eyes
that she could defeat me if we battled,” his eyes betrayed his
“Maybe she’s just overly confident,” the detective suggested,
walking over to him and placing a comforting hand on his thickly
“Perhaps,” he allowed, staring down at her, “Or perhaps Puck is
correct and she is more than she appears to be.”
Elisa didn’t immediately respond, at one time she would have
scoffed at such a suggestion, but after what she had seen during
the past two years… “I don’t know, we haven’t seen any evidence
that she can transform, but then we haven’t really been looking
for it,” she finally responded. A low rumble from him was all
she got as a reply. “How are you doing?” she asked, finally
broaching the subject she had really wanted to address this
He turned curious dark eyes her way, “I am fine.”
She sighed, “I mean with what Kendra Canmore told us tonight.”
“Ah,” he breathed out the sound, his expression turning
melancholy as it often did when he thought of his lost clan.
“Do you believe she was right,” he finally spoke, “that the
Magus was behind many of the things the humans said about us?
That he was…” he searched for the correct modern phrase,
“stirring up trouble for his own purposes?”
“I don’t know Goliath,” Elisa responded quietly, “I remember
thinking when we were on Avalon fighting against the Archmage,
Demona and Macbeth, that the amount of guilt he still felt
seemed rather extreme for the spell he cast on you guys to make
“But perhaps not if he felt in some way responsible for the
clan’s massacre,” Goliath finished her unspoken thought.
“No, not for that,” she agreed, “he pretty much devoted the rest
of his life to protecting the clan’s children, and he never felt
worthy of approaching Princess Katherine with his feelings for
her.” Goliath responded with a slow nod of acknowledgement,
looking lost in his thoughts. There was something had been
bothering Elisa ever since Kendra mentioned it, and now seemed a
good time to bring it up, “Why didn’t you tell me that you guys
helped build this castle?”
Goliath frowned, “Does it make that much of a difference?”
Elisa was silent for a moment, “Yes it does,” she finally
responded, “it makes the way Princess Katherine and her people
treated the clan even more wrong, and knowing the threats Demona
was hearing I understand better why she was so angry and
afraid.” He stared at her in astonished surprise, “Oh I’m not
saying that what Robbie and Demona did was right, it definitely
wasn’t,” she hastened to assure him, “or at all well thought
out,” she added in a lower tone, “Just that I understand her
He frowned, “Even if she does not bear the entire blame for what
occurred, what she did was wrong.”
The detective stared at him, taking in the sternly judgmental
expression on his face. She suspected she knew whose
condemnation Demona feared so much that she decided to keep
silent that morning rather than admit what she and Robbie had
done. “Was Demona ever as calm as she seems now?” she asked,
changing the subject. It was another question that tonight’s
conversation with Kendra brought up in her mind. If the Weird
Sister’s spell had been the cause of Demona’s temper, then why
did it sound like she had been just as easily angered back then
as she had been before the kidnapping? The detective had always
assumed that Demona had always been the short-tempered,
bloodthirsty gargoyle she was familiar with before Demona
returned from Canada with what seemed like a radically different
The lavender male looked slightly bewildered by the change in
topic, yet he gave it due consideration before giving her an
answer. “I do not remember her becoming so easily angered when
we were younger. It was only as the Princess began treating the
clan less well that her temper and patience with the humans
became so short.” Elisa didn’t know what response she had been
expecting, but that answer was not particularly helpful.
“Hudson was correct,” he continued, “it was only after Prince
Malcolm died that things started to become strained between the
clan and the humans. The Prince never allowed his people to
forget why they were there and what we had done for the King.”
“I’m sorry,” she said to him softly.
Goliath looked at her in puzzlement, “Why?”
Elisa explained in the same soft tone, “That the humans living
in this castle acted so badly toward the clan.”
“You had nothing to do with that, Elisa,” he responded firmly.
“You have no need to apologize for them. You have been a true
friend to this clan and are now a part of it.”
“Still I wish you hadn’t experienced that,” she said staring
into his eyes.
Silence fell between them until Goliath said, “I did try
reminding the princess of her father’s promise to the clan.”
Elisa’s dark eyes widened in surprise, “Let me guess, she
wouldn’t speak to you,” she remarked.
“That was true the second time, but not the first,” Goliath
replied. ”The princess was afraid of me, but she listened and
relations between the clan and the humans of the castle improved
for a while. Unfortunately, they did not stay that way. When
matters grew worse again, I went to speak to her again, but she
refused to talk with me a second time.”
“Was the Magus one of her advisors by then?” The detective
His dark eyes narrowed thoughtfully, “Yes,” he rumbled, his
expression hardening, “the princess had made him one just a
The detective shook her head, “I guess we’ll never know what his
role in everything was exactly,” she commented with a frown.
“All we have is Kendra’s speculation, and what Lexington,
Broadway, and Hudson witnessed him doing.”
Goliath clenched his hands, “I do not understand why I did not
hear these things, and I do not understand why Lexington and
Hudson did not come to me and tell me what was being said by the
Elisa looked up at the huge male, “I think I can guess why the
humans of the castle didn’t say anything in your hearing.” He
looked down at her inquiringly, “You’re rather large; I doubt
they wanted to risk making you angry. The younger gargoyles
would have been less intimidating, as would have Demona. Hudson
probably thought what he heard had nothing to do with the clan
and Lexington probably felt too intimidated to come to you with
what he heard, he was fairly young then.”
“They are all young,” he rumbled angrily.
“I know,” Elisa replied. They had talked before about putting
such pressure on the trio so early, but Goliath felt he had no
other choice. Brooklyn had to be able to lead the clan if
something happened to him.
“Why did Demona think I would not protect the clan’s children?”
he asked with a somewhat plaintive tone.
Elisa stared at him sadly, seeing the bewilderment in his dark
eyes, “I don’t know the answer to that,” she responded quietly.
She had some suspicions, but she didn’t really feel like
discussing with him what might have already been going wrong in
his prior relationship. “Goliath,” Elisa paused, not really
certain how to phrase what she needed to tell him, but she
didn’t want to be someone else that kept things from him. “What
did you think of Kendra Canmore’s statement that she’s gay?” she
fought to hide her grimace at the weak question.
He gave her a puzzled look, “It perhaps explains Xanatos’
insistence that she and Demona are mates. Apparently it is not
only those who are bigoted against gays that make the assumption
that those who are friends with gays must be gay as well,” he
commented. “Why do you ask?”
As astute as his observation was, it was not the one Elisa had
hoped he would make, “From what I observed in the restaurant
they seem very close to one another and Demona looks very happy
Goliath frowned, giving her a searching look, he shook his head
with a sigh, “You are beginning to believe that it is true as
well,” he stated. “Clan sisters are close and act affectionate
with one another, it is natural and it does not mean that they
wish to be mates with one another,” he sounded upset.
“So you think Demona’s treating Kendra Canmore as a clan
sister?” Elisa thought back to the interaction between the two
women that she had observed and couldn’t help but be dubious of
“Yes,” he responded firmly, “as odd as it seems that she would
accept a human as clan, Demona is treating Kendra Canmore as a
clan sister.” He gave an irritated rumble, “That is the only
explanation for her behavior since gargoyles are not gay,” he
stated quite firmly.
Elisa stared at him, there was no doubt in his tone, and it was
clear from the stubborn, annoyed expression he had that he was
not pleased that she was now wondering if Demona and Kendra were
involved in addition to the Xanatos’ and the Tattler reporter.
It was becoming clearer to her that his ego and pride were
becoming heavily involved in his belief that Demona could not
possibly be interested in another female. Of course who would
take it well that their ex, who had previously only been with
you and your clone, was now involved with not only someone of a
different species from you but a different sex from you as
well. Elisa winced in sympathy, put like that it did sound
rather ego bruising. In a mollifying tone she said, “I didn’t
realize that clan sisters were so close.”
Goliath visibly relaxed, “They are,” he confirmed.
Elisa nodded, choosing not to argue the point anymore, she had
mentioned it and he had chosen not to listen, he couldn’t fault
her if it turned out to be true. Her eyebrow rose as she
realized this was probably exactly what had happened between
Demona and he over her concerns about what the humans in the
castle were saying about the clan. Only then, his refusal to
take direct action against the humans, no matter how well
reasoned, had not been something the scarlet haired gargoyle
felt she could accept, not when the humans’ threat expanded to
the rookery where her own unhatched egg rested.
Night – Western Tower, Wyvern Castle atop the Eyrie Building,
With a sigh, Angela wrapped her arms around her knees and then
her wings around her body as she curled up in the deep casement
of the tower window and looked out over the city. Broadway
hadn’t wanted to leave her alone and it had taken her awhile to
reassure him that she was all right; she just needed to be by
herself for a while to think.
She remembered her last sight of the Magus’s body resting upon
the slab where King Arthur had slept the centuries away. He had
looked so peaceful, so much like he was only sleeping, the
sorrow that had always seemed to weigh him down finally gone.
He had always been so kind and gentle with them, and so patient
as he taught them to read and write and do mathematics. It was
hard for her to reconcile what Kendra had said he had done, and
what Lexington, Broadway and Hudson had confirmed they had
overheard him doing, with the gentle man she had known for all
She recalled the one time she had seen him cry, he had been
watching her rookery brothers and sisters play. She had been
off to the side resting and had looked over and noticed his
anguished expression and the tears. Concerned she had went over
to him, “Magus?” she had whispered quietly, not wanting to draw
attention to him.
She had startled him and he hurriedly wiped his tears away
before turning to face her, “Angela what did you need?”
She had stared at him uncertainly, “Why were you crying?” she
had finally asked, keeping her voice low.
He had sighed, looked over at her brothers and sisters, “I wish
your parents were still alive to see you, they would be so proud
of all of you.”
“Oh,” she hadn’t known quite how to respond.
“We’ve done the best we can, but there are only three of us.
You should have your parents and your older brothers and sisters
to look after you and teach you,” his voice grew harsh,
“But we don’t,” she laid a gentle hand on his arm, “We have you,
and the Princess, and Guardian Tom instead, and I think you’ve
been the best foster parents anyone could wish for.”
He had stared at her, the sadness in his eyes only deepening,
“You truly deserve your name, for you are like an Angel in your
kindness, but of all of you I deserve your forgiveness the
She sighed in exasperation, “You made a mistake in casting the
spell to put our clan leader and the others to sleep, because
you believed Goliath had killed the Princess. That doesn’t make
you unforgivable to me, not after all that you’ve done for us,
all the kindness and care you’ve given us.” He had given her a
look of such great sadness, shook his head and then walked away
making it clear he had wanted to be alone.
Angela drew in a shaky breath of the cold night air, now she
suspected she knew why he had felt such terrible guilt over what
he had done. It had not just been the sleep spell he had cast
on the remaining clan members, but what he had done before
that. She still didn’t understand though why he had said that
he deserved her forgiveness the least of all of her brothers and
sisters. The Magus couldn’t have known that it was Demona who
had conspired with Robbie to let the Vikings into the castle.
None of them had even known that her mother had survived until
Demona had attacked them along with the Archmage, Macbeth and
the Weird Sisters.
Kendra had told her not to forget what he had done for them just
because of what she had learned, and she wouldn’t. It would
take awhile though for her to reconcile what seemed like two
entirely different people: the kindly teacher she had known, and
that had given his life to protect her and her brothers and
sisters; and the mage who spread lies and stirred up the humans
in the castle against the clan and schemed against the Captain
of the Guard to increase his standing and favor with the
No wonder her mother had stared at her disbelievingly when she
told the scarlet haired female about how the Magnus had treated
them during the two months her mother had spent in the
Labyrinth, Angela realized.
Night – Battlements, Wyvern Castle atop the Eyrie Building,
Perched within one of the battlement embrasures, Brooklyn stared
moodily out over the city. Kendra Canmore had certainly not
been anything like he expected. Commanding, confident, she had
walked in and promptly taken over the meeting, using it to
address the issues she had wanted to address and not even given
the clan the opportunity to bring up their own concerns.
Her scathing comment about him being ruled by his fear still
stung, more so because he knew it was true. Over the past few
days Goliath, Elisa and Hudson had all pointed out the same
thing, only more gently. He had let his fear of being hurt by
Demona guide his actions and thoughts, refusing to even briefly
consider that what they had been hearing might possibly be
true. He had never considered what chance Demona’s scheme of
using the Grimorium to control Goliath and take over the clan
had of succeeding until Kendra had pointed out how unlikely it
was that the plan would work. Now that he thought about it
without letting his anger over it cloud his mind, it seemed
obvious to him that there had never been any chance of the clan
accepting Demona as their new clan leader. He remembered what
Goliath had looked like, and all one had to do was take one look
at the lavender male to see that he was controlled in some
That the rest of the clan had never thought about it either was
only scant consolation. Brooklyn was fully aware that Goliath
had chosen him to be the clan second because he was better at
planning and tactical thinking than either Lexington or
Broadway. He snorted self-depreciatingly, tactical thinking, he
had hardly been showing any signs of that lately, no wonder
Goliath was so disappointed in him. It was a good thing Elisa
didn’t have wings or he probably would have already found
himself demoted in favor of her.
He recalled Kendra’s firm response to his questioning that the
Weird Sisters had been responsible for Demona’s actions in some
way. “Claiming?” she had said staring at him, “no I’m
stating.” There had been no hesitation, no sign of doubt in her
eyes or tone, and then Puck had dropped his little bombshell
about seeing control spells on Demona. He hadn’t known what to
think about that piece of information an hour ago and he was no
closer to sorting out his thoughts on it now.
“If you had been a puppet on their strings for a thousand
years,” Kendra’s words echoed in his mind sending a shiver
through him. He remembered his shock and horror when he learned
that the three fey had conspired with the Archmage to kill
Angela and her rookery brothers and sisters, making it brutally
clear they were hardly as moral as they had pretended to be
during the events of that night Demona had turned the city’s
humans into stone. As much as he hated Demona, he wouldn’t wish
that on her, if only because of the use the Weird Sister’s might
make of anyone in their control. Like forcing you to attack and
try to kill your own child? His mind reminded him of what he
already knew the three fey had done to Demona. “Yea, like
that,” he whispered to the night air.
“Like what?” Elisa’s gentle question startled him; he hadn’t
realized anyone else was out here with him.
He turned his head, the clan’s human member was standing a few
feet away, “I was just thinking about how the Weird Sisters
tried to make Demona kill her own daughter,” he admitted.
He saw her flinch slightly before she grimaced, “Yea, that makes
all of…” she waved her hand vaguely, “what we’ve heard about
control spells on Demona sound possible. I certainly wouldn’t
put it past them.”
That summed it up pretty succinctly, Brooklyn thought.
“Trusting Demona… I don’t know if I can again,” he admitted
“What about trusting her only slightly,” Elisa inquired. The
reddish male turned puzzled eyes her way. She sighed, looking
at the battlements around them. “Brooklyn how do you feel when
you think about trusting Demona?”
His wings closed tighter around him at the question, “Sick to my
stomach,” he reluctantly answered.
Elisa nodded, “She hurt you pretty badly. It’s not surprising
that you don’t want to risk being hurt like that again.”
Brooklyn frowned; there was more to it than just that, “Isn’t
that my instincts telling me that it’s a really bad idea?”
She tilted her head slightly to the side, “Maybe, maybe not,”
she answered after a second, confusing him. “I fell off these
battlements twice,” she said, and Brooklyn frowned wondering
what that had to do with what they were discussing. “Goliath
saved me both times,” she said. Elisa took in a deep breath and
took a step closer to him and the beaked male looked on in
concern as he realized from her tense posture that she was
afraid. “It took me quite a while to be able to walk up those
stairs without feeling like I was going to throw up I felt so
sick to my stomach, and even though I knew it was irrational, I
felt like these stones were going to reach out and grab me and
pull me over them.”
Brooklyn got down from the embrasure where he had been sitting
as Elisa forced herself to take a step closer. He took her by
the arms and gently pushed her further back away from what was
obviously a terrifying drop for her no matter that the parapet
was almost three feet high at its lowest. “You don’t need to do
this for me,” he said quietly, “I get your point.”
She looked up into his dark eyes, “Sometimes when something
hurts or frightens you badly enough you just want to avoid it,
because if you avoid it then it can’t possibly hurt you again.
It’s not bad reasoning, but it doesn’t mean that it’s certain
you would get hurt in the same way again.” The beaked male
scowled, but he couldn’t disagree with her, what she was
describing was too close to how he felt when he thought about
trusting Demona. “Brooklyn, I’m not certain I trust that Demona
has actually changed,” oddly, given the topic she smirked, “even
though seeing her knock back a margarita today certainly
“Huh,” he said, blinking at her, unable to believe that she had
just said what he thought he heard her say.
“But I’m willing to give her the chance to prove that what we’ve
heard is the truth,” she continued as if she hadn’t said
anything odd at all.
“Wait, go back to the margarita,” demanded Brooklyn.
Elisa chuckled at him, “Demona went to El Parador today with her
friends, that’s where I spoke to Kendra. I was quite shocked
when the waiter delivered a pitcher of beer to the table and
margaritas to everyone but Robert. She looked happy and relaxed
and was smiling and laughing with them,” the detective grimace,
“at least until Kendra spotted me.”
Brooklyn stared at her as if she had grown a second head, trying
and failing to imagine the scene she was describing. He knew
Demona had to eat; he just had a hard time imagining what her
words were describing. “Are we sure this is actually Demona,”
he said weakly. Elisa chuckled in response, which was
encouragement enough for him to continue, “Maybe there’s one of
those pods from that movie we watched the other night up in
Canada with the real Demona in it.”
“And we have pod Demona?” Elisa smirked, “it’s almost easier to
believe,” she allowed.
Brooklyn felt relieved, at least someone understood what he was
feeling, “Brooklyn,” the dark haired woman said, “Goliath
doesn’t expect you to trust her without proof. He’s just asking
that you make the attempt to not let your hatred of her blind
you from seeing that something significant is going on and to
keep an open mind about what it might be.”
The clan second gave her a slow nod, “I can do that.”
Night – Destine Manor, Forest Hills Gardens, Long Island
“So,” Kendra finished describing what had happened during her
meeting with the clan and paused to stretch, her arms above her
head and her back arching. It had taken her awhile to go over
everything that was said and her observation of their reactions.
“I think I managed to get everything accomplished that I wanted
to accomplish,” the black haired woman commented sounding
satisfied. Demona had interrupted her only a few times, once to
laugh hard enough to hold her sides at the description of the
brief altercation between her and Goliath.
Demona smirked, “Oh to have been a fly on the wall as humans
say, I would have enjoyed watching that.” She turned more
serious, “Do you think Brooklyn listened to you?”
Kendra gave the question some thought before responding, “I
don’t know if he believed everything I said, but I think I shook
his self-absorption enough that he’s at least questioning
“That at least is a beginning,” Demona commented, her eyes
betraying that she was thinking once again about what she had
done to the reddish male and regretting it. “So Puck noticed
the anger spell and the control spells, but didn’t mention them
to the clan or Xanatos’ until now,” she changed the subject.
Kendra nodded, “I don’t know whether to be flattered or
suspicious of his faith in our ability to deal with the Weird
Demona’s brow ridge rose, “Knowing Puck as I do, I would be
suspicious,” the gargoyle said dryly.
“That’s what I suspected,” Kendra agreed wryly, “I wonder if he
suspects the truth somehow.”
The scarlet haired gargoyle frowned, “I don’t know how he
could,” she said puzzled.
“No, neither do I,” Kendra said thoughtfully. She shook her
head, “In other news…I got Lexington’s email address to give to
Demona gave her a surprised look that turned thoughtful, “That’s
a good idea,” she commented after a moment. “They do have
similar interests, and it will help reassure the clan that I’m
not trying to hide Robert away from them,” she ended with a wry
“He said something interesting to me as he was writing it down,”
Kendra said giving her an intent look. Demona glanced at her
curiously, wondering what Lexington could have said to cause
this reaction from her mate, “He asked if we had been out
dancing again lately, and mentioned something about hearing
about it in a chat room.” Demona’s eyes widened in surprise,
“Unfortunately,” Kendra continued, “Goliath and Elisa came in
and he didn’t say anything more.”
“A chat room?” Demona repeated, “But…” her voice trailed off
“The only kind of chat room he would have heard about that one
night we went out would be a gay chat room,” Kendra informed
her, “and since I announced to the clan that I was gay, it makes
sense that he would try and let me know he was as well.”
“Hmm,” Demona said thoughtfully, “perhaps he and Robert can meet
somewhere neutral like you’re apartment? It does have a balcony
large enough for a gargoyle to land on, I noticed that the day
you showed it to me.”
“I’d let them talk by email for a week or so and then bring that
up, Goliath and Brooklyn’s asses are probably still smarting
right now,” Kendra commented with a smirk.
Demona shook her head and laughed quietly, “I do wish I could
have watched somehow,” she said with a regretful sigh and a not
entirely nice gleam in her green eyes.
Sunday, December 28th 1997
Just before dawn – Wyvern Castle atop the Eyrie Building, Upper
“I’m sure Goliath and the others will be alright lass,” Hudson
reassured Angela as he leapt up on his favorite spot to sleep
during the day.
“Do you think Elisa’s informant was right and they found new
gargoyles?” the lavender female asked as she did the same.
Hudson shook his head, “I don’t know lass. I’m sure they will
be back early tonight to let us know.”
Angela’s worried gaze turned back to scan the horizon for her
father and the trio even as dawn froze her in stone sleep.
After sunset – Wyvern Castle atop the Eyrie Building, Upper
Angela waited thirty minutes after waking up before contacting
Elisa to tell her that Goliath and the trio had not returned
from investigating the reported sightings of new gargoyle
statues the night before. Then she and Hudson, who had carried
Bronx, had met up with Elisa and Matt Bluestone, who were both
on duty tonight, to investigate the building where Goliath and
the others had gone to search for any sign that there were new
gargoyles in the city. They had found nothing suspicious and no
sign of the rest of the clan or any sign that gargoyles lived
there, and a call over their radio about an armed robbery
interrupted any further searching. Before Elisa left with Matt
to respond to the call, she cautioned Angela and Hudson to be
careful, she didn’t want to be looking for them as well. Angela
and Hudson had flown over the city for a while looking for the
other clan members, she had suggested going back to the castle
to see if Xanatos had heard anything when she noticed how tired
the older gargoyle was looking.
The lavender female didn’t know what to do now; she didn’t want
to just wait here at the castle hoping that her father,
Broadway, Brooklyn and Lexington would show up and she didn’t
want Hudson to overextend himself helping her search for them
either. Owen and David Xanatos were at some meeting that
Xanatos swore he couldn’t afford to not attend, and Fox was
taking care of Alexander. Xanatos had promised to help look for
the clan as soon as he got back, but in the meantime, no one was
searching for her clan. Her dark eyes narrowed, her father and
Brooklyn wouldn’t like it, but there was one other person she
could ask for help.
“Destine residence,” her mother’s voice answered after three
“Mother, I need your help.”
“What’s wrong Angela?” Demona’s tone turned concerned.
“Goliath, Brooklyn, Broadway and Lexington are missing and
Elisa’s on duty tonight and Xanatos is at some meeting he
couldn’t miss,” she was aware that she was babbling a little,
but she couldn’t help it she was scared for her father and
Broadway and the others.
“When did they go missing?” her mother asked as soon as she
Her mother’s voice was steady and confident and Angela felt
herself relax a little, “Last night, Elisa had a tip that new
gargoyle statues had shown up on one of the buildings in the
city and father and the others went to investigate.”
Angela gave her mother the address, “But we’ve already been
there and didn’t see any sign of them.”
“We’ve?” her mother asked.
“Hudson, Bronx and I met Elisa and her partner there and we
searched for them, but then Elisa and Matt got a call about a
robbery and had to leave.”
There was silence for a moment from her mother’s end before
Demona replied, “Even though you’ve already been there we’ll
start at that building. It’s the only place we know they’ve
been, and I have a few ways of searching for them that Detective
Maza doesn’t. Can you meet Kendra and I on the roof of
Nightstone in thirty minutes?”
“Yes,” Angela frowned, wondering what her mother was planning to
do. It sounded like she was going to use sorcery.
Night – Destine Manor, Forest Hills Gardens, Long Island
Azarel suspected he knew why Ms. Destine insisted that none of
the security team be too close to her home at night. If what he
and his family thought was true, he couldn’t blame her. The
redhead would hardly want the world to find out that Castaway
was right and she could turn into a gargoyle at night. That
didn’t mean though that he was going to permit such a large
security hole to jeopardize the woman and her friends safety, it
just meant that he was the one who did the sweep through her
back yard at night.
Crouched behind a tree to keep himself out of sight of anyone
looking out the mansion windows, he scanned the area for any
sign of intrusion. With his night vision goggles on, the world
was black and green to him, there was no sign of anyone else in
the large yard but him. He glanced toward the mansion and
movement caught his eye on the second story balcony. He stared,
it was one thing to suspect and another thing to actually have
those suspicions confirmed, and there was not one but two of
Azarel ducked behind the tree and froze remembering his father’s
comments about how good a gargoyle’s sight was at night. He
didn’t want either of the two females to know that he was
there. Cautiously he lifted the night vision goggles from his
eyes and waited a second for his vision to adjust before peering
around the tree. One of the gargoyles had scarlet red hair the
same shade as Ms. Destine’s and azure blue skin, the other
female was almost uniformly black in color, and her wings
appeared to be feathered instead of bat like wings such as the
red-haired one’s. If this wasn’t the same gargoyle that his
father had met as a boy 53 years ago, then they were probably
related, because this female looked exactly like his father’s
description of the gargoyle named Demona.
Night – Roof of Nightstone Unlimited HQ, Lower East Side
Angela and Hudson stood on the roof of her mother’s company
scanning the skyline. Surprisingly, Hudson hadn’t argued with
her decision to ask her mother for help, though he had insisted
on going with her. They had left Bronx behind to guard the
castle. “There,” Angela saw the winged outline first and
pointed it out to the older gargoyle. Then her eyes widened as
she realized that she was seeing not one but two winged forms in
the sky. “There’s another gargoyle with her,” she exclaimed in
As Demona and the newcomer landed on the rooftop, Angela stared
at the strong looking female, who was much more muscular than
either Demona or she, taking in the dark sapphire sleeveless
belted tunic covering midnight black fur, glossy black feathered
wings, feline features and long flowing black hair. The new
gargoyle did not have a brow ridge Angela noticed with surprise,
and then she stared harder. The feline gargoyle had familiar
amused blue eyes and a smirk on her lips. “Kendra Canmore?” she
“Very good,” came the approving and amused reply, it was
definitely her mother’s friend.
“What sorcery is this?” Hudson asked, staring at Demona
“Not sorcery,” Demona corrected him calmly, “but the spirit’s
“This allows me to assume this form,” Kendra held up a medallion
of dark stone set in silver so that the older gargoyle could see
it. On the medallion was inscribed the form of a cat.
“The spirit,” Hudson said in a surprised tone, giving the winged
feline appearing woman an intent stare. His eyes shifted from
Kendra to Demona and back again, “Hmm,” he murmured sounding
thoughtful now, “very well then.”
Angela’s eyes widened as she realized what the clan elder was
thinking. Owen had told them the other night that Kendra
Canmore was as graceful and deadly as she fought as the
were-jaguar, that she was able to project the same sense of
danger or aura of threat as Elisa had called it, and now she
looked very like the were-jaguar with the addition of feathered
wing. The being Owen had described hadn’t had wings, but then
he had been protecting humans from their fey tormentors, not a
gargoyle. The obvious conclusion was that the were-jaguar that
had held Titania hostage while delivering the spirit’s ultimatum
to leave the humans alone, hadn’t been a supernatural being, but
a human given the power to transform with a talisman like the
one Kendra was wearing. Perhaps it was even the same talisman,
Angela thought to herself.
The lavender female looked over at her mother. Demona was
wearing a similar medallion, only it was set in gold and the
stone was reddish with white lines running through it. The
scarlet haired gargoyle took a step nearer, “Yes, the spirit
gave me the gift of turning into a human whenever I wished,” she
confirmed, touching the stone with one finger, though Angela had
already guessed that once she saw the form of a woman inscribed
on her mother’s medallion.
Angela met her mother’s eyes and they stared at one another,
Demona was the first to break the silence, “Well, I guess we
should go to the building you said they went to search last
night and see if we can find any sign of your father and the
The lavender female had seen the uncertainty and regret in her
mother’s eyes and as the older female moved toward the roof’s
edge, she realized that Demona was waiting for her to make the
next move in their reconciliation, “Wait.” Her mother stopped
immediately, turning back to look at her questioningly. “Thank
you for coming to help.”
“Of course, daughter,” Demona’s eyes softened, “I understand you
are worried about what has happened to them, this is very unlike
Goliath.” Reminded of exactly why they were there, Angela could
only nod, all of her fears returning at once.
“I’d like to approach this building cautiously,” Kendra said as
the four of them headed for the edge of Nightstone’s roof, “if
it was a trap for Goliath and the others, then I’d expect there
to be external surveillance on the building. If it is there, I
don’t want us spotted by it.”
Angela paused, “How will we be able to tell?” she asked,
remembering how small the security cameras at the castle were
that Lexington had found.
“Aye the things are small and hard to find,” added Hudson,
obviously remembering the same thing.
Kendra looked over at Demona inquiringly, “Do you think you
could use your magic to recognize them?”
The scarlet haired gargoyle frowned thoughtfully, “Perhaps,” she
replied after a few seconds, “let me examine the ones by the
loading dock here.” She took the last steps to the edge, “I’ll
be back in a few minutes,” she paused briefly to say before
gliding off the building.
The lavender female went to the parapet and leaned over looking
curiously for her mother. She immediately spotted her
descending in a slow spiral down the side of the building. A
few stories above the loading dock, her mother’s wing dipped and
she flew closer to the building. Just before she would have
impacted into the building’s side, Demona flared her wings
bringing herself almost to a halt in the air as she reached out
and dug her talons into the concrete. Angela sighed enviously,
someday she wanted to ask her mother for gliding lessons,
Goliath was skilled glider, but he wasn’t as skilled as her
mother. Curious, Angela continued watching her mother wondering
what spell she was going to cast to allow her to see the
cameras. Demona was just staring at the side of the building;
she didn’t move around or do anything else except stare as if
she were seeing something besides concrete and glass windows.
The next moment her mother pushed herself off the side of the
building and began rising gradually back toward the roof.
“I can,” Demona confidently announced as she landed on the edge
of the roof.
“Alright then,” Kendra said, “I’m thinking that the greatest
concentration of cameras would be on the roof which is where
Goliath and the others probably landed. We need to get close
enough for Demona to detect if there are any cameras without
being seen ourselves. Suggestions?”
Angela glanced over at her mother uncertainly; she hadn’t
expected Kendra to take over the leadership of their little
group. Demona however wasn’t paying attention to her; instead,
she was looking in the direction they needed to go. “If we
glide northeast up…” the scarlet haired gargoyle started
describing a path that would get them close to the building
while keeping taller buildings between them and it. Apparently,
it was not only ok with her mother that Kendra led the group,
but also it was something she expected.
Kendra was silent for several seconds, her brows drawn in
thought as she stared down the street Demona had indicated.
Finally, she nodded, “Took me a second to think of what the
buildings along that route might look like from the air,” she
explained. “That does sound like a good way to approach the
building we want without being spotted,” she glanced over at
Angela and Hudson, “either of you have another path in mind, or
any comments about the route Demona suggested?”
Angela shook her head, the way her mother wanted to glide there
sounded fine to her, it would keep the taller buildings between
them and where they wanted to go until the last moment.
“Sounds like it will do the trick,” Hudson concurred.
“Very well,” Kendra’s tone turned briskly efficient, “Demona if
you will lead the way.” As their route brought them near where
Goliath and the others had gone to investigate reports of
gargoyle statues, Kendra pointed to the roof of the building
they were approaching. “We should land on this side of that
building’s roof,” she indicated a building a block away.
“Hopefully it’s close enough that Demona can use the roof access
for cover while she searches for cameras on the other building.”
“I believe it will be,” Demona responded, “and if it isn’t,
we’ll have to think of something else.”
The group began rising slightly up to just below roof level and
when they came to the building Kendra had indicated, they turned
sharply toward it, rising to glide just over the edge and land
with the walls of the access level between them and the building
on the other side. They landed in deep shadow and Demona
hurried toward the corner of the wall to peer around it
Kendra caped her wings around herself as the three of them
waited silently for the scarlet haired gargoyle to tell them
whether there were cameras on the roof of the other building or
that she would need to get closer to tell. Angela eyed the
woman’s glossy black wings curiously; though they were feathered
like the English gargoyles she had met, their structure was like
her own. Instead of rising above her back as Una, Leo and
Griff’s wings had, Kendra wrapped them around herself and
clasped her wing fingers together across her chest to hold them
Demona drew back from the corner she had been peering around and
came back to them, a grim expression on her face. “Just as you
suspected,” she said to Kendra, “there are cameras all around
the building’s roof. We should see if the ground level is as
well covered, maybe we can get in undetected there.”
“It was a trap then,” stated Hudson.
“That’s looking like a definite possibility,” Kendra concurred.
She went over to the edge of the roof and looked around, “Go up
that alleyway?” Everyone else came to lean over the edge near
her and look to where she was pointing.
“That should work,” Demona agreed, “We’ll have to climb around
the building because there’s not enough room to glide down and
we don’t want to be seen by the humans on the street.” It took
them about ten minutes to make their way around and then down
the side of the building, Demona stayed near Kendra, giving her
low voiced suggestions which made it clear that this was not
something the human in gargoyle form had done before.
Considering that it was Kendra’s first time, Angela thought the
blue-eyed woman did very well, the lavender female hadn’t been
nearly so graceful the first time she had tried climbing down
the side of a building.
As soon as they stepped into the alleyway, Demona dropped to all
fours and staying close to the building, crept forward slowly.
Kendra crouched down and watched the scarlet haired gargoyle
intently, her cat like ears pricked sharply forward and her
furred tail still except for the very end which flicked side to
side and up and down in an irregular pattern. Angela watched
her wide eyed, this was the first time she had seen Kendra act
so…cat like. It made her wonder how the transformation affected
the human woman’s thinking, if it did more than just make Kendra
look like a winged feline.
Demona began backing up swiftly, turning as soon as she was a
few feet away and hurrying back toward them. “There are a few
cameras by the door, but more importantly the building has
subfloors, and that’s where I saw Lexington,” her tone was
hurried, tense. “He was being attacked by a mechanical cat.”
“We must save the lad then,” Hudson drew his sword and started
down the alleyway.
“Stop!” Kendra’s command was low voiced, but no less
authoritative for it, and froze the older gargoyle in his
tracks. “Demona I believe you had something more to tell us?”
The scarlet haired gargoyle nodded, “There are several humans on
the sub levels, we need to get in without being seen or we’ll
have all of them to fight. For now Lexington seems to be
evading the mechanical cat easily, he hasn’t been hurt.”
“How do you know this?” Angela asked bewildered, she hadn’t
known her mother knew any magic spells to let her see through
“My magic,” Demona explained non-helpfully, “give me a moment
and I think I can disable the cameras,” she leapt up on the
building next to them and started climbing up. As soon as she
was a few stories up she began moving sideways toward the corner
of the building, once there she paused a moment gathering
herself before making a powerful leap that carried her to the
“Stay here,” Kendra said to Angela and Hudson as she dropped to
all fours, she crept forward, keeping near the building’s wall
in the shadow to where Demona had paused to scout out the other
building. It wasn’t very long at all before she turned her head
and motioned for them to come forward and then started running
down the alleyway toward the other building.
Obviously, thought Angela, as she and Hudson dropped and started
running after Kendra, her mother had disabled the camera.
Demona had also managed to open the door and stood waiting by it
as they quickly crossed the open space between the two
buildings. The door opened onto a wide well lit hallway with
the occasional door and at the end an elevator.
“Down one?” Kendra asked Demona quietly. At the scarlet haired
gargoyles nod she started down the hallway, “If there are stairs
we should take those and not the elevator.”
“That would be best since there are people coming up it,” Demona
tersely whispered back, “they must have already noticed that
they lost their camera feed.” They all saw the door with the
words stairs stenciled across it at the same time as they
approached the end of the hallway, Kendra reached it first and
held it open as the others entered and then closed it completely
behind them instead of letting it close itself. Her mother was
already headed down the stairwell; Angela glanced hesitantly
toward Kendra, uncertain whether to follow or stay. The black
furred female silently motioned for her to follow Demona down
The lavender female didn’t know quite what to think about how
well her mother and Kendra worked together, seemingly needing a
minimum of conversation to understand what the other was doing.
The lavender female was still getting used to the idea that her
mother actually had a human friend. She had noticed the other
night, when the human woman had talked to the clan, how much of
a warrior Kendra Canmore was and had considered how that might
have influenced her mother to set aside her normal dislike of
humans to befriend this one. Now there was another reason for
her mother to accept the human woman, transformed, Kendra looked
very much like a gargoyle.
Demona was waiting for them six flights of stairs down,
“Lexington is on this level,” she whispered. She looked back at
the door and along the wall by it, looking as if she could see
through them, “There’s no one in the hallway,” apparently she
could. Angela stared at her mother; she hadn’t known that
Demona could use her sorcery to see through walls. Had she
always been able to or was this something new, the lavender
female wondered. Angela noticed Hudson staring at her mother as
well; from the slight frown on his face, he didn’t seem certain
what to think of this either.
“Will they suspect someone disabled the cameras?” Kendra
whispered as she eased the door open and stepped out into the
hallway with a quick glance up and down it.
“There was only one and I burnt out the circuitry, so they
shouldn’t suspect it was anything but a malfunction,” the
scarlet haired gargoyle whispered back, pointing up the
hallway. “We need to go that way.”
“Good, I’d rather they not realize we’re here just yet,” Kendra
commented. She looked in the direction Demona had pointed, “Why
don’t you lead since you can see which way we need to go and if
there’s anyone coming.”
With a quick acknowledging nod, the scarlet haired gargoyle
started up the long hallway at a quick pace. Angela wasn’t sure
why they weren’t running to rescue Lexington, and then she
realized that her mother was scanning the hallway and
occasionally looking behind them where Hudson was keeping watch
as well. They stopped in front of the third doorway from the
stairwell, “There are cameras in the room,” Demona announced
“Can you disable them like the one at the door?” Angela asked
“No, they’re too far away,” Demona answered with a shake of her
head. She waved them forward, past the doorway, “Move further
down the hallway, I’m going to open the door and I don’t want us
to be spotted.” Demona reached out and gripped Kendra’s forearm
stopping the woman from moving with them, “The mechanical cat
will probably follow him out.”
Kendra moved to stand against the wall, “Bad choice for it if it
does,” she responded lightly. Demona smirked in reply and then
she knelt and placed her hands on the door and wall next to the
locking mechanism and stared at the door intently.
Angela wasn’t certain what to think of Kendra’s confidence, if
Lexington could only stay away from the robot and not disable
it, why did the human woman think she could defeat it? She saw
Kendra crouch slightly as Demona pushed the door open and
stepped away from it hurriedly to avoid being spotted by the
cameras inside the room. Angela’s eyes widened as wickedly
curved inch long black claws extended from Kendra’s fingers,
light reflecting off of each as if they were made of polished
stone or metal.
Lexington came running through the door at full speed skidding
slightly on the floor as he made the turn in the hallway,
“Lexington,” Angela called him and motioned him toward where she
and Hudson were waiting.
A yellow spotted panther with glowing red eyes followed the
web-winged gargoyle out of the room. It only made it a few feet
out of the room before Kendra moved in a rapid blur of motion
slapping the robot on the side of the head with enough force to
lift it off the floor and send it slamming up against the wall
on the other side of the hallway. The mechanical cat bounced
off the wall already sparking and smoking and the were-jaguar
slapped it again, catching it before it hit the floor and
sending it spinning into the wall. Angela watched in
astonishment as another ripping swat sent the mechanical panther
spinning even more rapidly to bounce off the wall yet again and
she realized Kendra was playing with the robot as if it were a
The irritated clearing of her mother’s throat interrupted the
winged were-jaguar’s fun. Demona was standing with her arms
crossed over her chest staring disapprovingly at Kendra as the
robot fell to the floor sparking and twitching from its rough
treatment, the fake fur along its sides ripped and torn. Kendra
looked over at Demona and vocalized a soft questioning churring
meow. Angela fought to keep from laughing, the noise the
gargoyle looking woman had made sounded so cute and innocent as
if Kendra were asking what she had possibly done to warrant such
a look. The lavender female could tell by the twitching of
Demona’s lips that her mother was having the same difficulty,
the scarlet haired gargoyle shook her head and pointed down the
hallway. The feline gargoyle’s upright ears flattened slightly
as she turned in the direction Demona indicated.
“Ken..” was a far as a wide-eyed Lexington got before a black
furred finger held up to dark lips indicated that he should
remain silent. Angela noticed, from the slight grin on the
were-jaguars lips, that despite the flattened ears she didn’t
seem all that abashed by her mother’s admonishment.
Kendra reached down and gripped his shoulder as she came up to
him, “Later, when there aren’t cameras and microphones around,”
she bent down and whispered to him. “Glad to see you’re
unhurt.” The web-winged gargoyle glanced down the hallway
toward the smoking mechanical panther and the room he had just
escaped from and nodded.
Demona, who had been staring along the walls and down the
hallway, suddenly hissed urgently, “Brooklyn is down this way,”
she dropped to all fours and started running, swiftly passing
all of them. Realizing her mother wouldn’t be in such a hurry
if the clan’s second wasn’t in danger, Angela dropped and
followed behind Kendra who had already taken off after the
scarlet haired gargoyle.
The hallway they were running down was very long, abruptly
Demona slid to a halt midway along it, and Angela dug in her
talons to keep from sliding into Kendra who had come to a stop
as well. The sound of gruff male grumbling behind her let her
know that Hudson didn’t appreciate the abruptness with which
they had stopped at all. Demona’s eyes glowed red with anger
and Angela stared at her, wondering at the cause of it, but the
glow lasted only a second before fading as the scarlet haired
gargoyle placed her hands on the bare wall, staring at it in
frowning concentration. The lavender female looked at her
mother in confusion; there wasn’t anything here, just a hallway
with no door nearby.
“What is she doing?” whispered Lexington after a moment.
Angela admitted, “I don’t know exactly, she did something like
this when she unlocked the door to the room where you were.”
As abruptly as she had stopped, Demona stepped away from the
wall and began running up the hall once again. Kendra
immediately started after her leaving the others a second or two
behind before they reacted and began chasing after them.
Another hallway crossed the one they were running along, and
Demona turned left down it ahead of them. Angela turned the
same corner to see the were-jaguar was standing in the middle of
the hall holding up a hand for them to stop, her mother was
kneeling by a door further up the hallway. The lavender
gargoyle heard the click from the door and saw her mother push
it open and then run down the hallway toward and then past
Kendra. Demona stopped in front of Angela, Hudson and
Lexington, “One of you should be up there to help him. I doubt
that he would trust me enough to let me,” the scarlet female
said, keeping her voice low.
“I will,” Hudson said, already moving toward the newly opened
door, the elder gargoyle got there just in time to offer the
beaked male a helping arm as he limped out of the room. It was
only Kendra making a very emphatic zipping motion across her
mouth, which prevented the clan’s second from saying anything
when he spotted the black furred female. The reddish male
paused, and Angela could see from the widening of his eyes and
the way his beak gaped open that he had just realized who the
new gargoyle actually was, “Later lad, we’ll explain later when
the walls don’t have ears,” Hudson whispered to him.
Demona wasn’t even paying attention to the clan second when
Brooklyn spotted her and his eyes glowed briefly white in
anger. Angela frowned at him; at least he had the sense to
mouth her name, instead of saying it aloud. “Broadway is headed
this way and there is a human male with him,” her mother
whispered sounding confused. Demona pointed at the wall, and it
took a half second for Angela to realize that her mother meant
she could see him in that direction. Ignoring her mother’s
worried, “Angela wait,” the lavender female started running back
down the hallway they had just come up.
When the lavender female reached the hallway crossing it she
turned left and almost ran into the large teal colored male.
“Broadway,” she threw herself into his arms.
“Angela?” he sounded confused even as his arms folded around
her, “What are you doing here? They didn’t capture you too did
“Well I didn’t expect to see you here,” the voice of the human
in the scarlet robe was very familiar.
“Xanatos,” Demona hissed as she rounded the corner at the same
time as the dark haired man removed the hood covering his head.
The scarlet haired gargoyle was followed by Lexington and then
by Hudson helping Brooklyn. “Well I see everyone is here,”
Xanatos said, sounding amused. Kendra finally appeared around
the corner, and Xanatos stared at the black furred gargoyle,
“Who is the new…” his voice trailed off as he stared even more
intently. “Kendra Canmore?”
“We don’t have time for this I think we’re about to have company
judging from the group that just got off the elevator on this
level,” Demona hissed quietly, pointing down the hallway in the
direction from which they had originally come. “Where is
Goliath being held? We need to get him and get out of here.”
“He’s no longer here,” David glanced down the hallway a startled
look on his face, the elevator Demona was referring to was not
in sight from here, “we need to hurry to save him from what
they’ve got planned.” Angela stared at the dark haired,
alarmed, what were these humans planning on doing to her father
and how much time did they have to prevent it?
“How do we get out of here then?” Demona turned to Xanatos,
“they’re between us and the stairwell to the surface that we
Angela turned her head and looked down the hallway frowning, she
thought she heard something from that direction. Voices, she
couldn’t hear the words but she could hear voices, she turned
back to Xanatos noticing as she did that the other gargoyles and
Kendra were also looking up the hallway. “There are people
coming,” the lavender female confirmed in a hurried whisper to
the dark headed man.
“Back this way,” Xanatos hesitated no longer, turning and
leading the way quickly up the hallway. “There’s another
staircase and elevator on the other side of the building.”
They were in sight of the elevator and staircase door when
Demona hissed, “Hurry, there’s another group coming down the
elevator, they’re almost here.” The group broke into a run,
Kendra sprinting swiftly to the front to hold the door open for
them as she stared at the still closed elevator doors further
down the hallway.
Everyone was almost ready to breathe a sigh of relief as Kendra
pulled the door shut behind Brooklyn and Hudson, who were the
last to enter the stairwell, thinking that they had evaded
detection when a shout in the hallway announced otherwise.
“They’re in the stairwell!” Angela who was waiting on the steps
with Xanatos frowned in dismay and prepared herself to fight.
“Damn it,” Kendra hissed as she grabbed the doorknob and held
it. Demona moved up by Kendra and knelt placing her hands on
the doorway and door. “Can you lock it?” the blue-eyed woman
whispered to her.
“Done,” Demona rose, “let’s go.” Kendra released the door and
waved for the group to continue up the stairs.
“Open the door!” Angela heard the angry shout from the hallway
as she turned back toward the stairwell.
“I can’t it won’t budge,” another voice answered as she took the
last few steps to the first landing.
“Shoot it then,” the first angry voice commanded. Alarmed,
Angela whirled, looking back down toward the door in time to see
her mother wave a hand commandingly at the door. The door
seemed to blur for a moment before coming into focus once again.
The lavender female blinked, uncertain what she had just seen.
“Keep going, that won’t last for forever,” her mother whispered,
motioning urgently toward the stairs.
Angela started up the stairs once again, wondering what spell
her mother had just cast on the door and when exactly she had
begun to be able to do so without a scroll or book or without
saying any words. “What are you doing, using the lowest
setting?” the lavender female heard the angry yell drift up from
below as she began running up the stairs once again.
They made it to the exterior door of the building without
further incident. Xanatos reached the door first and tried to
open it unsuccessfully, “It’s locked.” He didn’t sound very
surprised, “They must have locked down the building when they
discovered the escapes.”
“That door’s not going to stop us,” rumbled Broadway as he
stepped around Angela. The large teal male had a determined
look on his face as he set himself to bust the door down.
“Broadway stop!” Demona’s whisper was rather loud and urgent.
Broadway had already taken a couple of steps toward the door and
had to set back on his tail to keep from ramming it. “There are
humans outside, three there, two there and three more there,”
the scarlet haired gargoyle indicated different directions.
“The alleyways,” Xanatos, Kendra and Hudson all commented almost
together. The dark haired male grinned, “Glad we all agree,” he
commented. He turned toward Demona, “The roof?”
“Wait, how do you know there are human outside?” Brooklyn asked
suspiciously, “and how did you know they were coming down the
“I recently acquired a spell to allow me to see through walls,”
Demona answered him evenly, “but this is hardly the appropriate
time for a long winded discussion about it.” The reddish
gargoyle glared at her, but it wasn’t as if he could disagree,
Xanatos had made it clear they didn’t have a lot of time to
Kendra glanced at him briefly before turning back to Demona with
a grimace, “I’d rather leave as unannounced as we came in, but
if that’s the only way…”
“Let’s go a few stories up, I can get us out one of the
windows,” Demona decided, turning back toward the stairwell
“Are you sure,” Kendra asked her, her tone concerned, as the
group turned started back down the hallway, “a window’s a lot of
“I can do it,” Demona responded confidently.
Angela stared at her mother’s back, as they hurried up the
flights of stairs, not even trying to be quiet now as they raced
against the group trying to break into the stairwell. She had
no idea what Demona and Kendra had been talking about, only that
it was clear that the were-jaguar knew a lot about the magic her
mother was doing now. The lavender female breathed a sigh of
relief as they exited at the fourth floor and closed the door
behind them. “That side of the building,” Kendra announced,
pointing toward what Angela thought was north.
Demona set off in that direction working her way along the
hallways with only a few pauses to scan along the walls before
setting off again, “Here we are,” she paused at a door, putting
a taloned hand on the lock for a moment before there was an
audible click and the door swung inward to reveal a darkened
room. Her mother was getting faster, Angela noted as she caught
sight of Xanatos staring at Demona and then at the lock with a
The group stepped into the room and Demona shut the door behind
them, without the light from the hallway the only source of
illumination was the moonlight streaming in from the four large
windows on the north wall.
“Stay over there just in case I don’t do this right,” the
scarlet haired gargoyle pointed to one side of the room as she
crossed over to the window furthest from where she had indicated
they should go.
Kendra paused in the middle of the room, staring at the
blue-skinned gargoyle, “I don’t want to be picking pieces of
molten glass off of you,” she growled. Angela paused and looked
back at the winged were-jaguar; despite the growl, the lavender
female could easily hear the sharp concern in Kendra’s voice.
“I don’t want you to either,” Demona gave the winged were-jaguar
a soft, gentle look that stunned her watching daughter. For
another second or so the two of them stared at one another, and
then the scarlet haired gargoyle tilted her head toward the
other side of the room. Kendra nodded and ushered the others on
in front of her, the stern look on her face enough to dissuade
even Brooklyn and Xanatos from arguing with her.
Angela watched in concern as her mother stood in front of the
window and raised her hands in front of, but not touching it.
Kendra’s comment had given her some idea of what Demona was
planning on doing and she was concerned about what could go
wrong, she didn’t want her mother to be hurt helping her rescue
the clan. Her mother’s expression became peaceful, calm, even
serene, and then the window began to melt from the center, a
rapidly widening hole forming as the glass rippled and thickened
at the edges. It took only perhaps half a minute before there
was an opening wide enough for them to exit. The lavender
female stared at the hole in the window, feeling a sense of
incredulity at what she had just seen her mother do.
Demona turned toward them, “Broadway if you would get Xanatos,
we should get going before they start searching every floor,”
she said keeping her voice down.
“Uh,” the teal colored male pulled his attention away from the
opening in the window. “Sure,” he turned toward the human male.
“This should be interesting,” Xanatos commented wryly, “I hadn’t
really planned on needing to escape with you.”
“Yes, and that’s something we will be discussing later along
with why you seem to be associated with their kidnappers,”
Demona commented staring at him, a hint of silky menace in her
tone. Xanatos stared back at her, his expression carefully
unrevealing. “In the mean time,” she turned away from him and
motioned toward the window, “we’ll meet at Nightstone to start
the search for Goliath. I’ll be a little behind you since I’ll
be sealing the window behind us.”
Angela watched as first Broadway carrying Xanatos and then
Brooklyn and Hudson stepped up to the hole in the window and
leapt out into the night air. The lavender female looked over
at her mother standing with Kendra Canmore; she didn’t want to
leave her mother alone. “Go on, I’m staying to guard Demona,”
the blue-eyed woman assured her, “I’ll make sure that no one
The lavender female’s eyes widened slightly at the serious way
Kendra stated the last, it sounded like a promise. “Alright,”
her eyes shifted to her mother, “I’ll see you at Nightstone.”
“I shouldn’t be long,” Demona assured her.
Angela stepped up to the window, glancing at the rippled and
thickened glass at the edges of the hole for a second before
leaping out into the air and spreading her wings. She dropped a
few feet before catching the air and began gliding down the
alleyway towards a street where she could see cars passing. It
took her a second to orient herself and then she realized why
Kendra had insisted on the north side of the building, it was
the side that was just one block away from the street and thus
least likely to have many guards on the outside without them
being noticed by passersby’s.
She knew she had told her mother she would go, but both
curiosity and instinct were telling her to stay. She exited the
alleyway and did a quick turn above the street before gliding
back into it and tried to duplicate the precision and grace of
the move she had seen her mother make earlier. She wasn’t
nearly as skilled; Angela expelled a soft grunt of air as she
used her arms and legs to keep from hitting the side of the
building. She could certainly do this better than any but
Lexington and her father, but she knew she hadn’t done it nearly
as well as her mother.
Angela quickly made her way across the side of the building
until she could just see the window that she had exited. Only
her keen eyesight allowed her to pick out the darker patch
against the concrete of the building next to the window. The
dark spot was Kendra with her wings slightly outstretched, but
where was her mother? She noticed the opening in the window was
getting smaller and harder to see which meant that her mother
must be…of course, Angela realized, Kendra must be covering her
mother with one of her wings to prevent her from being seen from
Kendra launched herself from the side of the building, her back
toward the ground. Angela watched amazed as the winged were
jaguar spiraled in a 180-degree turn as her wings gradually
extend the entire turn and then snapping open on a strong
downward beat as she leveled out. It was only then, as Kendra
came closer, that the lavender female saw her mother’s scarlet
hair against the midnight black fur. The winged were-jaguar
hadn’t been covering Demona with one of her wings she had been
holding her. Angela stared, Kendra wasn’t carrying her mother
in her arms. She was holding her pressed tightly against her
body, Demona’s back against the winged were-jaguar’s chest and
Kendra’s muscular arms wrapped around her mother’s chest and
waist. Both Kendra and Demona’s faces turned toward where she
was hanging on the side of the building as they passed her.
Angela leapt away from the building and followed as Kendra
continued to gain altitude and then let go of Demona who fell
only a few feet before unfurling her wings and soaring up to
glide beside the winged were-jaguar.
The two weren’t gliding that swiftly and it was only a few
seconds before Angela caught up to them. Her mother looked over
at her, “I thought you were headed with the others to
Nightstone,” she commented sounding uncomfortable and perhaps
“I wanted to make sure you both got out of there all right,”
Angela responded quietly, she still wasn’t certain what to think
of what she had seen or about how her mother had reacted to her
seeing it. She knew Xanatos and his wife thought her mother and
Kendra were lovers, and she had seen the human newspapers
claiming the same, but her father was so certain that it was not
possible. Between the look her mother had given Kendra earlier
and what she had just seen, Angela had to admit to herself that
she wasn’t quite so certain anymore. Right now however, was not
the time for her to wonder exactly how close her mother and
Kendra Canmore were; the Nightstone building was just ahead of
her and her father was still a captive.
“Now Xanatos what is going on, where is Goliath and what plan
were you speaking about?” Demona demanded as soon as they
landed, striding toward the human in his scarlet robe.
“Xanatos told us already,” Brooklyn stepped in front of the
scarlet haired gargoyle, forcing her to stop or run into him.
“We have to go stop him now,” he glared at her, “We don’t have
time for Xanatos to repeat himself just for you.”
Kendra lifted her lips, revealing white fangs and growled at him
threateningly, “Remember what I said last night about me having
little patience with your pity party?” Brooklyn stared at her,
his angry expression turning wary as he took in her stance and
the decidedly unfriendly way she was regarding him.
“Brooklyn,” Hudson rumbled disapprovingly.
Before the elder could say anything else, Angela stepped
forward, staring at the reddish male challengingly, “I want to
“They’ve got a mind control device on him,” Broadway said his
eyes shifting uneasily between the clan second and Angela.
“And they’ve sent him to kill Egon Pax,” Lexington added
frowning at Brooklyn. The beaked male stared at each of his two
rookery brothers looking betrayed.
“Egon Pax?” Demona repeated sounded confused.
“Lavtonia,” Kendra spoke up, “he managed to get the warring
sides to declare a cease fire. Something no one thought could
be done. He’s in town this week to speak to the United
“We do need to get moving,” Xanatos interrupted, “Goliath has
already been sent to intercept President Pax on his way back to
his hotel. We need to stop him before he does.”
Demona and Kendra shared a look, “Very well,” the scarlet haired
gargoyle replied, she gave Xanatos a narrow eyed look, “but you
will explain later who imprisoned them and what connection you
have with this group.” She didn’t give him or Brooklyn a chance
to say anything before turning and leaping off the Nightstone
building, Kendra following immediately behind her.
“She came because I asked her to come help me find you and the
others,” Angela hissed angrily at Brooklyn, “and you just had to
act like a jerk,” before following behind her mother completely
ignoring his surprised exclamation. She had to focus on the air
currents to catch up to the Demona and Kendra, right now she
didn’t care what the other clan members were doing, she felt
horribly embarrassed about how Brooklyn had acted toward her
mother after everything Demona had done to help her and the clan
“There,” Demona pointed toward the roof of a building in the
distance ahead of them. “I’m seeing something that’s big enough
to be a large gargoyle or a very large human. Since it’s the
only living thing of the right size in this area, I suspect its
Angela looked toward where Demona was pointing; the building was
too far away for her to discern anything just yet. She turned
her attention back to her mother, Angela didn’t know what spell
Demona was using to see living things, but it was obviously the
same one she had been using to find the clan and to keep an eye
out for the humans movements. Her mother seemed to have gained
several new spells lately.
“It is Goliath,” Kendra’s tone was relieved, “and it looks like
he’s watching the traffic on the street below so he probably
hasn’t gone after Pax yet.”
“We can’t let him get near this Egon Pax,” Demona said as they
approached the building, “It will be impossible to persuade
humans that gargoyles aren’t monsters if Goliath attacks and
kills him in front of everyone.” She pointed at the busy street
below that the mind controlled male was watching so intently.
“I have to question why they’re even using him,” Kendra
commented as they gained altitude so they could land on the roof
of the building, which was now right in front of them, “wouldn’t
it have been simpler just to hire an assassin if they only
wanted Pax killed? Whoever laid that trap wants more than just
this,” she said as she landed, leaving neither Demona nor Angela
any time to respond to her thought provoking comment.
“Goliath,” she called out commandingly to the large male near
the roof’s edge.
With a growl the large male whirled around, his eyes glowing
brightly white, “Must destroy Egon Pax,” the lavender male
growled, sounding as if he were talking to himself.
Angela wasn’t certain that her father was even seeing them,
“Father?” she called out taking a step toward him.
“Careful Angela,” Demona held an arm out blocking her way, “I’m
not certain he knows we are really here.”
“Angela?” Goliath sounded confused.
“Yes father I’m here,” she pressed against her mother’s arm and
reluctantly the scarlet haired gargoyle let her pass thought she
kept pace with her.
“No,” he howled, sounding tormented, “they can’t have taken you
as well. I will destroy Egon Pax!” he raged turning back to the
“No, you won’t, because I won’t let you,” Kendra said
“You cannot stop me!” Goliath whirled back around to face her,
“I will destroy him for killing my clan.”
“We aren’t dead,” Lexington came running forward, the rest of
the clan and Xanatos having arrived a few seconds ago. Broadway
and a limping Brooklyn followed him.
“Goliath we aren’t dead, we’re right here,” Broadway said
staring at his clan leader with a confused frown.
“Goliath, we’re fine,” Brooklyn added his reassurance to
The large lavender male gripped his head in both taloned hands,
groaning as if he were in pain, “No!” he growled, “you’re trying
to confuse me, Egon Pax must be destroyed!”
“Got anything yet on what’s controlling him?” Kendra asked,
glancing over at Demona.
“There is a small chip embedded into his neck, that appears to
be what they’re using to control his thoughts.” The scarlet
haired gargoyle pointed and Angela followed to where she was
indicating, finally seeing something small and rectangular on
her father’s neck.
“Can you destroy it?” Kendra asked.
“Not without getting nearer,” Demona replied, sounding
“Easy enough,” Kendra said and without any other notice leapt
forward ducking gracefully under Goliath’s punch and then
leaning to the side to avoid his follow up blow. The lavender
male whirled, fast for his size but Kendra was swifter, leaping
over his tail and then seizing him from behind in an
immobilizing hold, her arms wrapped around his and her hands
interlaced behind his neck in one quick move. Her wing hands
seized the larger male’s wings and pulled them back keeping him
from using them to buffet her. “Now would be good,” she
commented, her voice sounding slightly strained as she struggled
to hold him.
Demona darted in, reaching out and touching the chip, Goliath
groaned once and then whispered sounding confused, “Demona?”
“Yes, it’s Demona, Goliath,” she said as the chip came off and
she took a step back from him and held the device up between her
fingers examining it. “I think you can let him go now,” the
scarlet haired gargoyle remarked calmly.
The winged were-jaguar didn’t immediately release him, “You do
see that your clan is alive and well and standing here with us?”
“Yes, now let me go,” Goliath said sounding annoyed as he flexed
his arms and wings and discovered that he could not easily break
her hold on him. Kendra released him stepping back as she did
so, the lavender male turned around, an angry look on his face
and then he just stared, his jaw dropping slightly in his
astonishment. “Kendra Canmore?” he finally said, his disbelief
“Funny how everyone’s saying my name like that tonight,” the
winged were-jaguar commented to Demona, her blue eyes twinkling
in amusement, “you’d think they’ve never seen me before.”
Demona smirked, “They do seem to be rather surprised don’t
they,” she sounded smug. She held out the chip to Goliath,
“This is what they used to mind control you. The circuitry is
fused, it’s harmless now.” He held out his hand and she dropped
the chip into it, “There’s a symbol on it, but I don’t recognize
“The Illuminati,” growled Goliath, “I had thought they had
decided to leave us alone.”
“You’ve had dealings with them before then I take it,” Demona
commented glancing down at the symbol on the chip in her
“Yes,” he clenched his hand, destroying the chip. “What did I
do?” he asked hesitantly, his tone holding dread.
“Nothing,” Demona was actually the first to answer, “We got to
you before you had a chance to do anything.” To Angela’s
surprise, her mother’s voice held no superiority or gloating.
If anything, she actually sounded understanding, even
sympathetic. Of course thought Angela, perhaps that wasn’t
surprising considering what Kendra and Puck had said the other
night about the spells the Weird Sisters had placed on her
mother to control her.
“You did nothing and none of the humans even saw you up here,”
Demona crossed over to the edge of the building and looked down
at the street for a moment, she turned back to Goliath. “Which
is good, because an attack on Egon Pax would have destroyed all
the work you and PIT have done to persuade the general populace
of the city that you aren’t a threat, and given the Quarrymen
the ammunition they need to keep claiming we are monsters.” She
glanced over at Kendra, “You’re right, if all they wanted was
Egon Pax dead they hardly needed to set a trap for the clan and
use that chip on Goliath to make him their assassin, they could
have just hired a human one.”
“Like you did just two months ago,” Brooklyn said pointedly.
Demona only glanced over at him briefly, “Exactly,” before
turning back to the large lavender male, “so why did they go
through all the trouble?”
“Two thoughts come to my mind,” Kendra said, drawing everyone’s
attention to her as she walked over to stand beside Demona, “One
they wanted to test their chip on a gargoyle to see how well it
worked. You would make excellent soldiers or assassins if they
could be assured of their control over you. Two, they wanted to
destroy the progress the clan has made in getting humans to
accept them.” She shrugged, “It’s the why I can’t figure out on
the second possibility. Why would they care if people thought
you were a threat or not?”
“Hmm,” Goliath rumbled, “Either are disturbing possibilities.”
“If it’s the first, maybe they’ll assume the chip didn’t work
well once you got out of their direct control,” offered Kendra
“Perhaps,” he agreed, staring at the winged were-jaguar. His
eyes narrowed on her, “How do you appear this way?”
Kendra held up the medallion, “The spirit gave me this, it
allows me to transform into this form.”
Her father’s eyes widened and Angela knew he had just made the
same connection she and Hudson had made when they saw the
medallion. His eyes shifted thoughtfully between Kendra and
Demona, “Interesting,” he rumbled. He glanced around, taking in
Xanatos and Hudson’s presence before turning back to his
ex-mate, “What are you, Kendra and Xanatos doing here and where
is Elisa?” he asked frowning.
“Xanatos helped me escape,” Broadway explained, “and then we met
up with Angela, Demona and Kendra who had helped Lexington and
Angela took a step forward, lifting her chin slightly, “I asked
mother to help because Elisa and Matt are on duty tonight and
had to go to investigate a robbery.”
Goliath stared at his daughter for a moment before nodding; he
turned his attention back to Demona and Kendra, “Thank you for
helping them…,” he hesitated briefly, “and me.”
The scarlet haired gargoyle glanced over at her daughter,
“Angela was worried about you, I’m just glad that no one was
seriously injured,” her eyes passed over Brooklyn before
returning to Goliath. “I’d like more information about these
“I’d like more information about how you melted the glass in the
window, and opened and locked the doors, and were able to see
though walls and doors,” Brooklyn looked determined as he limped
forward, ignoring Angela’s glowering look at him, “I didn’t see
any spell book or hear you say anything,” he asked suspiciously.
“The spirit is teaching me a different way of using magic,”
Demona shrugged as if were of no particular import. Turning
back to Goliath she said, “Now, what are the Illuminati and if
he is a member, why are you trusting him to keep the clan safe
during the day instead of turning you over to them,” she pointed
a taloned finger at Xanatos.