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My Big Fat Gargoyle Wedding	By : MelissaMaxwell Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 7467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles. Gargoyles belongs to Greg Weisman and Disney. I make no money from this story.

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Brian would never forget his first encounter with the Purple Bitch. It had been 20 months ago. Brian and his father had finally convinced his mother to let him join the Quarrymen. She finally relented and said Brian could join if he kept up with his homework. While Mr. C had no problems with a teenager sitting in on meetings, he had been at first hesitant to allow Brian to join them on their hunts. Brian's father said "John, I've been taking my boy out to the country to hunt whitetails since he was 12. This ain't no different." Brian had been overjoyed when Mr. C gave him a hood and hammer just like his father's.
They had managed to find four of them. They were fiercer and uglier than Brian had expected, but he wasn't going to back down. He was going to show his father that he was every bit as strong and tough as he was. He tried going after the biggest one of the bunch, a blue-green behemoth, only to get socked in the jaw by the Purple Bitch before he could bring his hammer down. Brian turned and came after her with his hammer, only for her to deftly dodge him.
"Come fight me, little man!" she taunted, darting into an alley. Brian followed. The alley was dark and narrow, but he could see two fiery red eyes glowing in the darkness. Too late, Brian realized the walls of the alley were too narrow for him to swing his hammer forcefully enough. The Purple Bitch got the drop on him, tackling him. A razor taloned hand was coming at his face. Brian screamed, sure he was done for. To his surprise, she only pulled off his mask.
"You're a child!" she said, her features twisted in disgust. She got off him and picked him up. She seemed stronger than even his father. Next thing he knew, the monster had him bent over her knee. Then, to his shock, she started to spank him. "/This/ is /what/ you /get/ for /mess/ing /with/ the /Quarrymen/!" she said, punctuating each stinging blow. She tossed him aside and added "Go home to your mother!" She started scaling one of the walls.
"Come back and fight you fucking bitch!" Brian screamed at her.
"Ah, ah, ah!" she paused in her climbing to wave a finger at Brian. "Don't make me wash your mouth out with soap!" She disappeared into the night. In retrospect, Brian had been a little surprised to learn that the monsters could talk. Many new Quarrymen were surprised to learn this after their first battle with the monsters.
"That they can talk means nothing." Mr. C would say. "It only means that evil has a voice that must be silenced." Brian whole-heartedly agreed. And when he found that Purple Bitch, he was going to silence her for good.

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"I've been teaching Claw some sign language." said Maggie as she, Angela and the children made their way through the tunnels. "He's caught on rather quickly."
"I think he's a little smarter than people give him credit for." said Angela.
"We've been trying to come up with signs for people we know." said Maggie. "For you, we use the sign for 'angel'. Eri-um-Artemesia, would you hold Lili for me, please?" Artemesia held Maggie's baby for her. "It looks like this." Maggie touched her own shoulders and made a fluttering move with her hands.
"Well, there's another name I'll answer to." laughed Angela.
"The name for you is 'monster'!" a man's voice growled. They turned to see six armed Quarrymen emerged from the shadows. Benny immediately curled into a ball.
"I'm the only gargoyle here!" Angela said, stepping forward. "I'm the one you want!"
"Angela!" gasped Maggie.
"Maggie, just the kids out of here!" urged Angela.
"What did you do to those children?" demanded a stocky female Quarryman.
"She didn't do nothin' to us!" snapped Artemesia. "It was a mad scientist an' he was human!"
"Erin, we need to go!" Maggie said pulling on her arm.
"You...you have to turn innocent children into monsters?" the female Quarryman was quaking with rage.
"I could accuse you of the same." said Angela.
"MONSTER!" screamed the stocky Quarryman, rushing at Angela with her hammer.
"Go get her, Sister!" urged the other female in the group. Angela dodged the attack and fled down one tunnel as Maggie and the children fled down another, rolling Benny like a giant soccer ball.
"Lady, Silver, you come with me! The rest, go aid Sister." Castaway led the way down the tunnel Maggie and the children had escaped down. Suddenly, Silver fell face down on the ground.
"Ow!" Silver cried out as he rubbed his "injured" knee.
"Clumsy oaf!" yelled Lady. "Get up before those monsters get away!"
"I can't." moaned Silver. "Hurts too much."
"We'll have to go without him!" said Leader, taking Lady's arm. They ran around the corner they had seen their prey go down, and were immediately knocked back by 500 volts of electric energy. Maxwell watched in amazement as Castaway and his betrothed flew through the air screaming as the air crackled with the heat of ozone. The two slammed against a concrete wall and fell to the floor unconscious. Maxwell decided it would be a good idea to play possum for awhile.
"I hate doing that." muttered Maggie, taking Lili back from Artemesia.
"Maggie!" said Artemesia. "We have to go back for Angela!"
"She'd want me to make sure you're all safe first." said Maggie. "We'll get help." She shouldered her baby and led the children away. "Until then, I'm sure Angela can handle herself." /I hope./ Maggie mentally added.

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/Poor, deluded fool./ Angela thought as she raced down a tunnel leading to a disused subway system. /I don't want to hurt her, but she may leave me with no choice./ She could hear the female Quarryman huffing and puffing as she pursued. No warrior, this one. Angela hoped she could take her down without hurting her too badly. She had tried to stay in the tunnels with this one, where the narrow walls would make swinging a hammer difficult, but this one just kept charging like an enraged rhino. The subway system had a wider fighting range, but also had places to hide. Maybe this Quarryman would tire of looking for her and give up.
Angela ducked into an abandoned subway car and closed the door. She ducked down between the seats and peeped out the window so she could see without being seen. The stocky Quarryman came out of the tunnel, hammer ready and looking about wildly. She was heaving with exhaustion and after looking around fruitlessly, limped over to a bench and sat down, panting from exertion. As for Angela, she had barely broken a sweat. She was tense from adrenaline rushing through her, but she was more alert than tired. /This human is out of shape./ Angela observed. Two more Quarrymen joined her. One had a hammer, the other had a laser gun. /I might have to worry about those other two, though./
Angela wished she could hear what they were saying from this distance. From what it looked like, the stocky female was left to rest on the bench while the one with the gun went one way and the one with the hammer went the other. /Alright, Angela,/ she told herself. /Stay calm and think. There's three of them. The female might catch her second wind any moment. Two have hammers, one has a laser gun. I have my own talons and..../ She smiled as she remembered the "weapon" she acquired earlier that night. She'd have to get out in the open to use it properly.
Still keeping crouched down, Angela made her way to the other door. No sooner had she opened it than a red beam of energy shot into her left shoulder, causing her to cry out at the burning pain. "I have you now, Succubus!" Angela recognized the voice. It was that Bible quoter she crossed paths with in Ishimura. He grabbed her by the top as he pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her. "Oh, what a treasure you are." he sighed. Angela thought she was going to be sick when she heard him inhaling the scent of her hair. Her nausea turned to rage when his fingers started to steal over the laces on her top. She slapped at him with her tail, knocking him down. He still had a grip on her top though, and managed to break the laces keeping her bodice together.
"Not again!" Angela groaned as her breasts were bared. She turned and ran out the door, hearing shots being fired at her.
"You're going down, bitch!" Angela recognized that voice too.
"Get a load of these, Junior!" she said, tossing aside the remnants of her top and exposing her breasts to him. "It's as close as you'll ever get!"
"Whoa!" the teenaged Quarryman stood there, stupefied by the sight.
"Get away from him, you beast!" the stocky female had indeed got her second wind and was coming at Angela with her hammer. The one with the gun was fast approaching too. Angela ran, the other three chasing.
Angela came out to an open space where a service ladder led up to a manhole. Perfect. She stopped and let the three Quarrymen come closer. "Let's see," said Angela. "There's three of you and only one of me. Oh! What's a girl to do?" She reached into her belt pouch and took out the stink bombs she had confiscated from Castor and threw them to the ground.
As the air filled with a thick cloud of noxious yellow gas, the three humans fell to the ground gagging at the stench while Angela deftly climbed up the ladder. She shimmied out of the manhole and replaced the cover. A Volkswagon Beetle was parked close by. With a few nudges, Angela was able to roll it so that it had one tire parked over the manhole, closing off the escape route.
The street was deserted. A burning sensation on Angela's arm got her attention. Her left bicep was covered in red, bubbly flesh, the edges of the burn blanching. Angela hissed in pain. /Alright,/ Angela assessed the situation. /I've got a second degree burn on my arm and I've lost my top- again./ That irked her more than the laser burn. /I've incapacitated three out of six Quarrymen. I hope Maggie was able to get the kids somewhere safe./ Angela could hear the sound of children playing. This late at night, only gargoyle children would be playing. She must be very close to Central Park.

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Broadway smiled as he pushed a hatchling named Branwen on the swings. "Higher! Higher!" she kept insisting. Broadway chuckled and obliged. He wondered if someday he'd do this for a hatchling he and Angela might have someday. "Watch this!" yelled Branwen. As soon as the swing reached its apex, Branwen jumped out of the swing, spread her wings and did three somersaults in midair before landing, raising her arms like she had seen gymnasts on TV do.
Broadway clapped for her. He looked up when he heard Maggie call his name. He turned to see her running to him, Lili in her arms. Erin was running along side her, rolling Benny. This didn't look good. "Broadway!" yelled Maggie, a look of panic on her face. "There were Quarrymen in the Labyrinth. I managed to shock a couple of them, but...."
"Angela!" Broadway interrupted. "Where's Angela?"
"She lured them away." said Maggie. Broadway turned and ran. He knew there was a manhole nearby that led to the Labyrinth. If only he could get to Angela before the Quarrymen did.
"Broadway!" Broadway sighed with relief when he heard Angela's voice.
"Angela!" he called out. "Where are you?"
"I'm here!" she peeked from behind the bushes and waved.
Broadway smiled. "Well, come out here! Maggie told me about the Quarrymen. Are you alright?"
"I-I don't have a top on." she said.
A simian gargoyle landed near Broadway. "Gonna take me all night to get that bloody tune out of my head!" he complained.
"Who are you?" asked Broadway.
"Pollux is the name." he said with a mock bow. "At yer service, guv'nor."
"Fine, Pollux." said Broadway. "I need your vest."
Pollux gave an offended stare. "You need my /what/?"
Staghart was running up to them. "What's the trouble, Broadway?" he asked.
"This wanker says he wants my vest!" said Pollux. "I knew some Yanks did perverted things in Central Park, but...."
Staghart laughed. "He wants your waistcoat, mate!"
"Oh." said Pollux. "Why didn't he say so?"
"In England," Staghart explained to Broadway. "A vest is an undershirt. He thought you were asking for his underwear!"
"What's he want with my waistcoat?" asked Pollux.
"Angela's lost her top." said Broadway.
"Oh? Where is she?" Pollux asked, looking about wildly.
Broadway grabbed his arms. "You are not going to try to see my mate topless." he told him. "You are going to be a gentleman and offer her something to cover up with. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal." said Pollux, taking off his vest. "Hope she doesn't mind the Iron Maiden button."
20 months ago....
Angela took to the skies, shaking her head in disgust. The Quarrymen were sending children to fight? They had really sunk to a new low. She was about to circle back and see how the boys were faring when she heard a scream close by. A scream. In the air? She turned to see a familiar silhouette carrying a struggling human. /Mother, what are you up to this time?/ Angela wondered as she banked towards Demona.
When Angela caught up with Demona, she was on the roof of a building with a thrashing, hysterical young man who was pleading for his life. Demona ignored his pleas and intoned "Tamen corpus in." The boy suddenly became rigidly still. Demona then took a silver dish and a dagger from her pouch. To Angela's horror, Demona held the dagger over the boy's heart and started again to chant in Latin. "Sanguine humano hoc...."
"No! Don't do it!" Angela yelled, swooping down and grabbing her mother's hand.
"Angela." Demona said coldly. "I will thank you to unhand me immediately."
"I won't let you hurt him!" Angela declared.
"If you knew why I do this...."
"I don't care why you do it!" Angela knew her eyes must be glowing red, but she didn't care. She wasn't going to let Demona butcher an innocent human. She put herself between Demona and the boy and released Demona's arm. "If you want him, /mother/," she practically spat the title. "You'll have to kill me first. I don't think you're that evil."
Demona raised her hand and for a moment, Angela wondered if she had tempted fate. But, Demona lowered her hand. Angela was right. She simply couldn't bring herself to harm her daughter. Then, an odd smile came over Demona's face. "Very well, daughter." she said saccharinely. "If it pleases you, you may take this human wherever you like. The body bind spell should wear off in an hour."
"Thank you for seeing reason, mother." said Angela, taking the petrified human into her arms.
"But know this, my child!" Demona called after her. "You can't protect all of them!"
Angela closed her eyes to the sting of Demona's words. "I can protect this one!" she retorted, just before diving off the roof. She carried the boy to the nearest opening to the Labyrinth. She ducked into the safety of the cement walls and looked at the young man. His face was a mask of terror. Though he was incapable of moving, tears were welling in his eyes and flowing over his cheeks. "Sh...it's alright, you're safe now." Angela crooned, wiping the tears away. "The spell should wear off in less than an hour. I'm taking you somewhere safe until then. My name is Angela. I'm here to help." She hugged the boy and wondered what the world was coming to. First, the Quarrymen send children to fight her, then her mother tries to sacrifice one. She didn't know why Demona wanted his blood, but it couldn't be for anything good.
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