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My Big Fat Gargoyle Wedding	By : MelissaMaxwell Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 7467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Demona thought the spell seemed simple at first. Take an egg, hard boil it in virgin's blood, say the incantation and let it cool by the light of a full moon. The egg was ridiculously easy to get. All she, rather, Dominique Destine, had to do was enter a grocery store, cough up a dollar and walk back out with a carton containing a dozen eggs. The full moon was once a month, certain as sunrise and sunset. Virgin's blood was another matter. Virgins were such a rarity in this day and age. Getting the virgin to part with enough blood to boil an egg was even trickier.
She had thought of breaking into a blood bank, but quickly dismissed that idea. Donors only had to be free of disease, not necessarily virgins. Besides, the magic would be more potent if drawn with a silver knife while saying the right incantation. She quickly dismissed the idea of attacking a priest. She knew that humans often took vows lightly. As far back as she could remember, priests, monks and friars were often getting themselves in some picadillo with a milkmaid, nun, parishioner or even altar boy. Disgusting humans. Using their own children as sexual playthings. Nuns were similarly dismissed. Many were aging prostitutes who played the role of the repentant Magdalene in return for free room and board. The younger ones would all too soon fall prey to a sweet talking priest, doctor or even a plumber come to fix the church's toilets.
The spell intimated that it made little difference whether the blood was human or gargoyle, so long as it was a sapient being. Demona herself was far from being a virgin. The clones most certainly would be virgins. Who would have sex with them? Oh, right, Thailog. Well, even if the others were virgins, there was no way she could show either of her faces in the Labyrinth. From what she gathered via magic mirror (she shuddered at the memory of some of the visions) the only virgin gargoyles in the Manhattan clan were Tachi and Nashville. The idea of harming a hatchling turned Demona's stomach.
However, as horrible as it would be to hurt a hatchling, she had no qualms over harming a human child. Nits made lice after all. It wasn't as though humans cared for their children. She had seen many a spindly urchin prowling the back allies with no adults in sight. That was humans. Whether it was a pet or their own child, as soon as it became more work and less amusement, it was tossed away without a second thought. With the way humans would even take out their perverted lusts on children, there was no guarantee even there of virgin's blood, but it was her best bet.
They were quick, slippery little things. With ear splitting shrieks. Adults screaming in pain was music to Demona, but a high pitched shriek of a child made her want to jam sticks in her ears. She first came across a body bind spell some 20 months ago and decided to use it. The subject, a 15 year old runaway she saw jump off a freight train, might not be a virgin. Once these rutting animals hit puberty, getting laid was all they thought about. Still, there was something about his air of guilessness that made Demona think he might be innocent. He was, after all, stupid enough to approach her when anyone else would run for their life. Probably too stupid to know how to seduce a female as well. Unfortunately, she would never know. Angela interrupted her ritual, standing between the boy and Demona's knife. Demona couldn't harm Angela. She was her reason for doing half the things she did. Oh well, this city didn't lack for young victims. She told Angela she could have this human's life if it pleased her, but warned her she couldn't protect them all.
And Demona was right. No one came to rescue the ragged gamine she found picking through the garbage. No one would miss her. Demona snapped her neck to silence her screams. Demona told herself she was putting the brat out of her misery. She had worried that maybe even one this young had whored herself out, else had been taken by force. Luckily, she had been a virgin and the spell was a success.
Now, all she needed was her daughter. Demona checked her magic mirror. Angela was blushing and giggling over an erotically shaped cake Elisa was showing her. It looked like they were preparing for some sort of party. She gritted her teeth to see her daughter exchanging pleasantries with Elisa Maza. The old princess was standing by. She lifted her head as if she heard something over the din of the party and went to investigate. Demona cared nothing for the princess. She just knew that tonight, she would not be able to get Angela alone. Maybe tomorrow. Surely she would be left alone to dress in that white daymare of a gown humans seemed so fond of. She hoped she could get her before Angela made the mistake of promising herself forever to that bloated oaf.
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"I thank you again for inviting me to this entertainment." said Arthur. "May I ask who the master of Castle Stonewall is?"
"Uh, Stonewall isn't exactly a castle." said Lexington. "The owner's name is Kurt."
"Is he a baron or a duke?" asked Arthur.
Before Lexington or Staghart could explain, they heard Tom scream "You ravishing wolf! I'll make your balls into a pudding!" Katherine and Michelle could be heard shouting for him to stop. Griff ran into the room, his black leather garment only half on, exposing his torso. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it.
"Evening, Your Majesty!" he said, giving a careless wave to the king as Tom banged on the door, demanding entry. "Staghart, I regret I may be unable to attend the party you and Lex are planning." Suddenly, a sword blade cut through the wood. "Er, you're probably wondering what that's all about." He gave a nervous laugh. With a few more whacks of his sword, Tom had created a hole big enough to glare at Griff through.
"Heeeeeeere's Tommy!" Staghart quipped.
"Villain!" screamed Tom, smashing through the remains of the door as Katherine tried to hold him back. "Debauched scoundrel!" He waved his sword above his head, the door reduced to splinters.
"Tom, do be sensible!" pleaded Katherine.
Michelle entered, wearing a bed sheet as a makeshift gown. "Guardian, don't hurt him!" she begged.
"Now, now, Tom!" said Griff, baking away from him. "I'm sure we can discuss this like..." The tip of Tom's sword was at Griff's throat. "Gentlemen." he squeaked.
Arthur drew Excalibur and parried Tom's sword away. "I advise you to sheathe your sword, sirrah." he said.
"Looks like Griff should've followed that advice." Lex whispered to a giggling Staghart.
"And I advise you, Your Majesty," said Tom. "To better control your knight! That rakehell seduced one of my eggs!"
"I'm not an egg anymore!" Michelle protested.
"Sir Griff took no vows of chastity when he entered my service." said Arthur. "Has Michelle? Is she promised to anyone?" Seducing a woman who was married, betrothed or under vows of chastity was as bad as breaking a vow oneself.
"I have not." Michelle plainly stated. "And am not."
Arthur shrugged and sheathed Excalibur. "Well, there you go." he said. "Whoever Sir Griff beds is his own affair, if you'll pardon the pun." He looked over at Griff. "Do put your raiment in some decent order, Sir Griff. We've been invited to appear at a celebration at Castle Stonewall."
Griff puled the sleeves of his garment over his arms. "Have you told him it's not a castle?" He asked Staghart as he did up the metal snaps.
"I think it will be more fun for him to figure it out." said Staghart with a smile. He was still smiling as he watched Griff walk away. Katherine led Michelle away to get properly dressed. Lex poked Staghart in the side. "What?"
"You were looking at him!" he accused.
"No more than you were." Staghart countered.
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"Alright, young lady!" Tom said to Michelle. "You go put on a proper dress this minute!"
"I wouldn't have to throw on a bed sheet." said Michelle. "If you hadn't tried to murder Griff!"
"He molested you!"
"You can't rape the willing, Guardian." Michelle said, folding her arms.
"Tom, give me the sword." Katherine cajoled. Tom begrudgingly gave her the blade. "You'll get it back when I think you've calmed down."
Tom took a deep breath, determined not to speak in anger. "Michelle, listen to me." he said. "You know nothing of the world outside Avalon. This Griff, knight or not, is a complete stranger to us."
"I know as much about the outside world as Angela did when she left." said Michelle. "And she's taking someone we don't know as a mate."
"That's different." said Tom. "I know Broadway from when I was a lad. I know he'll take very good care of her."
"Pelagia was a stranger to us too." Michelle pointed out. "And you don't have any problem with Noah taking her as a mate."
"That's completely different!" said Tom.
"How?" Michelle challenged.
"Because Noah's a boy!" Tom snapped. Katherine and Michelle glared at him wordlessly, making Tom realize he had just said something very stupid.
"I'm going to get dressed." Michelle growled coldly, turning and stalking back to the room she and Griff had been caught together in. Katherine followed her.
"Michelle...." began Katherine, leaning the sword against a vanity.
"I'm old enough to dress myself, Katherine!" Michelle snapped, tossing aside the sheet, revealing she was indeed naked. "And I'm old enough to make up my own mind!" There was a sob in her voice as she searched for the dress she had carelessly scattered earlier.
"Of course you are, dear." said Katherine as she made the bed. "But, look at it from Tom's point of view. He's losing one daughter already. He's not ready to lose another." Michelle silently pulled her dress on. "This, Griff, are his intentions honorable?"
"Griff is very honorable!" snapped Michelle, wiping her eyes. She began tying the laces on her bodice. "His sweet and kind and loyal and brave and...."
"And you love him." said Katherine, putting a hand on her shoulder. Michelle embraced Katherine and openly wept on her shoulder. "There now, child." Katherine hugged and patted her adopted daughter on the back. "Don't worry about a thing. I won't let Tom harm him. I promise."
"He has a duty to King Arthur." gasped Michelle. "I-I can't make him chose between me and his liege lord. I've read enough about knights to know that isn't done."
"No," said Katherine. "But you can be his lady love. Here, sit down." She had Michelle sit on a stool before the vanity. "Let me fix your hair." Katherine took up a brush and smoothed out the ash blonde tresses. "Where is your ribbon? Ah, there it is!" Katherine picked a blue ribbon up off the floor. She laid it on the vanity and styled Michelle's hair. "Lady Michelle has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" Katherine asked. "Everything he does will be in your name! You'll have to give him a token, of course, so that the memory of you will give him the courage to do great things."
"Griff has plenty of his own courage." said Michelle."He only ran from Tom rather than fight because he knew I didn't want my Guardian hurt either."
"I know, dear, you love them both." Katherine said as she braided up Michelle's hair. "But, you're no longer a girl. You're a young lady and it's only natural that you want a young man to share your life with."
Michelle smiled. "Or another young lady, like Yuri and Shinju."
Katherine frowned. "Yes, well, you obviously prefer men. Hold that." She gave Michelle one finished braid and started on the other half. "One day, my dear, Griff's quest will come to an end and he will come to Avalon and marry you. Perhaps he'll live with us, perhaps he'll whisk you off to some even better land. Good things always happen to girls who marry knights."
"Not always." said Michelle. "In the tales, Happily Ever After is only guaranteed with a prince. If the heroine marries a knight, the knight turns out to be a Bluebeard or his mother's an ogre, literally. Or else her stepmother is wicked or she asks a question she was told not to ask. Or she has to match wits with the Queen of Faeries to get her knight to begin with. And if one of them's already promised to someone, it always ends in disaster. In the tales, if a girl wants Happily Ever After with a knight, she has to be very clever and resourceful."
"Then it's good that you are clever and resourceful!" said Katherine, tying up the ribbon. "I hardly think Griff's a Bluebeard and I understand that all the gargoyles who could be his mother are either dead or quite elderly. Neither of you are promised to anyone else and you have a foster mother who is only the nicest, sweetest person in the whole world."
Michelle giggled. "You have a high opinion of yourself." she said. "Good thing it's warranted."
"Don't worry about Tom, dear." said Katherine. "I'll keep the sword away from him for now and remind him to keep a civil tongue besides."
"Just don't let him near any poisoned scissors." Michelle said with a smile.
"Pardon?"
"From Tale of the Green Knight." Michelle explained. "It was in one of the books in the library."
Katherine kissed Michelle on the cheek. "Come along. Your sister is having a celebration for her nuptials tomorrow."
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"What's wrong, Elisa?" asked Angela as she laid out some paper plates.
"I don't know." she sighed. "I keep having this feeling I'm being watched." She tried to ignore that feeling by straightening some floral centerpieces.
"Xanatos has security cameras hidden everywhere." Angela smiled as she opened a bad of plastic forks. "I can hardly wait for tomorrow! Me and Broadway, all my friends and family. You know, my sisters used to tease me about being so particular about choosing a mate. They said I was putting it off so I could play with unicorns longer."
"Well, that's not unusual." Elisa said as she arranged some hibiscus blossoms. "Lots of young girls like to...play with...." She started to realize what she was saying. "Unicorns? We're not talking 'My Little Pony', are we?"
Angela giggled and shook her head. "There's a big herd of them on Avalon." she said. "They're pretty friendly, but they only allow virgins to touch them." She sighed. "Ah, well, that ship has sailed. Broadway and I are thinking of taking a trip to Avalon after the wedding. Staghart and Lexington are welcome to join us."
"Angela," said Elisa. "You remember the rule, right? Avalon doesn't take you where you want to go, it takes you where you need to be."
"We'll probably be using Titania's Mirror." said Angela.
"Well, speaking of honeymoons," said Elisa, picking up a gift box from under the table. "I got you a present. It's mainly for you, but I think Broadway will like it too." She gave Angela the box. "Go ahead and open it."
"Oh, thank you!" said Angela, opening the present. It was a filmy pink negligee. "Oh, Elisa, it's beautiful!" She held it against herself for size comparison. "But, it's practically see through. "
"That's the general idea!" Elisa said with a smirk.
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Puck held Alex's hand and led him to the parlor where Arthur was looking at himself in a mirror. Xanatos had leant him a suit and tie, telling him that even with his usual overcoat, his armor would be inappropriate. "Watch and learn, Little Alex!" he said. He approached Arthur. "A good evening to you, Your Majesty!" Puck said with a bow.
Arthur turned to see a small man with pointed ears and white hair bowing to him. "Ah, one of the Fair Folk, I presume." he said. "Will you be attending the festivities at Castle Stonewall?"
"Alas, no, Sire." said Puck. "I have duties to perform here."
"Duties?" asked King Arthur. "I was not aware Xanatos was able to have a Fair Folk under his control."
"Mmm...I wouldn't say 'control'." said Puck. "None but King Oberon can really control the Puck. I like working for Xanatos. He's fun! But, tonight, I want to do a little something for you."
"Thank you, Puck." said Arthur. "But, I wish for nothing I cannot get myself." Arthur knew that wishes from the Fae came with a price. He wasn't quite sure if even finding Merlin was worth what this elf would want, if he was even capable of that.
"Spoken like a true, noble king!" laughed Puck. "But what I will give you is a gift of understanding, much like Merlin gave to you."
"What is there to understand?" asked Arthur.
"Well, remember how Merlie used to turn you into birds and fish and ants and so forth to get a better understanding of things?"
"Yes," said Arthur, wondering how Puck knew this. "He even turned me into a peasant once when he thought I was losing touch with the people."
Puck smiled and began to chant. "Arthur Pendragon, for this night you'll stay/ As a man who spends every hour gay!"
Arthur smiled. "Thank you kindly, Fair One, but I am already quite happy." He turned to see his reflection and gave an unkingly scream. He was wearing black leather knee high boots decorated with silver studs and chains. His pants were skin tight black leather with a silver studded belt. The buckle was decorated with two sigils of Mars joined together. He was wearing a black leather vest with no shirt and a studded choker. He had a silver earring in his right ear and a black leather biker's cap was on his head. "What did you do to the suit?" he asked.
"Too much?" asked Puck. "I'll change it back."
"Do it right away, cutie!" Arthur's hand went over his mouth. Did he just call another male a "cutie"?
"You ready, Arthur?" asked Griff on walking in. Arthur felt himself flush at the sound of Griff's voice. "Well, look at you!" laughed Griff. "Nice threads." Arthur's head felt like it was spinning in a daze. "Look at us, we match!" Arthur felt like he could just melt when Griff put an arm around him as they looked in the mirror. "The birds love a man in leather. I know Michelle does!" Arthur had a sudden urge to find Michelle and scratch her eyes out. "No gliding tonight, Your Majesty. Xanatos has a stretch limo waiting for us." Arthur was crestfallen at the idea of not being able to recline in Griff's strong arms. "Coming, Your Majesty?"
"I-I'll be along shortly, Sir Griff." As soon as Griff was gone, Arthur's hands were on Puck's throat. "You said I'd be gay! I am not happy!"
"Hold on, hold on!" gagged Puck, squirming out of Arthur's grasp. "Words change over the years, you know! I made you a gay man for this one night so you'd understand what they go through."
Arthur thought back to the Puck's words. "You did say 'night' as in 'until sunrise', right? Not 'knight' as in...." He motioned towards where Griff had just exited, his knees going weak at the thought of him. He hadn't felt this way since Guenevere. Why had he ever been attracted to that empty headed bitch anyway?
"I just changed your orientation for the evening." said Puck. "I didn't specify who you'd be attracted too. By the by," Puck grinned broadly. "Do you really think I'm cute?" He batted his eyes playfully.
"Go to Hell." said Arthur.
"Mmm...been there, done that, bought a t-shirt"
"Then just go away!"
"As you wish!" Puck vanished into thin air, leaving behind nothing but his laughter.
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