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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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            Brooklyn looked through the photos on his gPhone. There was one in particular he wanted a second look at. As soon as he saw it, though, panic started to rise in him. "Katana!" he called to his mate. "Katana, remember that photo I showed you of the wedding? Well, something's gone wrong."
            Katana looked at what was a wedding portrait of Angela, Broadway, Staghart and Lexington. The colors were paling. In fact, the figures were becoming translucent so that the backdrop behind them could be seen. "They're...fading." she said. "Like in that movie we watched, Back to the Future."
            "This...this can't be good." said Brooklyn.
            "But, Brook-Chan, you said the future can't be changed like that." said Katana. "You said you found out in the future that they do get married. You met their descendants."
            "I don't know what's going on, Kata-Chan." sighed Brooklyn. "But we better be prepared for the unexpected."
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            Hudson heard sniffling coming from the rose garden. He saw Ayala sitting on a bench, dabbing at her eyes with her handkerchief. "What's the matter, Ayala?" he asked, sitting next to her."
            She immediately wiped her eyes. "Ah, nothing, nothing. I just came here to get a rose for Staghart's lapel, and, oh, those blasted thorns!"
            Hudson drew his sword and swiped at one of the stems. He caught the blossom and presented it to Ayala. "Ya were nae weepin' over some thorns, were ya, lass?"
            She smiled as she sniffed the rose. "I'm a bit old to be called lass." she said.
            Ach, yer only as old as ya feel." he told her. "Sides, I'm a good 20 years older than you. Iffen ya don't count the thousand years I spent asleep." They both laughed.
            Ayala sighed. "Oh, it's just, seeing Staghart all dressed up, ready to take a mate and leaving the clan on top of it all." She twirled the rose in her fingers. "He's the first of my children to be officially mated. These little hatchlings grow up so fast, don't they?"
            "Aye." said Hudson, putting his arms around her. "You must remember, Ayala, our children must grow up and have their own lives, and we must have ours." She returned his embrace as he stroked the velvety hair on the back of her neck.
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            "Amp, something's come up!" Lex said, opening the door. Violet and Arline immediately stood up and spread their wings, blocking Lex and Staghart from each other's view.
            "Sorry, Lex." said Coco. "It's bad luck to see the bride, er, groom, whatever, before the wedding."
            "This is important!" said Lex. "I have to tell him now!"
            "Lexington, dear." Una put her hands on Lex's shoulders. "I know you really want to see Staghart, but you'll just have to exercise patience."
            "Oh, I don't like exercise!" said Patience. "It makes me tired." Una gave a long suffering sigh.
            Staghart tried to peek over his sisters' wings. "What is it, Lex?" he asked.
            "It's Angela." said Lex. "We think Demona's took off with her."
            "Who's Demona?" asked Coco.
            "Imagine Una with a permanent case of PMS." said Staghart. His sisters shuddered. Una crossed her arms and glowered.
            "She's Goliath's former mate." said Lex. "And Angela's biological mother."
            "Well, why wasn't she invited?" asked Patience. "Even if she and Goliath don't get on anymore, she's still the mother of the bride."
            "You don't understand!" yelled Lex. "Angela's mother is a homicidal maniac!"
            "Do you think she's cross that we didn't invite her?" mused Patience.
            "Well, this is just great!" Staghart said as he paced frantically behind the curtain of his sisters' wings. "Mutates and clones are getting seduced left and right, my brothers and Angela's were arrested for vandalism, a pack of beasts devoured the food, and now the bride's been nicked by her own mum! What else can go wrong?"
            "I could whip up an emergency scrying spell." said Una. "To help us find her. I'll need a bowl of water so hot it's steaming, four candles and three things of hers. One that was a part of her body, one she carried on her person, and something bearing her image."
            "I'll help." Staghart tried to walk around Arline, only to be blocked by a large golden wing. "Arline, this is more important than some silly superstition!" He pushed her wing aside and stepped out where Lex could see him.
            "This is bad luck!" said Patience.
            "Bad luck has already happened." said Una.
            Lex smiled at Staghart. "You...you do look really nice." he said.
            "Same to you." Staghart said with a smile. "That skirt looks cute on you."
            "It's a kilt!" Lex snapped. "Now, come on, we need to tell everyone else what's going on." He took his hand and led him away. "By the way, why do you smell like a baby?" Before Staghart could say anything, they ran into Broadway in the hall.
            "Broadway," said Staghart. "Lex just told me. I'm so sorry!"
            "Save the sorries!" said Broadway. "We have to find her!"
            "Una said she could do a scrying spell." said Lex. "We need a bowl of steaming water, four candles, something from Angela's body, something she carried on her person and something bearing her image."
            "It's the Rule of Three." Una said, approaching them. "The thing from her body could be a drop of blood, a shard of stone skin or a lock of hair. The thing she carried could be an article of clothing or bit of jewelry she often wore. The image could be a photo, a painting, a doll, anything meant to look like her. I'll get the dish of water heated." She hurried off to the kitchen.
            "I'll ask Pavel for the hairbrush he used." said Broadway.
            "I'll ask Fox where she put her clothes when she changed." said Staghart.
            "I'll get the photo album." said Lex.
            They heard a high pitched scream followed by a giggle coming from a nearby guest room. "That sounds like Ayala." said Staghart. "I thought she was in the garden." He opened the door to reveal Ayala and Hudson in bed together, writhing naked between the sheets. "Ayala!" he cried out.
            "Staghart!" gasped Ayala, pulling the sheet over her.
            "Hudson?" asked Lexington, not believing what he was seeing.
            "Lexington!" Hudson gasped out in shock.
            Broadway stepped in to see what all the yelling was about. "Hudson?"
            "Broadway!" It was one of the rare times in his long life that Hudson felt at a loss of what to do.
            "Well, now that we're sure what everyone's name is...." said Ayala. She gave an embarrassed smile. "Staghart, darling, Hudson was kind enough to help me get that rose for you." She held up a rose that was lying on the nightstand. "Er, what's Lexington doing with you? Don't you know that's bad luck?"
            "Bad luck already happened." said Lex. "Demona's kidnapped Angela."
            Hudson sighed. "We're gonna havta cut this short, 'Yala." he said stroking his thumb against her cheek. "Duty calls." He grabbed his clothes off the floor and hurriedly dressed.
            "I don't know what's worse!" said Broadway, turning away from the sight. "Knowing Angela's been taken away somewhere by Demona or seeing Hudson on the job!"
            "How d'ya think you and the others got here, lad?" asked Hudson as he buckled on his sword. "Eggs are nae delivered by storks, ya know!"
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            Demona landed on the observation deck on the Statue of Liberty's torch. " I'd take you to my mansion," said Demona. "But this spell works better if done in open air. We'll have plenty of privacy up here." She laid Angela flat on her back. Though her facial expression was neutral due to lax muscles, tears flowed from Angela's eyes. I used too much Visine. Demona told herself. She took the egg out of her pouch. "Do you remember the boy you saved from me? This egg had to be boiled in virgin's blood for the spell to work. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a virgin in New York City?"
            She laughed at her own joke as Angela's eyes glowed red. "Oh, don't glow your eyes at me, young lady! I told you, you couldn't protect them all and when I'm done, you won't protect any of them! You won't even want to. But don't worry, my pet, you'll be happy with your lot in life. You and I will be together. We'll work together to destroy the humans and lead the gargoyles as mother and daughter. You won't care for the lies that human whore has fed to you. You'll despise the spoiled princess who stole you from me. You'll want nothing more than to obey my will. And what's more, you'll like it!" Angela's eyes glowed a brighter red as tears spilled out. "Oh, get used to it! You really don't have a choice anyway!"
            Demona tapped the egg on Angela's forehead. As white mist seeped out of the cracked shell, Demona started to chant in Latin. "Reversiti ut ovo, Pare prima gorlois turbari vident. Donec vitae finem!" The mist enshrouded Angela, becoming thicker and thicker until it was solid. When Demona had finished her incantation, Angela was encased in a giant egg. Demona smiled as she stroked the shell. A firework whistled and exploded just behind Demona. "By the time the humans are done with this silly celebration," said Demona. "You will hatch from the Egg of Imprinting, you will see me and everything will be just as it should!" She rested her face against the shell and stroke it as she sang a Gaelic lullaby she thought she had forgotten as fireworks exploded around her.
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            The microwave dinged. Una used a dishcloth to transfer the steaming bowl of water to the table as Violet lit some candles and placed them in the proper positions, north, south, east and west. Broadway nervously tapped his talons on the table until Violet touched his arm as a sign that he shouldn't. Una put the bowl in the center. She pulled strands of long, sable hair from the brush Pavel had used on her and let them float on the water. She encircled the dish with Angela's belt and propped up a Polaroid taken of her at last night's bachelorette party against it. She waved her hands through the steam and recited a Latin incantation. "Ostenditi mihi quis volo plurimus vidir!"
            An image formed in the steam. "That's Demona!" said Broadway. Demona was fondling and embracing a giant egg by the glow of an enormous orange-yellow light. Fireworks were going off in the distance. "She's at the Statue of Liberty; that's the torch. But where's Angela?"
            "The spell should show us her immediately." Una said as the image began to dissipate. "That egg she was touching. Angela must be inside it! Broadway, would Demona ever do something as evil as mind control magic?"
            "I don't hold anything past her." said Broadway.
            "She's using the Egg of Imprinting spell on her." said Una. "And we haven't a moment to lose! We better go to her now."
            "What's the Egg of Imprinting?" asked Broadway as Violet blew out the candles.
            "It's a mental enslavement spell." said Una. "As soon as Angela hatches from the egg, she will obey whoever she first sees until she dies. Violet, come with me. We're dealing with a seriously endowed sorceress here." The three of them left the room. Lex and Staghart who had been watching from the doorway went to inform the guests that the wedding would be delayed.
            In a room that had once been a throne room, the ceremony was about to take place. Camaela did some last minute floral arrangement while Castor and Pollux seated the guests. Staghart and Lexington waved them over. "I say," said Castor. "Don't you chaps know that it's bad luck to...."
            "Yes, yes, we know." said Staghart. "But some bad luck has already happened. Angela has...."
            "What about Angela?" Goliath was right behind him.
            "You tell him, Lex." said Staghart. "He likes you more." Goliath gave Lex a hard stare.
            "Now, Goliath," said Lex. "Don't shoot the messenger. Don't get angry."
            "I will not. Get. Angry." he said evenly.
            Lex took a deep breath and spilled it all out at once. "Angela's been kidnapped by Demona who's keeping her at the Statue of Liberty and putting a mind control spell on her!" Goliath's eyes flashed white. "You said you wouldn't get angry!"

            "My anger is directed at Demona." said Goliath. "Come. We must stop her."
            The Twins shared a look and took a spot before the altar. "Er, ladies and gentlemen," said Pollux. "There's been a bit of a snag in today's plans. The wedding will continued as planned at a later time. Until then, here's a song!"
            The Twins linked arms and began to sing. "I'm a gargoyle and I'm OK. I glide all night and I sleep all day!"
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            Demona paused in her lullaby to check her scrying mirror. She wanted to see if any enemies were coming. There were three. Broadway was wearing a kilt and tuxedo jacket. Two English females were a bit dressed up. So, Broadway was going to take his lady back? That showed a little more backbone than she thought he'd have. But who were those two English females accompanying him? Well, if the fireworks didn't deter them, her Beretta would. It didn't have as much firepower as her beloved bazooka, but she needed something portable. She was a good shot. She'd aim for the wings. If she missed and hit something vital or the fall turned fatal, well, c'est la guerre. Goliath was close behind, flanked by Lexington, Hudson and that English gargoyle with the antlers. Of course. Trust Goliath to ruin everything.
            "Una," said Violet. "How come you didn't use that spell to find Griff?"
            "We were missing an element." she said. "I found a wastebasket he had swept some of his stone skin in...and marinated with his sick, lovely. And we had scads of photos and sketches and paintings done by Concord. But, Griff never was one to fuss over clothes and jewelry. The only outfit he had, he had left wearing. We needed a third element that his aura had sufficiently rubbed off on. Same problem first time around. I'm sure if we did enough searching of the castle we might have found a loose feather or bit of hair, but other than his leather garment, he just never wore anything long enough for his aura to rub off on. Good job Angela changed clothes before she was taken. I'd prefer a proper scrying mirror, but making one requires more time than I have." A bright red firework exploded nearby. "We're going to have to glide carefully." said Una. "It looks like...." She screamed out in pain as she caught a bullet in her left wing and went into a tailspin.
            "Una!" Violet screamed, swooping down to catch her.
            Broadway told himself that Violet could take care of Una. He'd go for the Statue's torch where the shot had come from. A shot whizzed by his ear. Broadway dipped lower, zooming under Liberty's armpit and grabbing onto a garment fold. He dug talons into the copper sheeting and started to climb up the arm as fireworks exploded around him.
            Demona looked around for Broadway. Where had that great lummox disappeared to? She saw him swoop downwards. She scanned the perimeter of the torch's observation deck, ready to put a bullet in that blob. "Surprise!" yelled Broadway, tackling her from behind and grabbing her wrists in both hands. She thrashed and whipped at him with her tail, but he managed to wrestle the gun away from her and crush it in one hand. "Don't make me hurt you, Demona." he said, tossing the ruined gun to clatter at Liberty's feet.
            "Funny." she said with a smile. "I was going to make the same request of you."
            "You wanna fight, Demona?" asked Broadway, his eyes glowing. "Fine! Let's bring it!" The two gargoyles roared and ran at each other.
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            "Una! Una!" Violet landed on Liberty's head with Una in her arms and laid her down as fireworks exploded just above them. "Una, just hang on!" She inspected the wound in her leader's wing. The bullet had gone straight through. Blood was staining the feathers. Violet thought she would be sick when she saw a jagged bit of bone poking through the flesh. "OK, Una? I'm gonna have to set this. Then I'll need the Tiger's Eye. You got the Tiger's Eye, right?" Una weakly nodded and patted her belt pouch. "OK, this might smart a little." Violet put her fingers on the bones, hoped she was doing this right, and pushed them back together. Una let out a feral roar as her eyes went red and she passed out. "Sorry." Violet said meekly. She fished the Tiger's Eye out of Una's pouch and held it against the break. "Os fio...." She was interrupted when Broadway fell and landed near her.
            "She out?" asked Broadway. Violet nodded. "I was hoping she could tell me how to break the spell. Do you know?"
            Violet shook her head. "I never even heard of the Egg of Imprinting until tonight!"
            "Jalapeño." sighed Broadway. "This won't be easy!"

A/N: Demona’s Latin courtesy of Google Translate and guess work.
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