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Out of the Clear Blue Skye	By : Ginevrasn Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 5677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note/Disclaimer:

If you compare this to the original posting on the Gargoyle's fan fiction website, you will find that I've changed the way the chapters are structured in the process of restoring some of the more adult content. This will result in the AFF version being seven chapters rather than six.

As always, I love feedback and constructive criticism.

Warnings: Nonconsensual sex and violence follow. As a human, Skye would be considered a minor. As a gargoyle, I suppose the issue might be a little fuzzy. However, consider this a warning as well.

Part Three: The Fall

Demona smiled as she handed the phone back to the psychologist. He wasn't foolish enough to think the smile was for him. Dr. Thompson returned the hand-set to its cradle as Demona stepped to the window and launched herself from the opening. He calmly closed the window and returned to his desk. He picked up his recorder and turned it on.

"The subject Angela is responding as predicted. Her displacement by a more popular female has made her vulnerable to overtures from her estranged mother. It must be assumed that subject Skye is also responding according to plan. Subject Angela has agreed to a meeting with her mother. Reminder to self to debrief mother after encounter..."

Demona savored the feel of the wind across her wings as she glided through the night sky to the abandoned warehouse. She rehearsed her arguments as she circled the rooftop. The moon hung low and bright in the sky and illuminated the rooftops below. She could not yet see Angela, so she landed to wait.

Timing was everything. Very soon the spell she had placed on Skye's arm band would reach full power. Angela must be detained until after the spell had done its work. Afterwards it would be safe to send her back to the clan. What she would find there should send her winging back to Demona. A stroke of genius, that spell. It would give Skye just that edge necessary to put the males at each others throats. She hadn't bothered to tell that nosy doctor about the spell. He already knew too much.

The soft sound of wings behind her alerted her to Angela's arrival. "Hello, Mother."

"Hello, Angela. It's so good to see you."

"What is did you want to talk about?" The younger female looked around suspiciously. She found nothing alarming, so she waited for her mother to answer.

"I wanted to talk about you and me, about our relationship." Demona drew closer, Angela backed away.

"I don't think you could say that we have one."

"I'd like to change that."

"Many things would have to change." Angela was stern. Her mother had caused too much pain to be trusted so easily.

"I'm willing to try. If you will give me a chance."

"It all sounds very nice, Mother, but I find it hard to believe."

"I have proof that I've changed. I've even helped humans. I decided to start with the young ones, the ones that haven't yet turned against us."

"You mean the runaway shelter." Angela was curious despite her suspicion.

"Yes, among other things. The doctor you spoke to is the head of the shelter. You can speak to him if you like. He is very good at what he does. He could be head of his field if he wished. He's even offered to counsel us."

"Family counseling? For us?" Angela shook her head in disbelief. She couldn't possibly be hearing this from Demona.

"Just give it some thought. I would like you to know some of the things we've been doing at the shelter..."

Demona began to describe her change of heart in much the same terms as she had used with Skye. She talked of the shelter and internship program at Nightstone Unlimited. Angela listened for a short while, then interrupted.

"I'm sorry Mother. I have to go. We can talk about this later." She could tell from the angle of the moon that it must be close to 2 AM. She must return or Owen would deliver her message.

"Please stay a while longer. I have so much more to tell you. And you haven't told me anything. How are things going with you and Broadway?"

"I really have to go mother. The others will come looking for me soon." Angela was getting nervous. Since when did Demona care about her relationship with Broadway?

"No! Please Angela. Can't you spare me just a few more minutes?" It was too soon. She must not leave yet!

Angela grew uneasy. Demona was stalling. "You are trying to keep me from going home aren't you? There is something going on that you don't want me to see. Isn't there? Something back at the castle!"

Damn! She was so close. Maybe enough time had passed... "No, no, of course not. You can leave if you wish. I have no intention of stopping you. I swear to you that I have not attacked the clan in your absence. I just... wish that we could spend more time together." The words fell flat. Angela would tarry no more.

Uncertain of the outcome, Demona retreated to her mansion. She did not want to put up with doctor's questions until she knew the results of tonight's events. She slipped into her workroom and sat to down to wait for sunrise.

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Elisa was awakened by the insistent ringing of her bedside telephone. She waited, hoping it would stop, but the ringing continued. She groaned, blinked fuzzily at the clock. Almost two in the morning?

"Maza here, make it good."

"Elisa! You've got to come to the castle at once. It's the gargoyles!"

"Fox?" Elisa would have sworn under oath that Mrs. Xanatos did not know her number, maybe Owen had dialed for her. No. That wasn't right. Owen and Xanatos were away on business.

"I can't tell you over the phone. You'd never believe me. Just hurry, and wear your vest." There was something in Fox's tone that made Elisa sit bolt upright.

"My vest! Maybe I should call Matt."

"No! I don't think we should involve anyone else."

"I don't understand."

"It's a matter of life and death, quit arguing."

"Be there ASAP." She hung up, rolled out of bed, and began to dress quickly. She snatched her vest off a chair and dashed out the door, strapping it on as she went. Moments later she was piloting her Fairlane at breakneck speed toward the Eyrie Building, siren screaming.

Two security guards were waiting at the curb. She jumped out of her car and tossed the keys to the taller guard. The second led her to the private elevator that whisked her to the top of the building. She waited impatiently for the doors to open.

"Thank God you're here! She stopped screaming ten minutes ago. I'm afraid she's dead!" Fox was waiting just outside the elevator. She shoved a tranquilizer rifle at Elisa. Fox held a second one at the ready.

"Who's dead? What are you talking about?"

"No time. Follow me." Fox led her at a quick trot through the halls of the castle. She stopped at a door leading to the courtyard. Elisa was startled to find it barred. Fox checked her rifle and nodded to Elisa. Elisa unbarred the door and threw it open. She leapt through first and to the left. Fox boiled out after her. What she saw next shocked her to the core. Disbelieving, she mechanically chose a target and shot. Fox followed suit.

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Brooklyn strained, spreading his wings as wide as he could, searching for an updraft. Ahead of him, so close he could reach out and grab his tail, was Lexington. Somewhere below was the less aerodynamic Broadway. Above and slightly in front of them was the brilliant blue gargoyle whose challenge had started this race.

"Come on guys! Bet you can't catch me!" She'd launched herself into the air with a flippant flick of her tail. Her broad wings let her hang in the air above and taunt them. Every few moments she'd perform a wing roll or somersault that would bring her almost within reach, then glide off again with a saucy wink.

"Give it up Brooklyn! You know I'm faster."

"Hah! Pip-squeak! What are you going to do if you catch her? She's bigger than you and your computer put together!"

"Hey! It's not size that matters... It's finesse."

"What finesse?"

"I've got plenty of finesse!"

Just then Skye dove from above, passing neatly through the narrow space between the two males. Moonlight shimmered on her wings and flashed from her silver armband. Her taunting chuckle trailed after her. Brooklyn pulled up short in surprise, losing altitude and speed. Lexington was quicker to recover and turned sharply to follow her. The female continued her wing-tucked dive, neatly skimming just under a startled Broadway. She pulled up at the last second just above Hudson's position on the castle wall. She opened her wings with an audible snap and touched the wall just long enough to push off again.

Brooklyn faltered in confusion as a storm of anger and lust swept over him. He struggled against the spell for a moment, then the confusion resolved itself. He must possess the female. She would be his alone! He renewed his efforts and began to overtake the green gargoyle. He pulled ahead of his rival.

"Oh no you don't! If anyone catches her it's gonna be me!" The smaller one roared as he slammed into his brother.

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" The larger gargoyle twisted, lashing out with his taloned feet. The green one pulled back, just out of reach. From the corner of his eye, Brooklyn caught a flash of blue. His rival forgotten, he started to wing again after the female. Lexington followed.

Skye circled back towards the two males, confused by their behavior. When she saw their faces, she fled. Their eyes glowed with rage and their expressions were grim, angry. Something was terribly wrong.

Behind her, Brooklyn roared with rage. She looked over her shoulder to see them gaining on her. She looked again in front of her only to see Broadway a mere arms-length away. He too wore the same frightening expression. She tried to turn away from him, but he caught her by her waist. She struggled against him, her wings fouling his. This couldn't be happening! This can't be! Not Broadway! Her mind was clouded with shock and fear. A flailing wing caught him in the face and his grip loosened for a moment. She began to slip free. If only she could get clear, she could outdistance them all. Get away. She never saw the blow that struck her jaw, knocking her unconscious.

Temporarily of one mind, the red and green gargoyles swooped down on their blue brother. The small one struck from above, raining blows down on Broadway's head as Brooklyn tackled him from the side. The blue male lost his grip on the female. She fell limply toward the courtyard.

From below, Hudson swooped up to catch the unconscious gargoyle. His usually kindly expression was replaced with a grimace of rage. He roared his triumph at claiming the prize. He landed in the courtyard and wasted no time ripping away the white cloth of her T-shirt. Her denim jeans were only slightly more of a barrier.

The green male, spotting the female below, left off the attack on the blue gargoyle. He dove, aiming his clenched fists at the back of Hudson's head. The old warrior swatted the small one out of the air with a casual blow of his fist. Dazed, Lexington retreated to a niche in the wall and glared sullenly.

Having disposed of the distraction, the old one returned his attention to the unconscious female. Impatiently he ripped away his own loincloth and began to vent his lust on her unresisting body.

A few moments later, Angela appeared in the sky over the castle. Spying her mate in combat, she immediately flew to his aid. Brooklyn had his brother in a head-lock and was choking him. Angela acted, striking the red gargoyle with all the momentum she could muster. This freed the blue male, but left her tangled with Brooklyn. She struggled with her opponent.

"Brooklyn! What are you doing? Broadway is your *rookery brother*!"

Brooklyn merely growled in reply and began to follow Broadway. She pursued him. Only now did she see what was happening below. She saw her mate pulling Hudson away from Skye's motionless form. Her stomach lurched with disgust. Determined to stop Brooklyn, she grabbed his tail with both hands and pulled with all her might.

"Brooklyn! Stop it. This is Demona's doing! She lured me away and did this. I don't know how but it's a trick!" Brooklyn took no notice of her words and kicked at her. Angela struggled to pull him away, but gravity was on his side. They fell toward the courtyard to land near the others in a tangled heap. Angela landed on top and was the first to recover. A scream drew her attention. She looked up to see her mate... A wave of rage crashed over her as Demona's spell took hold. She saw her mate... with Skye...that was too much! How could he? First he follows *her* around like a lost puppy, now he's screwing her right in front of me! Angela's eyes glowed crimson and she growled. She started towards them, but a red form brushed by her. An idea formed in her mind. Two could play at this game. Or, better yet, four.

Angela interposed herself between Brooklyn and the others. He growled and glared at her with his rage-lit eyes. He grabbed her shoulders meaning to shove her aside, but she moved into his arms and pressed close. She slipped an arm around his waist and wrapped her tail around his thigh. She looked into his eyes boldly as the tip of her tail traced the edges of his loincloth.

Brooklyn froze, then grinned widely, his beak gaping. Angela purred, “There's more than one female in this clan..." Brooklyn growled again, a much different tone than before. By unspoken agreement, they climbed atop a nearby tower.

Below, the battle ebbed and flowed as the other males battled each other for possession of the blue female. Gargoyle-like robots joined the fray, under Lexington's orders.

This was the scene that greeted Goliath upon his return. His patrol had taken longer than usual; he had spent much of the night chasing a particularly elusive thief. Cautiously, he circled the castle before landing. As he drew closer, he felt an unnatural wash of rage and lust come over him. Recognizing its magical nature, he approached judiciously. The spell-driven emotions threatened to overcome him, but he fought them. He must protect his clan. He must stop this madness! He first pulled Lexington away from the unconscious female, but then it was Broadway who must be stopped. Hudson too, was caught up in the insanity. His stomach churned as he saw the robots, each bearing his own face, assisting in this atrocity.

Goliath was locked in combat with his mentor when the door behind him flew open. He whirled, keeping Hudson between himself and the door. He heard the unmistakable sound of a trank gun, once, twice. His opponent's swings became clumsy, then Hudson slowly crumpled to the ground. He could see Fox and Elisa, each with a rifle, their faces pale with shock. He looked about him, spotted Angela and Brooklyn on the roof of a tower. Another shot from Fox's rifle felled Broadway as he fought with a Steel Clan robot. He looked at Skye, still in the grip of two robots, Lexington's limp form sprawled across her. Once again, a wave of rage and lust hit him. He looked quickly away, looked at Elisa. He repeated her name in his mind, over and over, a charm against the madness.

Fox kept a cautious eye on Goliath as she helped Elisa pull Lex's unconscious body off Skye. The female's grey eyes were open, staring blankly, but her chest rose and fell steadily. She was battered and bruised, her skin showing the marks of teeth and talons. One wing was wrenched at a joint-straining angle and held in place by a now frozen robot. Skye made no move or sound as they gently freed her from the robot's grasp and carried her to the infirmary.

Goliath trailed after them, silent, brooding. They settled the injured gargoyle into a bed. Fox summoned a doctor, one who could be paid enough to keep silent -- a female doctor -- suspecting Skye would prefer it that way. The doctor asked no questions, but immediately went to work on her patient. She could find no serious injuries so she bandaged the gargoyle's wounds and bound the abused wing. Finally, she sedated the gargoyle heavily. Throughout, Skye remained unresponsive, neither cooperating nor resisting.

Fox left the doctor to her work. After she had deactivated Lexington's device the robots would again follow orders. She ordered them to place each unconscious male in a locked cell and to guard him. Goliath made no protest, merely nodded his approval. Only when he was alone with Elisa did he speak. "What has happened to my clan? I have never seen a gargoyle do such things."

"I don't know Goliath. Maybe the security tapes will show us." They searched out Fox, who turned over the tapes to them. By now, David Xanatos had returned via his private helicopter. He had an arm around his wife offering his support. "Fox thinks it was some kind of spell."

Fox nodded mutely, Elisa could see that the woman was on the verge of tears. She led Goliath out of the room, to the gargoyles' suite, empty save for a frantic Bronx. He had been shut up in there the whole time. They watched the tapes carefully. They could see no visible cause. No intruder. No unusual activity at all.

Elisa rose to pace about the room. "All of the others were affected by something, probably a spell. I wonder why you are immune?"

Goliath's voice rumbled in her ear. "I am not immune." She turned to find him close, very close, one taloned hand tangled in her hair. He gently disentangled his hand and drew her close with the other.

"Elisa... I need you." They had long ago admitted their love, but they had shied from physical consummation. More accurately, Goliath had feared hurting her, seeing a human female as more fragile than a gargoyle.

"Goliath? I don't know. I mean I... I want you. You know I do. But, not like this. Not under this spell. It doesn't seem right."

"Please, Elisa. I have always wanted you. Needed you. This spell has not changed that. Only made it more... urgent." His hands had begun roving up and down her spine and along her ribs. She'd waited so long. Wanted him so much. It was hard to say no.

"If you will not, then you must drug me too. Lock me up until the spell is broken."

She didn't say no, she said nothing at all...

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