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Never Meant to Be	By : Nightbloom Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 8691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Never Meant to Be

Part 3
People screamed and smoke came out black as the large dump truck slammed on it's brakes. At the velocity it was going, either way, it was going to be too late. The man in the middle of the road was going to die.
The amount of blood was just going to be less and he might be more identifiable.
A moment later, people saw a white haired man dart out of nowhere and tackle the brunette. Both of them rolled out from under the truck just as it passed over him, and stopped right on the divider lines of the road. Cars swerved slightly to the side, many of them going too fast to realize what was lying up ahead and not stopping in time to block the traffic behind them.
Meanwhile, neither person moved, and for thirty harrowing seconds, traffic continued, until the light turned red, and cars finally stopped.
X
Roberto just had one last thought. If only my family accepted me...
Then there came an impact from the side.
He felt himself roll over and stop. His body hurt!
The numbness in his knee had gone away, replaced with a throbbing pain. The scrapes on his hands and arms stung. And now, whoever pushed him out of the way probably left an indentation and huge bruise on his side.
Which was better than becoming a smeared blotch on the road.
He shuddered, feeling the rushing air of passing vehicles, and the person on top of him was holding him tightly, hand cradling his head, pushing it against the stranger's neck.
His own hands clutched at the stranger's back.
He was too stunned to even try to see who his savior was.
For one moment, he had thought that it was one of his companions. They always seemed to have that luck.
But then he realized that the person didn't feel familiar at all.
Then it was all over. He heard cars slowing down, still beeping their horns.
The person loosened his grip and pushed himself up.
Roberto found himself staring into the stunning blue eyes of his savior.
Caráy...
X
Being human was not easy, with all the walking and running one had to do. It was easier to spread one's wings and glide.
Yet, seeing Roberto in peril, Brooklyn abandoned all pretense of silent observation and dashed forward to save the young man.
With a burst of adrenaline, and reached his target and tackled him.
He rolled over enough to get the man out of direct harm's way. However, they were still on the road, and anyone driving too close to the divider lines could still hit them.
Brooklyn held on to Roberto tightly, hoping that they wouoth oth get out of this alive.
What seemed like forever finally passed, and when traffic stopped, Brooklyn pushed himself up and looked down.
Roberto's eyes were closed for one moment. His disheveled hair was fanning out on the floor underneath him. His brown eyes then snapped open, his expression clearly stunned.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, as he heard people rushing to them.
Roberto nodded. "I think so," he breathed out, blinking.
Brooklyn pushed himself off of the man and gave out his hand to help him up.
Roberto only got up halfway before pausing. His face scrunched up with pain and he nearly collapsed to the floor, one hand going to his knee.
Brooklyn kept him from completely collapsing to the floor.
It was obvious that the young man wouldn't be able to stand on his own.
"Get him to the curb," he heard someone shout, as several people began to jabber about. More people stood off to the side, wanting to see what the commotion was all about.
Brooklyn shook his head.
At the pace Roberto was going, the light would turn green again before he got to the sidewalk.
He reached over and lifted the young man into his arms.
Roberto let out an exclamation of surprise as his arms flew around Brooklyn's neck.
With a few quick strides, they reached their destination.
He slowly placed Roberto down, and the young man limped over to a nearby bench.
Two girls handed him the contents he had dropped.
"Thanks," he murmured, as the girls nodded and moved away.
"So how are you doing?" Brooklyn asked.
Roberto looked back up.
"Um. . . I'm fine."
X
Roberto felt like an idiot.
Now is not the time.
The person standing before him was. . . not handsome by other's standards, but he could see the beauty inside his eyes. The way they pierced into his soul. . . it was as if everything that was him was laid open to this man's eyes for viewing.
He felt so vulnerable.
And he hated that.
"Um. . . I'm fine," he said, in response to the man's question. He just hoped that it was true.
With his luck, he really did do some damage to his knee than just bang it up.
"Do you need help getting to where ever you are going?" the stranger asked.
Roberto tried fighting back the blush that was threatening to appear.
He hated being treated like. . . like. . . like some. . . helpless woman! Gay or not, he was still a guy! It angered him when people judged him as being frail just because of the way he looked.
However. . . this man was completely sincere in his offer.
"Maybe," he replied, softly.
He only hoped that the pain in his knee would just go away, allowing him to do things on his own.
However, when he tried standing up, he was dismayed to find out that it was not looking to be the case.
So he swallowed his pride.
"Most definitely."
X
Brooklyn walked slowly as Roberto limped next to him. One are was resting on his shoulder while he did his best to carry the almost ripped up bag of groceries that the Latin male was carrying previously.
"I'm sorry," he heard Roberto say. "My name is Roberto, by the way. Um. . . What's yours?"
"Br. . ." Brooklyn hesitated for a second. "Uh, Brody Wagner," he replied, hoping that he didn't stumbled over it too much.
Roberto nodded. "Do you always go around rescuing people?" he asked, a small smile on his face.
Brooklyn felt his cheeks heat up. "I only lend a hand when someone needs it," he said. Okay, so it was partly true.
"Are you from around here?" Roberto's voice was full of puzzlement.
"I, sort of. I came here a few years back."
"Yeah, you have a tiny bit of an accent I can't place. Where did you come from originally?"
"Scotland."
"Hmm. . . Did you live there all your life?"
Boy, did I ever. "Pretty much."
"So why did you come to United States? School?"
"My family moved here. And, uh, I finished most of my schooling in Scotland."
Roberto paused. "What about college and Universities? No offense, but you barely look like your out of your teens."
"I look a lot younger than I am," Brooklyn replied, a smile on his face. Well, yeah, he was still adglidgling in gargoyle years, maybe like an eighteen or nineteen to humans. But. . . Gargoyles lived a lot longer, so. . . he wasn't really lying. He was older to humans than he appeared.
Roberto shook his head with a smile. "Sorry I asked. I usually find myself saying the same thing and getting annoyed. You'd think I would think to not ask such a personal question."
Brooklyn shook his head as well. "I don'nd. nd. Gives me reason to ask you similar questions."
Roberto chuckled. "So long as they aren't too personal."
"Um, how personal is too personal?" Brooklyn asked, genuinely confused. He really didn't want to offend Roberto, not now when he was able to talk to him, human to human.
A bit of Roberto's humor faded. "Um, I'll just let you know when you get there."
Brooklyn had heard once, or maybe read it in a book, that the eyes were the window to the soul. If so, that window, for one brief, yet sad moment, showed a soul full of torment. Whatever memories that plagued Roberto, he kept them at bay long enough to keep on being pleasant.
The dark moment passed, and Roberto was smiling at him again. "Well, this is the hotel."
"I can help you to your room," sarookrooklyn. "I'm in no hurry to get anywhere."
Roberto's eyebrow raised up a notch. "No job or anything?"
"I, uh, deliver at night. So I have plenty of time till sun set."
Roberto looked momentarily suspicious. Then he shook his head. "Okay. Well, if you insist."
"Oh, I insist," Brooklyn said, with a cheeky grin.
X
For one moment, Roberto wondered whether or not the night time delivery was illegal doings or not. But looking into Brody's eyes, the guy looked honest to the core. Maybe it was pizza or chinese takeout he was delivering.
The two made their way into the hotel, and towards the elevator.
During the ride up, Roberto began to feel uncomfortable.
His stomach was doing flip flops, and he didn't understand why.
Maybe it was the fact that a) it was a hotel, and b) IT WAS A HOTEL!!
With private suites and all. . .
He's just some stranger I met. He saved me because it was the right thing to do. He's not expecting anything from me. . .bertberto tried to convince himself of that. By the time they reached his floor, he felt like he was on the verge of hyperventalating.
"Cálmate, Roberto," he muttered, trying to regain some control.
"Huh?"
Roberto flashed an innocent smile. "Nothing! Just thinking to myself." Mentally he winced. As if I'm not crazy enough...grrr...now I sound like an idiot too.
The doors opened and Roberto stepped forward from the suffocating room. "My room's just a few doors down," he said, softly.
Brody nodded, a small smile on his face.
As they neared the room, Roberto frantically wondered how to thank the guy. It was odd. Most favors done by strangers were simple things, like, picking up your stuff and giving it back to you. . . not carrying them for almost a mile and up to one's place of residency.
Roberto reached to door and opened it up with his key card. He stepped right in and took the bag from Brody's arms.
"Um, muchisimos gracías, " he said, setting the bag down on the small lamp stand near the door. He could pick it up later when his knee was a bit stronger.
Roberto looked back at Brody, really wanting to close the door, no matter how rude it seemed. However. . . this guy had been real nice. It was wrong to just. . . dismiss him so easily.
Not to mention the sudden look the man had. . . one of. . .disappointment? Sadness?
Roberto mentally cursed himself.
"Um, w-would you , uh, like to, um, come in and . . .have some ice cream?" he stammered out, softly, head tilted to one side.
Why do I do things like this to myself?
X
For one fleeting moment, Brooklyn was at a loss.
Here he was, at the doorway of Roberto's hotel room, which he had visited a few times the last past few nights, and he couldn't just walk right in.
While he knew Roberto, in this human form he was a stranger. . .some guy off the streets named Brody.
With Roberto going in and doing whatever work he was planning on doing, Brooklyn would have nothing to do for the rest of the day.
It was still roughly 6 hours till sunset.
And it was clear that Roberto was just going to thank him and probably close the door on his face.
Suddenly, a strange expression passed through Roberto's face, as he kept the door open and looked at him.
Brooklyn observed his face as Roberto stammered out an invitation.
Brooklyn couldn't help but smile. "Sure!" he said.
X
The soft breeze coming through the open window was just right. And the sun was at an angle that let in enough sunlight, but kept it from getting too hot.
Roberto was facing Brody, chuckling in obvious delight. He fed himself another spoonful of chocolate ice cream as Brody smiled and mixed his own cup up.
Roberto's smile faded, as a look of curiosity filled his eyes. "So you're telling me that you never socialized with any one outside your family and parent's friends?"
"No. I was home taught, never went out for anything. . ."
"Well, you managed to keep in shape," commented Roberto. "Doing nothing, I think I'd just sit and rot out of boredom."
Brody chuckled. "No, I was kept pretty active along with my brothers. We were taught how to fight, basically, out of sport of course. Not necessity."
Roberto shook his head. "I never would have thought that families like that existed anymore. It sounds like some fairy tale, a prince or princess trapped in their castle."
Brody glanced away. "Heh, yeah," he murmured.
"So now you're taking in all the sights? You must be feeling so free, huh?"
Brody made a face. "Truthfully, I have no idea what to do. My life was pretty much routine, and suddenly, I don't have a rigid schedule, and with all this free time. . ."
"So what about your job?"
"Oh, my job. At night I'm still under my parent's influence. I, uh, work as a host for their private parties. At least I'm starting to see other people."
Roberto sighed. "I feel for you."
X
Brooklyn never realized how well of a liar he could be. Then again, most of these fibs he was telling were straight out of the television and books he had read. Then again, I guess I'm not lying. . . more of role playing. After all, to Roberto, I'm Brody.
He enjoyed Roberto's company. It was pleasant, and a complete change of the night time companionship. The night muted the brightness Roberto seemed to possess. His eyes were more clear, and lighter than he originally thought.
His hair wasn't just a solid brown, but a light mixture of different shades of brown.
He suddenly wondered how soft that hair was.
Was it like his? Or softer.
Brooklyn glanced at the digital watch on the counter. It read 3:55. He had spent a little over 3 hours here?!
"Oh! Um, I need to start heading back. Want to catch a couple hours of sleep before I work tonight."
Roberto nodded. "I understand." He also glanced at the clock. "Yikes! I need to finish working as well."
Brooklyn let himself be escorted out. "This was great!" he said, honestly. "I just wish we got to learn a bit more about each other."
Roberto chuckled. "Yeah." He paused as he neared the door. "Um, if you're interested. . ." he said slowly, scratching the back of his head, a slight blush on his cheeks. ". . .you can stop by here around noon tomorrow, and we can sort of take a tour around the city. I mean, I come here often, and I'm no expert, but. . . I know some cool places."
Brooklyn grinned. Finally! A chance to really see New York other than from above. A chance to go into building previously not gone into before without fear of setting off alarms and such. "I'd love to," he said, reaching out to shake Roberto's hand. ertoerto gave a huge smile as they shook hands. "Great."
Brooklyn turned to head towards the elevator, a bounce in his steps. Everything was going great. He was getting a chance of a lifetime and getting to know his friend at a whole different level.
X
"I gather your days as a human are going well," Owen stated, as Brooklyn entered the castle.
"It's great!" commented Brooklyn. "Although staying awake day and night does have it's drawbacks."
"Your sleeping area has been arranged. And the alarm clock is set to go off ten minutes before sunset."
"Perfect."
X
The bar was darkly lit as people milled about.
In one booth, a small group of men sat, talking quietly to themselves while eating a small meal.
"So?" asked one of the men, a tall and strikingly handsome white man. His nde nde hair was long but pulled back into a tight low ponytail. His grey eyes glittered with the little light that reached them.
His expression was cold and calculating, full of mystery.
One of the other men answered, a slightly older black male with dreds hanging to his shoulders. "So far we onlve ove one possibility," he said, pushing a piece of paper over to the first man.
"Sam is hoping that we'll find another," commented the third man, a light skinned man of mixed descent, looking at the second black man next to him. It was the same man who had been tailing Roberto.
"Oh?" asked the blond man, as he glanced at Sam.
"The man is one of the detectives trying to track us down, and also holds the interest of Mr. Jay, the musuem's owner," said Sam.
A light skinned man let out a snort.
"You have something to add, Karl?"
Karl grinned. "Not really, Mr. Fable. Except. . ."
Sam glowered at him.
"Sam reeeeally wants this guy for himself because he gave him the brush off at a bar."
Mr. Fable looked over at Sam, expression nuetral. "I thought you were completely into females," he said, as the third man with dark skin and dreds squirmed away from Sam.
"Oh, he is," continued Karl, not giving Sam a chance to talk. "But if you saw this guy...I'll admit he was a looker."
"So the guy was straight."
"Well, he was seen talking and dancing with a couple of guys."
Mr. Fable's grey eyes narrowed. "And you say that Sam was attracted enough to try to pick him up."
Sam's face grew dark. "I'd appreciate it if we just drop the subject."
"I wouldn't," said Mr. Fable. "I want to see this man myself. If he is what I think he is, we'll have to find another victim so that we may use him for the final ceremony."
The other three men looked at him in shock.
"But I thought the person was suppose to be female?"
"Normally. But if his sight alone was enough to attract Sam, than we may have stumbled across one of the stronger beings, if not the Seducer's host itself.
tbc. . .
Spanish
caráy -- multipurpose expression that can be used for amusement, annoyance, etc (eg. holy wow wow, whatever, sheesh, etc)
calmar -- calm down (cálmarse -- to calm one's self down--formal)(cálmate -- {you} calm down)
mucho--a lot (muchisimo -- lots and lots/slang)
gracías-- (thanks, thank you)
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