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My Salvation	By : sesshyluver Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 4454 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Mirah looked into the mirror with satisfaction. The last six months living with the gargoyles had been good to her. She no longer resembled a prison camp refugee. Her ribs no longer showed, no did her spine if she turned her back to face the mirror. No more knobby elbows and knees that glared out the lack of food she'd had access to for longer than she cared to think about. Instead, she had a healthy glow. Her arms, and legs, were lightly toned from working out regularly in the gym Xanatos provided along with going out on patrols with the clan. Her chest was still a full D-cup, which thankfully hadn't dissipated when food was scarce, a waist that dipped in slightly before flaring at the hips. Her body was neither all hard planes, nor jiggled everywhere when she walked. It had a softness that she thought appealing, especially after having looked at such a gaunt frame for so long.
Smiling, she threw on a pair of jeans and a Aeropastale t-shirt over her white lace underwear and bra set. Who said that sexy meant black lace and g-strings? She felt, for the first time, that she was a attractive woman. Pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail, she reflected on the past six months in relation to the gargoyles. She was steadily being accepted more and more into the clan. For that, she was very grateful. At the beginning, they had all looked upon her entrance into their lives wearily, especially Goliath. About four months ago, Hudson had been kind enough to tell her why. Making her way to the computer lab, she thought back to that day.
“Tis not ye, lass,” Hudson said. Startled she looked up at the kind face of the eldest in the gargoyle clan. She been staring pensively over the city since they'd returned from another patrol. Although everyone had been treating her kindly, she still felt like they were holding back. And she desperately wanted to know what she was doing.
“How did you know what I was thinking” she said with a small smile, arms wrapped protectively around her still small frame. She was steadily gaining weight and looking more and more like a normal, healthy person, but it was a slow process.
“Tis not hard to tell. You look with such longing at the clans interactions with one another,” he replied, his brogue a pleasant sound. Gently, he set his hand on her shoulder, wishing to give her even a small amount of comfort.
“But if it's not something I'm doing, what is it,” she exclaimed. She could feel tears pricking her eyes, but willed herself to not let them fall.
“Let me tell you a story, lass. We once accepted a human into our clan,” he began. And over the next hour, she was told about Elisa. Told about how she had been welcomed into the clan as one of their own. How she'd been looked on like a daughter, a friend, a mother, and a lover. How she'd encouraged Goliath's interest, only to betray him in the end. Mirah couldn't understand how anyone, gargoyle or human, could ever play with someone's heart the way she had. A a part of Mirah hated the woman vehemently for her callous disregard for the family that had so easily been welcomed into.
“I understand now, Hudson. And I'll keep trying to show them that I'm not like her,” she'd declared.
And she had. Since then, she worked even harder to show the clan that she genuinely wished to be accepted. That she saw them as her family. And the clan had responded in kind. Where before they had excluded her, for the most part, form any clan activities other than patrolling, she was invited to take part in. She and Angela had become very good friends, and she cherished that bond. The males were fiercely protective of her when they encountered danger on patrol, even though she was more than capable of taking care of herself. They viewed her as a little sister, and she was grateful. Even Goliath was slowly coming around. He no longer ignored her presence, and even sought her out on occasion. The only dark spot on an otherwise happy experience thus far was Thailog. She wished she'd never encountered the dark gargoyle, and she had a feeling that something bad was going to happen soon. She could still remember the first time she came into contact with him.
She and Lexington had been working long and hard over the last four months creating this computer system, and she was damned proud of it. The computer was programmed to track magical signatures within a fifty mile radius. If it was successful, her next project would be to extend its range. But for now, she just wanted it to do its job. Her hope was that it would make it easier to stop anything Demona started, since she often used magic.
The first night the computer was active, and they'd gotten a hit. She desperately wanted to go on this patrol, but someone needed to stay and monitor the computer, while another took the hand held with them. Surprisingly, Lexington offered to stay. Even more surprisingly, Goliath offered to carry her on patrol. So far, all of the gargoyles, save Lexington and Goliath had carried her while on patrol. To have him offering now was a huge step, and she was almost giddy with happiness.
Rather than carry her bridle style, which would have made it difficult for her to associate landmarks and track the signal they were getting, Goliath had held her around her waist, body pressed close to his as they flew. To say that flight was a lesson in control would have been an understatement. Goliath was all corded muscle and quiet strength, and she found him insanely attractive. But she kept those thoughts firmly to herself. She did not want to push him away when he was finally beginning to treat her like part of the clan.
So, they'd flown toward the signature, which happened to be originating from Central Park. They'd landed outside of one of the more heavily wooded areas of the park and began to make their way slowly inside. It probably took them about ten minutes of hiking before they'd come across the origin of the signature. Not surprisingly, Demona was there. What was surprising, was who else was there with her. She was shocked by the dark gargoyle, who was Goliath's twin save their skin and hair color. She'd turned wide eyes to see an equally shocked clan. This couldn't be good.
“Why is Goliath's twin brother with Demona,” she whispered. It took a minute, but finally, the clan seemed to shake themselves out of their stupor.
“That is not my brother,” Goliath replied, “he is a clone, which we thought was trapped in stone.”
Seeing her confused expression, Goliath explained about Sevarius, the clones, and Thailog in particular. He explained that the clones had succumbed to a disease that caused them to revert to their stone forms, and Thailog had also been infected. She could understand their surprise now. Demona's voice interrupted them, and they all turned to listen in on the conversation.
“I've only been able to bring you back temporarily, Thailog,” the female gargoyle began, “but I've found a cure for the disease which brought you down.” She pointed to a small cauldron that set over an open fired. The cauldron had tendrils of smoke coming up from it's depths. Mirah had a bad feeling about this.
“We cannot allow him to drink whatever is in that cauldron,” Brooklyn hissed. As Demona dipped a chalice into the cauldron and gathered some of the liquid within, the clan rushed out. The surprise on the faces of the two gargoyles was hilarious, but she wouldn't get to enjoy that until later.
Demona dropped the chalice, spilling its contents onto the grass at her feet as she leapt at the three youngest clan members. From out of the trees on the other side of the campfire, ten humans came with weapons at the ready. Angela and Hudson charged them. Goliath and Thailog were grappling with one another. Mirah knew this was her only chance to get to the cauldron and destroy its contents. The clan was adamant that Thailog was dangerous, and she believed them.
When she was just inches from the fire, she felt herself hoisted backwards by an arm around her waist. She struggled, thinking it was one of the humans that had entered the clearing earlier, but looking down, she saw the arm was covered with ebony skin. 'Shit, it's Thailog' her mind whispered just as another arm came up and put a knife to her throat. She froze.
“Stop,” the rich voice commanded, sending involuntary shivers down her spine. While on one hand his voice was exactly like Goliath's, it did not hold the same warmth that the blue gargoyle had. Looking around, she saw that every member of the clan had stopped fighting, eyes riveted to the knife at her throat. She could hear growling to her left, and when her eyes darted in that direction, she saw Goliath, eyes glowing with rage.
“That's better. Now, I am going to walk toward the cauldron and drink some of the elixir that Demona has so generously provided. If any of you move, I will not hesitate to cut this human's throat,” he threatened in a calm voice. Suiting actions to words, he was next to the cauldron mere moments later, dipping the chalice from early back into the cauldron. When he brought the cup to his lips, Mirah knew it was her only chance. She bashed her head back against Thailog's, causing him to drop her. Dizzy, but determined, she'd then kicked him straight in the balls.
He howled with pain and rage, but she was already running toward safety. As soon as Goliath's arms closed around her, she turned to look back. Thailog was glaring murderously at her, the cauldron's contents at his feet, soaking into the ground. For a moment, she thought they had succeeded, until she noticed the chalice still in his hand. Quickly, he gulped down the liquid before turning and disappearing into the night. Looking around, she saw that Demona and the humans had also disappeared.
That little episode had taken place two months ago. Since then, anytime they came up against Thailog, he would focus on her. Barely two weeks after the Central Park encounter, he'd broken into the castle during the day. It would seem he did not turn to stone during the day. Whether that was part of the cloning process, the potion he drank, or something else, she doesn't know. He had tried to kidnap her, but she was luck in that Owen, a.k.a. Puck, had been with her in the computer lab at the time. Thailog had not been expecting that.
Then, only two weeks ago, he'd been in the process of blowing up the empire state building. While the clan was distracted trying to find the bomb, he'd come after her again. Whether he was going to try and kill her or kidnap her she still isn't sure, because Bronx happened to be with them that time. He'd gone after Thailog with a vengeance.
And so, the last six months had been eventful to say the least. She and the clan were becoming family. She and Goliath were becoming friends, though she wished that it could be more. Maybe someday. And now, they had a fire to deal with. Somehow, a fire had broken out at an office building downtown. Some of the night crew were still trapped inside. Entering the computer lab, she placed an earbud in her ear so she could keep in contact with the clan as they headed toward the fire. While she enjoyed helping with patrols, this time she wasn't needed. Lexington was tracking the clan with the tiny microchip embedded in their medallions.
“How far are they from the fire, Lexington,” she asked in a no nonsense voice, hands already typing furiously on another computer.
“Roughly one minute away,” was the reply. Good, they would hopefully be able to get there in time. She hacked into the news feed as well as several security and streets cameras to keep an eye on the fire. The clan had left about ten minutes ago, when the news had first reached them. In short order, the clan had arrived. They busted into some windows about halfway up the building.
“Lexington, Mirah, where are the humans trapped,” came the deep voice of the clan leader.
“According to the police scanners, they're one floor up. They got trapped in the stairwell,” she answered, looking for a working camera within the office building. Luckily, the camera right outside the stairwell door for the floor she was talking about was still functioning. All but four of the night staff had been accounted for. As the camera came online, she was able to count for bodies, huddled together against a wall in the stairwell.
“They're were I said, Goliath. I can count four people,” she spoke into the communications unit. Roughly five minutes later, the clan had the four humans and were gliding to the street below. They handed them off to the waiting paramedics.
“Go going guys,” came Lexington's voice over the communications unit. Just then, an alarm started ringing in the computer lab.
“Mirah, Lexington, what's going on,” came Goliath's voice.
“I don't know. The alarm is originating from the door to the roof of the castle, but I don't see anyone. Nor do I see anyone in any of the halls,” came her curt reply. With her last words, the door to the computer lab was thrown across the room and slammed into the wall.
“What was that,” came Goliath's shout. Looking into the doorway, Mirah felt like ice was flowing through her veins.
“Thailog,” her choked voice whispered. She could hear cursing on the other end of the comm unit, and could faintly register her surprise at Goliath's vocabulary. But the majority of her focus was directed at the figure in the doorway. 'Shit. This is not good' she thought.
“We're coming, Mirah. Just hold on,” came the frantic voice of Angela. She could understand her fear. It was Thailog, and he was unpredictable at the best of times.
She watched as a green blur flew at the large gargoyle, belatedly realizing it was Lexington. Thailog merely threw him aside like an annoying insect. The sound of the gargoyle hitting the wall was deafening, and he slumped to the ground unconscious.
“So, I finally get you alone and unprotected,” came the sinister voice from the doorway. She watched as the male came slowly into the room. Mirah began cautiously circling the opposite way that Thailog was walking. She could see the amusement in his eyes, and it didn't bode well for her. Her only chance was to get to the door, and hopefully the roof. She might have better maneuverability there.
“Now, you are scared of me, are you,” questioned the gargoyle, continuing his advance. As a matter of fact, she was scared. She might be a technical genius and able to use rudimentary magic, hell, she was also incredibly strong, but her she was still weaker than the male in front of her. And he was very smart. After all, he had been educated by Xanatos. Her only hope was to out think or out maneuver him. And she wasn't sure she could.
She was very close to the door now, but she couldn't give away her plan. When she was just feet from the door, she lunged for the opening. Surprisingly, she made it. Not so surprisingly, Thailog was on her before she'd taken more than a few steps toward the roof. He grabbed her around the waist, and she immediately began struggling, screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Fight all you want, woman, but you cannot escape me,” growled his voice behind her. Then she felt something being pressed against her face and the smell of chloroform hit her nose. She tried to push his arm away from her face and hold her breath, but she could keep it up. As she breathed in, the chemical rushed through her body. She could feel her mind getting hazy and her struggles weaker. Eventually, she couldn't see anything but black.
Thailog waited until the human's struggles ceased, and she hung limply in his arms. Such a strong will. He struggles had made him quicken with arousal, and he could already feel how delicious she would be to break. Dropping the cloth, he shifted the woman until she was draped over his arms, out cold. Smirking evilly, he headed back into the computer room. He picked up a discarded comm unit and brought it to his ear.
“Hello, Goliath,” he drawled. His smile only widened when he was greeted with curses.
“What have you done to them, Thailog,” came the guttural reply. The clan leader's anger was almost palpable.
“Oh, don't worry father, you little clan member is fine. He might have a hell of a headache, but other than that,” he trailed off, enjoying the torture he was inflicting on the other gargoyle.
“Where is Mirah,” came the demand. Thailog could only laugh. How delightful. It would seem he'd get to kill two birds with one stone. He would have the little female, and drive Goliath mad in the process.
“I'm afraid you won't get to see her for a little bit, father. She's...indisposed at the moment. Maybe when she wakes up, I'll contact you,” he replied. The last thing Goliath heard before the comm unit was shut off was Thailog's laughter.
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