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My Salvation	By : sesshyluver Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 4452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter One: Little Orphan Annie

Xanatos told his driver to pull over next to a dark alleyway. This was the place his informant had told him about. Exiting the car, he heard angry shouting and flesh meeting flesh violently. He patted his hip, insuring the small firearm was still holstered where he’d put it when he got the call. It was always advantageous to be prepared. He calmly walked to the entrance of the narrow divide between buildings, darkness obscuring the surroundings. He could faintly make out two figures, one quite small and definitely female with what appeared to be a humped back, and the other big and burly, obviously male. They were fighting and it looked like the female was winning. Most people would find this odd, but Xanatos had never been most people and showed no surprise at the fight’s progress.

The man was thrown against a wall and stumbled back to his feet, still shouting at the petite figure facing him. A fist flew through the air, connecting with a sickening crunch into the man’s face. He cried out in pain, grabbing what Xanatos assumed was his nose which looked as if it was bleeding profusely. Mostly likely it was broken. The mystery man looked up just in time to see another punch coming his way before it too connected, and he fell to the ground, out cold. The female spat on the man before turning toward the entrance of the alleyway and stopped suddenly when she spotted her silent observer. Cautiously, she approached the stranger, prepared to flee if necessary.

“Who are you,” she questioned wearily, eyes roving, calculating a plan of escape. There was a definite aura of power and control about the man, and despite her obvious strength, she didn’t think it wise to challenge him.

“My name is Xanatos. A man by the name of Falcon sent me here,” he replied casually. He didn’t want to scare the poor thing. He noticed what he thought was a flash of recognition and smiled kindly (he hoped) at her tense figure. Sometimes he still wondered how he’d become so soft. Before his wife and son came and the gargoyles moved back permanently, he would have not been here, ready to give someone help without it being completely in his favor.

“I know who you are. Why would Falcon send you? You’re not from the lab,” she shot back quickly, clearly still suspicious of his actions. He couldn’t really blame her. From what Falcon had told him, life hadn’t been easy for her. What ever they did to that poor girl is beyond imagining, Xanatos. I’ve seen lab animals treated more humanely than she was.

“He and I are old acquaintances. I’ve come to offer you a job. I hear your skills are quite unique,” he answered. Truly, if what his old colleague said was true, this slip of a girl was in danger if she wasn’t taken somewhere safe soon. Her abilities were quite extraordinary and highly sought after. He wouldn’t be surprised if the man she’d just dispatched had been a crony of some crook trying to get her skills working for his own. At least with her under his and the gargoyles protection, they might be able to find out more about what happened to her and why.

“What kind of job? And what abilities do you think I have,” she asked, though her voice did sound much less weary and far more curious than before. Maybe getting her back to his company headquarters wouldn’t be so hard after all. At least she was willing to listen.

“I need someone handy with technology, especially computers and combining it with magic. Your skills will be quite useful,” he supplied. He purposefully left out the part about her mutation. He wanted her to feel comfortable enough to tell him and the clan on her own. He watched as she finally stepped into the light of the streetlamp. He was shocked to see how young she was. She didn’t look much older than seventeen. She was small, both in stature and weight. Her body looked almost sickly from obvious lack of food. The other thing he noticed was her eyes. They were the most amazing shade of light ocean blue with an outer ring of dark lavender, part of her mutation he assumed. A pair of backpack straps explained the hump.

“What kind of pay are we talking about,” she inquired. Xanatos had to try very hard to keep himself from smiling in triumph and relief. If she was asking about money it was most likely that she was going to accept his offer.

“It pays five hundred a week, plus room and board. Since you know who I am, you must also know about the castle that sits on the roof of my company and the resident gargoyles there. You will be working mostly with them and living there as well,” he replied. He could practically see her brain calculating the pros and cons of his offer and her conclusion that it was worth a try.

“All right, I accept. Name’s Mirah,” she responded, holding out her hand for him to shake. He clasped it firmly, sealing the deal. He released her and turned, gesturing for her to precede him to the car. She hesitated a moment before striding resolutely to the waiting vehicle. Opening the door for her, Xanatos watched as she slid into the back seat before closing it. He walked around the back and got in on the other side. He noticed she was fidgeting and began to ask her questions in the hopes of distracting her.

“Falcon told me a little about the lab. I know what was done to you, but I was hoping for specifics when we got back. I was thinking of having a conference with the gargoyle clan that lives with me. I imagine they would be highly interested in your story,” he began, paying careful attention to her body language. He didn’t want to agitate her. Falcon had told him the lab was a delicate subject with her.

“That’s fine. Maybe once you know my story you can help me. Knowing Falcon, he thought the same thing. That’s probably the only reason he told you about me,” the girl murmured, looking out the window of the vehicle, taking in the passing scenery. He noticed she wasn’t fidgeting quite as much; a good sign. They rode the rest of the way to his company in silence, both lost in their own thoughts.

Once they reached his headquarters, they both exited the car and made their way up the short flight of stairs to the entrance. Nodding to the security guards flanking the automatic doors, he guided Mirah in and toward the elevators. The ride up was as silent as the vehicle had been. It seemed like an eternity until they reached the top floor, the elevator opening to a rather plush office. Striding toward a pair of oak doors directly across the room, Xanatos swung them open and beckoned for the girl to follow him.

They walked down a rather large hallway, more like a corridor, to a flight of stairs. The stairway was narrow and dim. What little light there was were from small wall lamps every ten feet, casting an eerie glow. By the time they reached the top, Mirah was slightly out of breath from the exercise. It didn’t help that she was still recovering from the fight in the alleyway. The man might have lost, but he had been pretty big and very angry, making for one hell of a workout. She noticed another set of large wooden doors a little ways down the newest corridor, far bigger than the first set in what she assumed had been Xanatos’s office. It looked like this was the entrance to the castle that rested on top of the man’s building. When they reached the newest set of doors, Xanatos turned to her and spoke.

“Are you ready? The clan already knows to expect me. I told them where I was going to before I left and they said they wanted to know the details when I returned,” he spoke, preparing her to face a group of complete strangers. She wasn’t nervous because they were gargoyles. The world had become decidedly pro-gargoyle after the New York clan saved a train full of passengers after their recent exposure to the human world. She even knew of two humans who had married gargoyles last year. The weddings, held right after sunset, had been highly publicized and hailed as a coming of age for humanity.

“I’m ready,” she said, self-consciously smoothing her tattered clothing in a futile effort to appear more presentable.

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Goliath stared around the great hall moodily, back braced against cool stone, arms crossed. His clan should be on patrol tonight, but Xanatos had run out saying he was going to pick up some girl downtown that his colleague had called him about. He wanted the clan to be here when he returned so they could talk with her. He didn’t see why the man thought it was so imperative for them to meet this human, but apparently there was something important concerning her. He could see the others were impatient as well, but probably because they were curious and wanted to find out why Xanatos had been so adamant they stay.

“I wonder how much longer they’re going to be,” Brooklyn broke the silence, not asking anyone in particular.

“I’m sure it will be soon, laddie,” Hudson’s deep brogue answered. Goliath just snorted quietly under his breath. He didn’t really care. Since Elisa had run off with Matt, he hadn’t been all that happy with the human race in general. He still protected the city; it was his duty after all. He just didn’t have the same love for it as before. Being betrayed tended to do that to someone. I don’t love you. I was confused, caught in the moment. Besides, we’re not even from the same species. It would never work. Her words kept ringing in his ears, even a year and a half later.

It had all been a bunch of bull anyway. Not more than six months later, two humans had married gargoyles, throwing any excuses Elisa had out the window. The world had celebrated with the happy couples, showing their support. He knew the real reason she’d left him for her human partner. He had followed her back to her apartment the night she’d ended it and listened as she and the other detective talked.

“So I guess you told him. How did he take it,” Matt asked worriedly as Elisa walked in the door of her apartment. She took off her jacket and hung it on the hook by the door, throwing her keys in a bowl resting on a small side table before turning to her lover and kissing him passionately. Pulling back, Goliath watched the smile of satisfaction appear on the woman’s face.

“He took it exactly how I thought he would, hard,” she replied, letting go of Matt and strolling into her small kitchen. She busied herself with fixing some tea as she continued talking to her male companion.

“Don’t get me wrong; I do feel bad. But let’s face it. Goliath and I weren’t going to last. For one thing, he’s not even human. I mean, it was fun when it was a big secret and all, but now everyone knows about them. I sort of lost my enthusiasm after that. I don’t think I can handle a relationship with a thing, no matter what the public opinion is,” she said casually. It was obvious that Elisa didn’t really care about what she’d done to him by leading him on for the last six years. It appeared the danger and thrill of trying to keep the clan’s existence a secret had been the real allure.

“But what about the clan? Aren’t you going to stay friends with them,” Matt voiced a small bit of shame evident in his voice. He hadn’t wanted it to end like this. He loved Elisa, but he also cared for the clan. So had the Elisa he’d fallen for. Maybe he’d really fallen for a mask. He hoped not.

“I think it’s just better if we sever all ties. I like them, but I’m tired,” had been her answer. Goliath had heard enough. Betrayal heavy in his heart, he had turned and flown home.

Even after so long, it still stung. Goliath could understand about not wanting to be with him. But the biggest hurt had been Elisa’s complete disregard for the clan and what she had done to them. It hadn’t been easy for him or the clan to accept a human in their presence. They had connected with what they thought was another being who cared about protecting those around her. Each year that she had been with them, she had been integrated more and more into clan life. They had all seen her as one of their own. Having to explain her desertion of them had been difficult, especially with Lexington. He was the most emotional of their group and had seen Elisa as a parental figure.

Goliath was yanked from his internal musings by the creak of the great oaken doors that allowed entrance to the great hall. He glanced up just as Xanatos walked in with a small figure behind him. As the man stepped to the side, the female was revealed to the clan’s gaze and he had to keep himself from displaying his surprise for all to see. She was quite young and small. She couldn’t have been more than a few inches over five feet, mid-chest if she stood next to him. Her eyes were striking and framed by thick eyebrows that were just short of being overbearing. Her round found was complimented by straight, shoulder length light brown hair and blunt cut bangs. She had high cheekbones and a small, straight nose. The tattered closes she wore were not able to completely hide the body underneath them. It was obvious she was too thin, but she had high, firm, full breasts, tapered waist, and nicely flared hips. Despite her height, she had extremely long legs. Goliath imagined she would have a beautiful figure if she wasn’t so malnourished. The sound of Xanatos’s voice snapped him out of his daze.

“I would like to introduce Mirah…” Xanatos began, trailing off when he realized he did not know the girl’s last name. Looking at her expectantly, he waited for her to fill in the blanks.

“Rhoder. My name is Mirah Lynn Rhoder,” she finished, eyeing each of the gargoyles in turn. The rest of the clan introduced themselves, welcoming the stranger into their midst. Goliath just watched quietly from his corner. Finally, he couldn’t take anymore of the inane chatter. Clearing his throat and silencing the murmuring, he began to speak.

“Why exactly was it so important for us to meet this girl, Xanatos? She doesn’t appear to possess any special gift that was imperative we know of,” he asked roughly. He just didn’t have it in him to act nice, especially having just found her attractive. He didn’t need another betrayal so soon after the last. He heard the rest of his clan voice their own puzzlement as to the importance of the girl. When she finally answered, he was pleasantly surprised by the sound of her voice. It was deep and husky. Because of her size, he had been expecting an unpleasantly high voice.

“Because I’m a human gargoyle hybrid,” she answered, shocking everyone in the room save for the only lone human male. He just smiled amusedly.

Hey everyone! I'm soooo sorry I haven't been posting stories for a looong time. I seem to have gotten my muse back so we'll see what comes out of my head. Remember, read and review because it helps me come up with new stuff.

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