Soul Mates, Part II

by Krystiana Slinky {krystiana@geocities.com} or {krystiana@hotmail.com}

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Are you actually reading this, or are you just going to skip it like most

people do? Well, if you are, then I guess you are patient and like reading

nonsense.

Anyway, Gargoyles belong to Disney/Buena Vista, all right? They aren't

mine, but I am sure you know that since you are reading this, and likes

Gargoyles. This story, however, is mine. You can't steal my idea. It's all

mine!!!!!!!!!!!!

Calm down, Krys...

Okay, now, if you are going to read this, you must read these other stories

first:

 

Music Says It All

To Live Again, Part I

To Live Again, Part II

Echoes of the Future

Companionship

The Gate (co-authored by Kristafori)

Soul Mates, Part I

 

I've also written something called "Temptation," but that is a whole other

universe, which was aptly named "The Altered Universe" by a friend of mine.

However, if you like seeing Brooklyn acting evil, I strongly recommend it. :)

 

This story is dedicated to my friend, Molly, AKA Banshee. (Yes, Molly is

her real name.) She helped me come up with this story idea. We actually got

the idea from walking around down at the Plaza, and we saw a movie poster

for "The Devil's Advocate." We had no idea what it was about, and this idea

sprung into our heads. Okay? So this is dedicated to her!

 

And we're off!

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"Previously on Gargoyles..."

 

{Soul Mates, Part I}

[Oberon removing the metal plate from the Banshee's mouth]

Banshee: Thank you, my lord.

[Banshee dissappearing from her bedroom]

 

Demona: We are soul mates.

Brooklyn: Maybe we're cursed.

 

[Brooklyn saving Molly from the muggers]

 

Brooklyn: Get out of my way.

[Brooklyn pushing Angela]

 

Demona: What is wrong with Brooklyn?

Hudson: I wish we knew, lass.

 

Brooklyn: Get out.

Demona: What?!

Brooklyn: Get out. I don't want to see you anymore.

Demona: No...

 

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Soul Mates, Part II

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Demona ran from the room, pushing past her daughter, trying to hide her

tears.

 

Brooklyn had rejected her.

 

Brooklyn, the one who had hated her the most, but still forgave her.

 

Brooklyn, the one who she would sacrifice her life for.

 

Brooklyn.

 

The one who loved her.

 

Her so-called "true love."

 

Demona snarled as she leapt off the building and glided away. She didn't

know where she was going. She didn't care.

 

No one could be trusted. She had learned that once, and forgotten it. But

now she knew, and this time she wouldn't forget.

 

* * *

 

"Are ye daft, lad?"

 

Brooklyn growled and turned to face Hudson.

 

"We heard the whole thing, lad. Now answer us in the right way, not

exploding and going into a cussing stream."

 

"I'll cuss all I fucking want to."

 

"I'll not hear that talk from ye-"

 

"Then leave."

 

Hudson's eyes widened. Brooklyn had never shown a lack of disrespect for

him. "Lad, ye'll not tell me what to do."

 

"I am the second-in-command," Brooklyn said calmly. "I thought that's what

I was supposed to do."

 

"Ye won't be fer long if ye keep this up."

 

"Really." Brooklyn yawned. "Does it look like I care?"

 

Hudson shook his head in disbelief. "Ye were chosen fer second-in-command

fer a good reason. Goliath thought ye would live up to it, take his place

someday. But ye are proving ta be the most careless in the clan right now."

 

"Am I?"

 

"Stop questioning me."

 

"And you stop ordering me around!" Brooklyn took a sterner tone of voice.

"I'm always ordered around, by everyone! It's like I'm not supposed to have

my own rules."

 

"Your rules suck right now," Broadway spoke up from behind Hudson.

 

Brooklyn glared at his rookery brother. "So what if they do? It's my choice

if I follow them or not." Broadway backed down.

 

"That's it," Brooklyn snarled. "I'm leaving." He turned to the window.

"Don't expect any phone call." With that, he jumped out of the window,

leaving his clan staring after him.

 

* * *

 

"Who wants to tell Goliath that his second-in-command left?"

 

"Not me," Lexington said to Broadway. "I've never seen him blow up like that."

 

"That's because something is obviously wrong with him," Angela said,

glaring at them.

 

"What is going here?" came a voice from behind them. They turned to see

Goliath and Bronx.

 

"Something is wrong with Brooklyn," Angela said.

 

Goliath looked at each of his clan. "What?"

 

"He's acting just a tad rebellious."

 

"Brooklyn has always been a little rebellious-"

 

"But this time he just ran out on us," Broadway interrupted.

 

"He basically dumped Demona," Lex said. "She ran out looking pissed."

 

Goliath's eyes widened. "We have to find both of them. Angela, go after

Demona. The rest of us will search for Brooklyn. Bronx, stay here and guard

the castle."

 

As the clan took their orders, Angela couldn't help noticing that Goliath

gave the orders like Brooklyn and Demona were their enemies.

 

It worried her.

 

* * *

 

Demona had left hurt, dumbstruck, and numb. Now she headed back to the

castle pissed and angry. She landed on the balcony of Brooklyn's room. Her

eyes were like twin lasers, scanning the balcony before going inside.

 

She stopped when she heard Fox Xanatos's voice.

 

"David, Brooklyn would never act like this."

 

"I don't know..." Xanatos said hesitantly.

 

"What, you're saying he's acting like it on purpose?"

 

"No. I was going say is that I don't know what is wrong with him."

 

"He yelled at everyone in the clan, except for Goliath and Bronx, and I'll

bet that's only because they weren't there."

 

"Fox, drop it. They'll find him."

 

"And what about Demona?"

 

Demona's eyes narrowed.

 

"How do you think she feels?"

 

"I don't know!"

 

"David-"

 

"Drop it!"

 

There was a sigh of frustration, and then steps fading into the distance.

 

~They already left to find him,~ Demona thought. ~I know how to find him

faster.~ Opening her mind, she concentrated on Brooklyn. Her powers weren't

as strong as they used to be from being out of practice, but she thought

she sensed a glimmer of power that could be identified as Brooklyn.

 

And it was in distress.

 

Demona glided off in a hurry, almost missing a current. She had to make a

stop before going to him. Even if he didn't love her anymore, she still

cared about him, and what happened to him.

 

* * *

 

Banshee laughed as her song rose another octive. The red gargoyle below her

cringed and covered his ears. He roared, trying to block out the sound, but

she only laughed again, bringing on another wave of pain...

 

A shot rang through the air. Banshee screamed out in pain and fell to the

ground. Clutching her stomach, she turned to face Elisa Maza.

 

"YOU!!" she screeched. "How could a man-made bullet hurt me?"

 

"Iron bullets," Elisa said calmly, still aiming the gun at Banshee. "I had

them made as soon as I got back from the Avalon quest."

 

Banshee moaned, and then looked over Elisa's shoulder at Demona. Banshee

then laughed.

 

"How do you like Brooklyn's new attitude?" she asked.

 

Demona gasped. "YOU did this?!" Banshee only laughed again before

disappearing, taking Brooklyn with her.

 

Demona roared at the empty air. Elisa put her gun back in her holster.

"What did she mean, `new attitude?'"

 

"She did something to Brooklyn. He's been rejecting everyone." Demona

stopped and looked down. "Including me."

 

"Oh, my god...I'm sorry," Elisa said, shaking her head. "I don't what I

would do in your place..."

 

"But you aren't in my place," Demona snarled, a hint of hostility seeping

through. Elisa narrowed her eyes.

 

"We have to find the others and tell them about this," she said. Demona

nodded and bent down. Elisa hopped onto her back.

 

"I still think I'm a little old for piggy-back," Elisa groaned.

 

"Do you have a better idea?" Demona said, trying to keep her balance. Elisa

shook her head, and Demona caught a draft and glided upward.

 

Elisa finally spotted Goliath and Hudson off to their right. "There!" She

pointed. She unhooked one hand from Demona's neck and waved it around.

"Goliath!" she called.

 

Goliath looked around and saw them. A faint trickle of surprise etched

itself across his face at the sight of Demona getting along with Elisa.

 

They glided up next to Goliath, and Elisa hopped from Demona's back to

Goliath's arms, much to the relief of Demona's back.

 

"We found Brooklyn," Elisa said. "But we lost him..."

 

"To a strange figure. She was green and...oh, my god..." Demona's voice

trailed off. ~My dream!~ she thought.

 

Elisa peered at Demona curiously. "What?" she asked. "Oh, never mind. It

was the Banshee."

 

"The Banshee?" Goliath said in surprise. "How is she here?"

 

"I don't know."

 

Hudson spoke up. "I take it ye know this...Banshee."

 

"Aye," Goliath said, nodding. "We met her in Ireland."

 

"And she hasn't changed from her pleasantful manner," Elisa said. "She did

some whammy on Brooklyn, and that's why he's acting so weird."

 

"We had best get back to the castle," Goliath said, veering towards the

left. "The others will be back soon, and perhaps Puck can help us."

 

* * *

 

Demona was restraining herself from strangling Owen.

 

"I apologize, Goliath, but I cannot offer any assistance."

 

Elisa was doing the same as Demona. "You can't even tell us if you know

what she's up to?"

 

"No, I cannot."

 

Elisa clenched and unclenched her fists and then cried out in frustration.

"You are an asshole sometimes, you know that!?"

 

Demona coughed to hide a laugh. Angela glanced at her mother with a raised

eyeridge.

 

"Miss Maza, what opinions you choose to express is your own affair," Owen

said, not in the slightest taken back. "But right now I have business to

attend to." He turned and walked stiffly away.

 

"Big help," Demona said, making a face. "Now what?"

 

"We have our own business to attend to," Goliath said. He turned around

with a flap of his wings.

 

Elisa, Angela, and Demona stayed behind while the others followed. Rather,

Demona was held back by Angela and Elisa.

 

"What-" she started.

 

"Time for your first girl talk, Demona," Elisa said. "I have a very

important question."

 

"Shoot," Demona said.

 

Elisa shook her head. "Not a smart thing to say to a woman with a loaded

gun," she muttered under her breath. ~Amazing how much Demona has changed

since Krystiana came...with how she talks, how she's been acting, and...~

 

"Elisa?"

 

"Sorry," Elisa said, shaking her head. " I was wondering, I know it seems

strange to ask, but...why aren't you worried about Brooklyn?"

 

Demona smiled warmly. "Now I know that he didn't reject me." She looked

down, slightly embaressed. "I know that he really cares for me, and it

wasn't some act all the time."

 

"Oh," Elisa said, satisfied.

 

"Is that all?"

 

"Yeah, for now."

 

"For now," Demona repeated, and sighed. "Perfect."

 

* * *

 

"What would the Banshee want with Brooklyn?"

 

Demona looked up at Lexington's question."I don't know."

 

"She was singing at him before I shot her," Elisa said. "And you know how

painful that is." Angela nodded in agreement.

 

Elisa turned to Demona. "How did you find Brooklyn before?"

 

Demona flinched. "Kind of...a built-in homing signal."

 

Elisa narrowed her eyes, then smiled. "Can you do it again?"

 

"Well," Demona said hesitantly. "It would be difficult since he was

unconsious last I saw him, but I could try."

 

"Wherever Brooklyn is, we're bound to find the Banshee as well," Goliath

said. Demona nodded.

 

She closed her eyes. Picturing Brooklyn in her mind, her eyes travelled

over the city. It came to a stop at an old building. A familiar building.

Demona gasped and snapped her eyes open.

 

"Demona?" Demona realized she was sitting on the ground. She looked at

Elisa. "You okay?"

 

"Yes. I...I know where Brooklyn is."

 

* * *

 

Six winged forms silently glided towards Saint Damian's cathedral. The site

where Demona had tried, and nearly succeeded, to destroy the human race.

She looked at the fallen windows.

 

~"Just a few more seconds and the world is ours."~

 

~"Sorry. Last moment change in plans."~

 

~Demona looked back to see Brooklyn. She pulled out her gun and aimed-~

 

Demona winced. She had shot him. She had shot Brooklyn only a year ago.

 

One year to heal.

 

One year to love again.

 

Demona folded her wings into a cape. The clan watched her, but no one said

anything. Demona could almost feel their eyes drilling into her back.

 

~They still don't trust me,~ she thought.

 

"Looking for someone?" The clan gasped and looked up at the floating

Banshee. Tied to a rafter was Brooklyn, still unconsious.

 

"Brooklyn!" Demona yelled, starting to run towards a wall to get airborne.

 

"Mother!" Angela ran after her. "Wait!"

 

Banshee smiled at the two running gargoyles. She laughed before she started

to sing.

 

Demona roared as the sound wave hit her. She was knocked back and fell onto

Angela.

 

"Goliath!" Elisa yelled, trying to be heard over Banshee. "She's louder

than before!"

 

Goliath looked around, trying to find something to cease the Banshee's

singing, but Banshee turned towards him. She stopped for a moment, then

snarled and hit a high note. Goliath sailed back into the wall. 

 

"Goliath!" Elisa yelled. She turned towards Banshee, pulling her gun. "Big

mistake, bitch." She aimed and fired. Banshee screamed, making the walls

around shake.

 

Elisa ran over to Goliath. "We have to get out of here. This place is going

to collapse at any second."

 

Goliath nodded, got up, and looked around. "Where's Demona?"

 

Elisa looked up. "Up there!"

 

Demona was on the rafters, climbing on all fours towards Brooklyn, and she

was dangerously close to Banshee. She lost her footing for a moment and

slipped off, but held on with one hand. She breathed a sigh of relief and

hoisted herself back up.

 

"Demona! Hurry!" Elisa pumped her gun as Goliath ushered everyone else

outside.

 

Demona reached Brooklyn and began to untie him. The rafters groaned beneath

their weight as she got one of the ropes off.

 

Elisa saw the rafter begin to give. "DEMONA! MOVE!" she shouted, praying

that the rafter wouldn't break...

 

It broke.

 

* * *

 

Angela stared at the wreakage of the cathedral. "Mother... Brooklyn..." She

shook her head in disbelief.

 

Goliath had drug Elisa to the corner just in time.

 

Lexington shook his head with a sullen look on his face. "Who knew that

that one rafter held up the entire place?"

 

Angela slowly walked to the edge of the fallen building. "M-maybe there's a

ch-chance they s-survived..." she stuttered, refusing to give up hope.

 

"Aye," Hudson agreed. "Those two have managed to get out of worse scrapes

than this."

 

"Worse?" Broadway said. "I don't think so."

 

* * *

 

Demona held up the piece of wood that was keeping the debris from crushing

them both.

 

"Brooklyn," she said, nudging him with her foot. "Wake up."

 

A groan escaped from his lips. His eyes flickered open and saw Demona. He

snarled and backed up, banging his head against a stray piece of wood. He

put a hand on his head and snarled again.

 

"I told you I don't want to see you anymore," he growled at her.

 

"Brooklyn," Demona started. "A fae named Banshee did something to you-"

 

"Yeah, right," Brooklyn said, crossing his arms.

 

"It's true."

 

"Really, nothing is wrong with me!" Brooklyn sounded annoyed.

 

Demona coughed. "Brooklyn, we have to get out of here. There's not much

air. I'll survive because of..." Demona stopped. "We just have to get out

of here."

 

Brooklyn just sat in stoney silence.

 

Demona shook her head. "ANGELA!!!" she shouted. "GOLIATH! ELISA!" She shook

her head and coughed again. "Somebody hear me..."

 

* * *

 

Angela perked up. "Did you hear that?" she said. Everyone else quieted down.

 

The call came again. "That's Demona!" Elisa said in surprise.

 

"They're alive!"  Angela cried happily. She began digging immediatley.

 

* * *

 

Demona groaned as the weight she held up became heavier. "Brooklyn..." she

gasped. "Hand me that piece of wood over there." She gestured with her head

to the hunk of wood that Brooklyn had bumped his head against.

 

Brooklyn watched her, not doing anything. Just sitting, watching.

 

"Brooklyn!" Demona growled. Her feet began slipping and the wood above her

groaned. "Please, Brooklyn..."

 

He still only watched.

 

"DO SOMETHING!" Demona yelled at him.

 

The only reaction was a blink.

 

Demona's eyes flashed red in frustation. She lifted one of her feet and

kicked the piece of wood. It flew over to her and it landed at her feet.

She picked it up and propped it against the pile of debris over them.

 

She let go of the piece of wood over their heads. She sat down, gasping.

 

"You're crazy," Demona said to Brooklyn in a matter-of-fact voice.

 

Brooklyn only smiled, and still watched her.

 

* * *

 

AVALON

 

Oberon summoned the Weird Sisters.

 

"Yes, my lord?" Luna said.

 

"Banshee is gone," Oberon said. "You know what to do."

 

"Yes, my lord," Selene said.

 

A flash, and they were gone. Oberon sat back in his chair, no emotion on

his face for a moment.

 

He slowly smiled.

 

* * *

 

MANHATTAN

 

Demona sagged against the wall. She glanced at her would-be love again.

 

The smile on his face had not faded. He still watched her. She couldn't

tell if he was really seeing or just watching.

 

~We'll find a way to make you better, Brooklyn,~ Demona swore inwardly.

 

"Demona?" Angela's hesitant voice echoed down.

 

"Angela!" Demoan called back. "We're down here!"

 

A thread of light edged through the darkness. The hole widened, and Angela

looked through.

 

"Mother!" she cried. She called back over her shoulder, apparently to the

others. "I found them!"

 

Demona looked at Brooklyn, holding out a hand. "Are you coming?"

 

Brooklyn didn't say anything. He didn't move, either.

 

"Brooklyn, please," Demona said.

 

Angela looked at Brooklyn's emotionless face. He only watched them, not

moving.

 

"Aren't you a little old for the silent treatment?" Angela said to Brooklyn.

 

Demona finally walked up to Brooklyn and put a hand under his arms, lifting

him up. She dragged him over the hole that Angela had made. Angela reached

down a grabbed him. Together, they hoisted him out.

 

"Lad, ye have got to act normally," Hudson was saying to Brooklyn as Demona

crawled out.

 

"He won't say anything," Demona said, looking down. "I-"

 

A deep rumbling began beneath their feet. A green transparent hand burst up

through the debris.

 

"HOW DARE YOU?!" Banshee leapt out of the pile of rubble. She faced Elisa.

 

"A HUMAN DARES TO HARM ME?" she yelled. Elisa cried out in pain. Banshee

reached out and put a hand around Elisa's neck. "I'LL MAKE YOU SUFFER!"

 

Demona was the closest to Banshee. Her eyes lit up red, and she leapt at

Banshee, knocking her away from Elisa. Pinning Banshee to the ground,

Demona growled.

 

"What did you do to Brooklyn?" Demona asked in a low voice.

 

"I won't answer you, so there's no point in asking," Banshee  said.

 

"But there is," Elisa said, walking up beside Demona. She pointed the gun

directly at Banshee's head. "You answer her or I'll shoot you right in the

middle of your forehead."

 

Banshee laughed. "There is not point in telling you, either. You won't win,

anyway."

 

"What did you to him?" Demona repeated.

 

"I've stolen his soul," Banshee stated.

 

"You've - what?" Elisa asked, confused.

 

"Stolen his soul," Banshee said in a louder voice. She smiled and slipped

away from Demona's loosened grasp. "Ironic, isn't it?" she said to Demona.

"Hard to be soul mates with someone if one doesn't have a soul."

 

Demona shook her head and looked at Brooklyn, who only watched with his

arms still crossed. Demona snarled and whipped her head back towards

Banshee. "You'll pay for this! I'll find a way to kill you, I swear!"

 

Banshee only laughed. "His soul gives me power. I have two humans and his

souls. That amplifies my voice almost a hundred times. I just haven't used

it to it's full ability yet." She laughed again, dissappearing. "But I will."

 

Demona roared again. Elisa placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm

her down.

 

"It'll be okay," Elisa said in a reassuring voice.

 

"Yes, Ms. Psychic," Demona snarled. "Taking up fortune telling?"

 

Elisa sighed. Goliath looked at the brightening sky. "The sun will be up

soon. We have just enough time to make it back to the Aerie building."

 

* * *

 

Demona looked out at the stone statue of Brooklyn. In her human form, it

was easy to show emotions. Her face showed sorrow, betrayal...

 

And revenge.

 

Brooklyn slept alone. The others had gone into the castle, leaving Brooklyn

to himself, although they did watch him through a window to make sure he

was going to be okay. Elisa walked up next to Demona.

 

"I'm sure he'll be okay," Elisa said.

 

Demona glanced at her. "But what if he won't? What if he is like this

forever?" She bit her lower lip to keep from crying. "What if he will never

care about me...about anyone again?" She lost the fight with her tears. She

couldn't believe she was crying in front of this...human.

 

But Elisa wasn't shocked or disgusted. Instead, she led Demona away from

the window.

 

* * *

 

LAST NIGHT

 

Molly looked at the gargoyle with one thought in her mind - revenge. This

gargoyle was of the same clan as that foolish gargoyle dog that had ruined

her plans last time.

 

But the gargoyle could be of more use than just revenge. He could fit in

her plans quite nicely.

 

She launched back into her helpless girl act. "I-I...oh, God..."

 

"Are you all right?" the gargoyle repeated.

 

Molly nodded, pretending to not being able to speak. "Thank you," she said

quietly.

 

The gargoyle looked surprised. "You're welcome." The gargoyle stopped,

peering at her. For a solid second, Molly thought he could see through her

disquise.

 

"Do you have a place to go?"

 

Molly shook her head. The gargoyle turned and looked up at the sky. "I can

take you to the police station. They can take care of you..." he turned

back, only to see Banshee.

 

"What..." he started.

 

"I am called the Banshee," she said.

 

"You're...fae, aren't you?" Banshee nodded.

 

"I do not like using my normal fae powers, but they do come in use at

times." Banshee smiled, and raised a hand and began to cast the spell that

would give her his soul.

 

"Thou mortal before me

Thy hast something I need

Thy soul is mine

And the power divine!"

 

The spell was corny, but it was an old spell that was never used. Until now.

 

Brooklyn roared in pain and clutched his chest as if he was having a heart

attack. He was forced to one knee as a glow began inside in him. The glow

grew, and became visible. His eyes lit up. He snarled, and a burst of white

light came forth from his lips, shooting into the Banshee.

 

Banshee could feel her powers boost. She felt strong enough to  take on

Oberon. The gargoyle, however...

 

Banshee looked down at the red gargoyle, and for the first time noticed his

pendant he wore. Her eyes widened for a moment.

 

It was no matter. She could take on Goliath. With her boosted voice she did

not need Crom Cruoch or anyone.

 

She could take on Goliath's entire clan.

 

* * *

 

PRESENT

 

Fox Xanatos watched the stone skin fly. The soulless gargoyles stretched

with no emotion his face. Fox and Elisa had kept Demona company the whole

day, trying to console her, all efforts failing.

 

"He's up," Fox said quietly.  Demona, now in her gargoyle form, looked up.

 

"I need to talk to him," she said sternly.

 

"Are you sure?" Elisa said, turning around. Demona was already leaping out

the window.

 

* * *

 

*Brooklyn?*

 

"What?" Brooklyn said, not turning around.

 

*We're going to make you better.*

 

"I'm fine."

 

*Brooklyn, you don't have a soul.*

 

"What's a soul?"

 

~Very funny,~ Demona thought. But it actually wasn't. Brooklyn wasn't joking.

 

*A soul is what allows you to be a person. To love.*

 

"Do you have a soul?"

 

*I love you Brooklyn. Yes, I have a soul. You have one, too.*

 

"Where is it?"

 

*Someone stole it from you.*

 

"Who?"

 

Demona didn't answer.

 

"Who, Demona?"

 

*Someone with great power. But we're going to get it back, Brooklyn. I swear.*

 

Brooklyn fell silent for a moment. "Why are you so concerned about getting

it back?"

 

*Because I love you.*

 

"Why?"

 

Now Demona couldn't answer. *I can't tell you.*

 

* * *

 

Banshee watched the exchange with interest. ~The gargoyle vows to defeat

me?~ she though, chuckling softly.  ~Good luck, immortal.~

 

"Sister, you left Avalon without permission."

 

"Oberon is not pleased."

 

Banshee turned, expecting to see the three sisters, but only saw empty air.

 

She breathed out. "Nonsense," she said softly. "What would those three be

doing here?"

 

"Bringing you home."

 

Banshee gasped and reeled back.

 

There was still no one there. She had imagined it. She laughed out loud.

What could those three possibly do to the Banshee, anyway?"

 

"YOU!!" Banshee heard Demona's shout from below. Without realising it, she

had revealed her hiding place when she backed up.

 

And Demona was angry enough to kill her.

 

* * *

 

Demona heard a laugh from above and saw a green fog. Demona roared and

shouted at Banshee.

 

Banshee opened her mouth and prepared to blast Demona away with a song, but

Demona didn't give her the chance to sing. She leapt up onto the Banshee

and clapped a hand over her mouth, snarling.

 

"Not so confident without your voice, `eh?" Demona growled. Banshee glared

at her.

 

"Demona!" Elisa ran onto the balcony. Distracted, Demona looked up. Banshee

used the moment to her advantage and kicked Demona off.

 

Banshee stood up with a look of hatred on her face. "You DARE attack me?"

she yelled. Elisa cried out in pain and Demona cringed.

 

Banshee floated up into the air, levitating feet off the ground. She began

singing. It wasn't really a song, just a series of notes getting higher and

higher.

 

Elisa was blown back almost immediatley. Demona fought for her ground, but

lost it and tumbled back besides Elisa. They were hanging onto the edge of

the wall. A rock flew back and smacked straight through Demona's left wing.

Demona roared in pain.

 

Banshee stopped and smiled. Taking in a breath of air, she sang one last

note, knocking them both off the building. Demona caught Elisa and tried to

glide, but her injured wing hurt too much.

 

Elisa had one thought. ~I'm going to die.~

 

* * *

 

As Brooklyn watched Demona and Elisa tumble over the edge of the Aerie

building, something clicked. He felt that he should try and help them, but

he didn't understand why.

 

He stared at Banshee for a moment. He thought for a moment, and then ran

over to the side of the building.

 

Demona had one hand plunged into the rock and another holding onto Elisa's

foot. Demona looked up and saw Brooklyn.

 

"My love," she moaned. "Please...remember...last night..."

 

"I remember," Brooklyn said. "I just don't care."

 

Demona let a tear slip down her cheek. She looked down. "Please..."

 

Brooklyn watched and a thought entered his mind. He wasn't so sure if he

didn't care anymore or if he did. He didn't know.

 

Demona's hand began to slip, her claws scratching the stone as they slid

down the rock. Without understanding, Brooklyn reached down and grabbed

Demona's hand. Mustering strength, he pulled them both up.

 

Elisa looked a little dizzy after having all the blood rush to her head,

but otherwise fine. Demona stared at Brooklyn, as was Banshee.

 

"How could..." Banshee began. "How could you take it back?"

 

Demona smiled at her love as he answered. "A soul isn't just an object you

can steal. It's not only about who you care about, it's about who cares

about you, too."

 

"Touching," Banshee sneered. "But I still have a human's soul, and I can

get more-"

 

"I do not think so, Banshee." Luna appeared first behind Banshee.

 

"You are supposed to be on Avalon." Phoebe appeared next to her sister.

 

"Oberon sent us to retrieve you." Selene came forward last.

 

Luna spoke up again. "Oberon gave your voice back to you as a gift-"

 

"Not to be used as a weapon," Selene added.

 

"You are returning with us." Luna raised a hand, pointing to the east with

two fingers. He sisters mimicked the gesture. There was a flash, and the

Banshee yelled as all four of them dissappeared.

 

Demona turned to Brooklyn. "Are you truly back?" Brooklyn nodded. "But how?"

 

"I don't know, but when you talked to me that last time, something clicked.

It was like my soul slowly drained back into me," Brooklyn said, looking at

her.

 

Elisa coughed, a pointed sound. "I think I'll leave you two alone. I'll go

tell Goliath and the others that you're back." With a grin, she ran into

the castle.

 

"I'm so sorry," Brooklyn began.

 

"It wasn't your fault." Demona walked up to Brooklyn, smiling.

 

"But I didn't care about anyone, and I knew it. I just didn't care."

Brooklyn turned away from Demona.

 

"It's all right now," Demona said, drawing his head back towards her.

"You're back." Brooklyn smiled and slowly drew her into an embrace.

 

"Aurora," Brooklyn whispered.

 

"What?" Demona looked up.

 

"You are my Aurora," Brooklyn said louder. "The coven called you that, and

I've been thinking that the name...Demona...was misleading."

 

"You may call me what you wish," Demona said. Absently, she thought of

Goliath's pet name for her, `Angel of the Night.' She like Aurora much

better. Much less corny.

 

Brooklyn looked down at Demona, at Aurora. "Aurora and Brooklyn."

 

Aurora smiled. "Brooklyn and Aurora."

 

"Whatever." Aurora laughed.

 

"The coven never gave you name," she said. Brooklyn shook his head. "We'll

think of one."

 

"I like Brooklyn," he said, pretending to be hurt.

 

"So do I," Aurora said, smiling. "So do I. Except I love Brooklyn." She put

an arm around his neck, and kissed him.

 

* * *

 

Elisa smiled. Goliath smiled. Behind them, the clan smiled.

 

Brooklyn was okay.

 

* * *

 

"I still can't stay." Aurora pulled back from Brooklyn.

 

"Why?" Brooklyn said, sounding pained.

 

"I need to forgive myself, like I said last time." Aurora looked down. "I'm

sorry." She turned and put a foot on the edge of the castle.

 

She turned back and looked at him. "I promise I'll come back, my love." SHe

luached herself off the side of the castle.

 

Brooklyn watched her glide off. "But will you keep this promise, Aur?" he

whispered to the wind.

 

"She will," a voice behind him said. He turned and saw Luna, alone.

 

"Where are your sisters?" he asked.

 

"On Avalon, where I will be in a few minutes. But I must speak with you."

 

"What?"

 

"Tonight was a test on your control over the Powers."

 

"The...what?"

 

"You will find out soon," Luna said, and looking like the Chesire cat, she

dissappeared.

 

Brooklyn sighed and turned back to the direction that Aurora had glided.

"Goodbye, Aur."

 

THE END

 

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Okay, how was it? HMM???? I really wanna know. Gimme praise or critic

stuff. --krystiana@geocities.com-- or

--krystiana@hotmail.com--

 

Joy, you read it, I think. :)

 

--   -- I need help! I can't think of a name for Brooklyn. What do you

think he should be named? E-mail me with suggestions. For instance, Demona

was named Aurora for the color of her hair, which I explain in the next

three fanfics, which are called...

 

THE COVEN SAGA

 

Yup, I am finally getting around to writing it. Anyway, I need a name for

Brooklyn. So gimme one! I will give you lotsa credit and stuff. Sorry, I

don't have anything to bribe you with.

 

 

******

Coming Soon!!!!

The Coven Saga, Part I: The Awakening -  Nothing can seperate true friends

- not even death.

 

The Coven Saga, Part II: The Struggle - TBA

 

The Coven Saga, Part III: The Fury - TBA