by: Spacebabie

Email: LadyAndromeda@smstars.zzn.com

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Becoming

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The grass of Central Park felt cool and damp underneath Jon Canmore’s large naked feet. He crouched low against a tree waiting for her to arrive. He has been tracking The Demon for a while now and he recently came across an important clue that old him she will make an appearance here that night.

His patience paid off as he caught a glimpse of her azure form coming in for a landing. Keeping low and his heart pounding he made his way across the shadows until he was right behind her.

"Got ye," His voice was low.

"So you finally tracked me down," She said slowly turning around.

"Na’ fer the reason ye think." He reached for her. The Demon’s lightening reflex’s brought her hands around his wrists.

"Quite an improvement." She examined his hands. His light green skin against her sky blue. They were slightly larger than hers and the talons were just as sharp. "Nice." She stroked each digit.

"But na’ as nice as yers," He got closer to her and placed one of his hands on her shoulder. "Such a lovely creature." Canmore’s other hand caressed her chin as he lifted her face up. He closed his eyes before placing his nose in her fiery hair and inhaling. The scent of cinnamon and roses made his heart beat faster. His face pressed against the side of her head and slid down to the pointed tip of her ear. Jon took it into his mouth and gently nibbled.

"But I killed your father."

"He was just a human." His lips traveled down her jaw line pecking until he came to her mouth and pressed his mouth against hers. The demon gasped as she met his kiss with a little more passion. Her hands slid up his neck and gripped his jaw before she pulled away.

"Not bad for starters." He felt the tips of her talons prick his shoulders before she massaged them. Her hand slid down and gently grabbed his chest before she slinked behind. "I could teach you things." The Demon’s tail wrapped around his thigh. "If you want me too." Her hands grasped the thickest part of his wing arms and slid up and down while her mouth massaged his shoulder blades. Jon’s toes sank deep into the soft earth and his manhood rose. The end of his tail found its way up the warm area between her thighs. "I don’t have to teach you too much my hunter," She breathed between moans. He removed his tail and spun around.

"I want ye to teach me and punish me when I’m bad," He said before gently kissing her neck.

"What else do you want?"

"To sire yer spawn. Fer our children to remove the human plague." Her mouth found his again before her tongue reached out to touch his. His arms slowly moved down her back and found her leather belt. He traced the leather band until he reached the buckle and undid her cloth and let article of clothing fall to the ground. She separated from him and undid his loin cloth.

"You are a big boy," Her soft voice caused his already enlarged member to bob up and down. "Let me warm it up for you."

"D’ ye want to be on top?" his throat felt tight as he whispered

"No, dominate me my demon lord." He lowered her body to the ground and straddled her. Her muscular thighs wrapped around his waist and pulled him down. Without further hesitation he slid inside.

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Jon bolted straight up. He was still in bed and still in Elumore. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face. He knew it was still night without even looking at his own hands. Despite the light being out the Hunter’s vision was a sharp as a nocturnal predator. Every object was easily recognized.

"Is that what I will become?" Jon whispered when he remembered the dream. Was he going to turn evil? Was he going to be a traitor to humanity. Was he going to be The Demon’s mate? The last thought made his stomach twist into knots. Leaping out of bed he made his way to his bathroom, trying to keep his large deformed feet flat on the ground.

After collapsing on the floor Canmore heaved his guts into the toilet. Mostly bile, but just the thought of touching her made him nauseous. When the last wave had left he stood back up and flushed, then stumbled towards the sink.

He stared at the mirror after he was finished washing up. A light green gargoyle with a styracosaurus frill stared back. Jason told him he wasn’t an ugly gargoyle and his sister and some of the female employees of Elumore told him he was handsome in both forms. He still had the same nose, chin, cheekbones, and smile, but his eyes were different. They were not bigger nor smaller but they were black. Like the eyes of a demon.

"I’m nae going t’ let ye take over," Jon said. "I am still in control. Just because m’ body has transformed doesn’t mean I changed inside. A human is still in charge. Me." Part of him wanted to smash his fist through the glass, but he didn’t. He broke two mirrors before and all that did was earn him stitches and a lot of lecturing. If he did break it that would prolong his stay, and after breakfast he was going to be signed out.

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The jingling of keys were heard before the clicking of a door being unlocked. Robyn Canmore opened the door to the apartment she shared with Jason, and now Jon.

"Home sweet home brothers," Robyn entered carrying a folder and her purse. "The sofa turns into a bed. Yer to sleep on it Jonny."

"Aye," The blond man said as he entered the room carrying a suitcase. "Where do I put m’ stuff?"

"Set it down fer now," Robyn answered and studied a sheet of paper before pressing a few buttons on the small rectangular box that was next to the door frame. A small series of beeps were heard. Jon heard a similar group of beeps coming from his ankle. The metallic cuff that was there had a flashing light.

"Is it set?" Jason rolled in. He had a small white paper bag in his lap

"Aye, now I have t’ set the ones over the windows," Robyn walked through the living room.

"I’m na’ going to be committing suicide," Jon said. "I want t’ live."

"It’s na’ that," His brother said. "We just dinnae want ye to be gliding off."

"Nae the thought. I will ne’er use those abominations."

"Wings. They are called wings. Yer ne’er going t’ get better if ye keep the idea of ye as a monster."

"All set," Robyn returned. "Jon ye can put yer things in the hall closet." She opened up the folder.

"Is that his medical folder?" Jason asked. "Let me see." He rolled closer to his sister. Robyn held it high above her head and placed her other hand on Jason’s face.

"Ladies first."

"Yer nae a lady."

"I’ll read it out loud." She lowered her arm and opened the folder. " While we treat the subject like a regular human patient at all times he is not one hundred percent human. At night he goes through a painful physical metamorphosis into a gargoyle. Most of his changes are very noticeable but some are not so easily seen. The claws on his hands and feet are indeed sharp as the spikes that form on the top of his head, and the claws on his wing fingers. We are not sure if that is the correct term or not. The double pointed spurs on his elbow are not sharp enough to cut but they can puncture if he puts enough muscle in to it. Below the neck his completely hairless." Robyn took a pause. "Aye he did mention that." She continued. "His naval has closed up making it appear as if he never had one to begin with. After the transformation the subject becomes hungry. When angered or injured a chemical in his eyes causes a bioluminescent effect and a growl erupts from his throat. He has been trying to supress those natraul tendencies. Careful when touching his back. His wing blades are sensitive. A signal stroke can cause a-" Her cheeks flushed when she saw the end of the sentence. "Here ye can have it." She handed it the folder to Jason and went to see if her other brother needed any help.

Jon had finished putting everything away. He had just hung up his torn hospital outfit when she approached him.

"They’re letting ye keep that?" She asked.

"Aye, I’ll put it on at night so as nae t’ ruin any more of m’ clothes."

"Would ye like t’ watch TV?"

"Nae, I want t’ fingerpaint and have milk n’ biscuits."

"I’m sorry if ye feel that way."

"Don’t pet him in the back Sister!" Jason shouted. "Don’t want t’ be turning him on."

"Who told him to be a comedian t’day?" Robyn sighed. "I’ll go start lunch."

"I’ll help," Jon offered.

"Ye cannae even boil water." She headed for the kitchen when they heard a knock at the door. Jason managed to answer it.

"Yer even pretty in yer uniform," Jason greeted Lorrie. "Come inside."

"Thank you Mr. Canmore," The young nurse said. "You have a nice place. Okay Jon how are we today?"

"Fine," Jon replied and sat down on the couch. "Ye may sit."

"Thank you. Any problems?"

"Nae."

"You understand the circumstances?"

"Aye."

"Take any of your meds?" She was answered by Jason shaking the still unopened bag.

"Some of his pills are to be taken on a full stomach," The oldest Canmore replied. "As soon as he is done with lunch, I’ll place them on the kitchen table now." As soon as he was gone Jon leaned forward and whispered.

"How is yer training?"

"It’s going good. I’m a bit nervouse."

"Don’t," He took her hand into his. "Yer doing the right thing." She nodded her head.

"Well everything is in order," Lorrie stood back up. "I’ll check up on you in a couple of days Jon."

"Wait," Robyn stepped out of the kitchen. "Won’t ye be stayin fer lunch? We’ll be happy to have ye."

"I don’t want t’ trouble ye," Lorrie’s hands flew up to her mouth. "Sorry I didn’t mean to offend. It’s just when I’m with a group of people I sometimes talk like them without knowing it. Specially when I’m not speaking in my natraul accent."

"Ye haven’t offended," Robyn smiled. "That happens t’ a lot of people."

"Maybe we should try talking like her," Jason spoke in a southern drawl. "Unless she finds it offensive."

"No I think the way you do it is kind of adorable." Lorrie said. Jon frowned and cleared his throat. "Oh, well I guess I could stay If I talk with my supervisor first."

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Leahs wrote down her signature on several forms in a fast matter. The way she pressed her pen down made loud scratching sound that caused the people in her office to think that she might poke through and wreck her fine oak desk.

"Is there something I can help you with Gregory?" She asked with out looking up. When people see her the first time their mind’s shift to the evil stepmother from Disney’s version of Cinderella. Her hair that was once the color of creamed corn had several pearl white streaks. She wore expensive designer suits so tight that it almost looks as if they were painted on. Her lips had the appearance of someone who had been sucking a lemon and painted blood red. Not hearing a response she straitened her back giving everyone in the room a good glimpse of her black velvet choker with an expensive purple jewel in the center.

The young man in the pinstripe business suit approached her desk. He didn’t appear to be a day over twenty five. He was as tall as Leahs’s father but didn’t have the same eyes as him or Leahs. Her own deep blue eyes that appeared to have a tint of blue locked in with his pale jade ones.

"Well, what is it?" She asked.

"We need to talk mother," Gregory had his father’s eyes and looked like him, but his hair was the same color as hers and he had the same pointed chin as she did.

"About what?"

"The company you keep," He stuck his thumb towards the direction of the three people at the other end of the room who were hidden under large trench coats and hats. "I don’t trust them."

"They are loyal to me."

"How can you be sure?"

"Cause I’m the one who writes their pay checks. Now calm yourself."

"I would but these people have records."

"You may leave now."

"Take care mother, and becareful." He exited the office. One of the coats watched the door close.

"Did it just close behind him?" The one who turned asked. His voice was deep and slightly animal sounding.

"Of course it closed behind him hairball," The female’s grating voice was heard. "He closed it."

"No I could have sworn it closed with out him holding on to the knob."

"You three can take the coats off," Leahs said. "It’s not that cold in here."

"Bout time," The third figure said removing his hat and coat. "I felt like a flasher under that thing." He was mostly human with shiny metallic armor and metal arms and legs with wire circuits snaking over them. From the neck up he appeared to be flesh except for the one robotic eye.

"Like you got anything to flash," The other male said. He stood upright like the rest but his body was covered with fur . He had long ears and when he spoke or smile his fangs could easily be seen.

"You both don’t have much below the equator," The female said. She had the same sable brown hair that poofs a bit at the top of her head like her brother as well as the long locks at the temples. Unlike her brother she had two normal eyes and golden metal plates that curved at the chin. She was also a cyborg.

"Now children behave," Leahs said. "Sorry if my son upset any of you."

"I think we upset him," Jackal smiled.

"No offense lady but your son is a wuss," Hyena added her two cents.

"There is something strange about him," Wolf said

"Let’s cut to the chase," Leahs smiled. "You are now my employees. The Pack works for PrometheoTech."

"As long as the pay is good," Jackal said. Leahs nodded her head.

"Pay plus benefits, such as you will have room and board in my mansion."

"Does it have a bar?" Wolf asked.

"Bar, pool, spa, Jacuzzi, rumpus room with pool, ping pong, and air hockey tables. You will also have your own gym to train."

"Sounds good," Jackal’s mind went through the list of benefits again. "So what are we going to have to do?"

"Now we are getting down to business."

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Elisa exited the women’s locker room rubbing the back of her neck.

"No more undercover," She said. "Not for a while. I guess one good thing about moving into the castle is I may be able to use Xanatos’s masseuse. Now where is that partner of mine?" She found Matt showing baby pics to some of the other cops.

"Any good ones?" Elisa asked.

"We have a few of him smiling," Matt said. "You can see where he is starting to cut his teeth." He handed her a photo of a smiling green eyed infant. She could make out a few white bump in the gummy grin. Her eyes flickered from joy to sorrow. Matt knew what that meant."Maybe Owen will have a spell or something." He rested his hand on her shoulder.

"Maza, Bluestone," Chavez appeared and flicked her index finger in a come hither fashion. The two detectives looked at each other as if they expected the other to know what was going on before following.

"I believe you two should know," She began as soon as Elisa closed the door. "Jon Canmore had been released from Elumore."

"What?" Matt asked.

"You have got to be kidding me," Elisa said. "Didn’t he break out and make an attempt on the life of my partner’s wife a few months ago?"

"Been on best behavior and seems to be on a road to recovery."

"Where is he?" Matt asked.

"Under the care and surveillance of his older brother and sister. He has a cuff on his ankle that will sound an alarm and give him an electrical charge if he tries to escape."

"Any other conditions?" Elisa asked.

"A nurse visits him every other day and a Dr. Perez will check up on him twice a month."

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"You staying?" Matt asked as soon as they entered the castle.

"I need to make a phone call," His partner replied.

"Okay I’ll see you after you know what." He headed down the hall. Elisa removed the phone from it’s hook and dialed.

"Hello?" Robyn’s lovely voice greeted on the other end.

"Robyn it’s Elisa. I heard your brother got released."

"Aye, he be living wi us now."

"Your sure he can’t escape."

"Dinnae worry Jon won’t hurt ye. He’s on his way t’ gettin better."

"I wish I have as much confidence as you have. How’s Jason’s book coming along?"

"He just needs to finish a few more chapters."

"Tell him I wish him good luck, Oh and the whole precinct is looking forward to your holiday concert."

"It is the policemen’s holiday concert. I’m just performing to make up fer wrecking yer precinct."

"Take care."

"Good bye." Robyn hung up and noticed Jason was looking at her intently. "It was Elisa. She was worried about Jon."

"He did try to kill her once," Jason nodded. "Ye wer etalking about yer upcoming performance."

"Aye and she wanted to wish ye good luck on yer book." They heard a muffled grunt coming from the living room.

"Jonny!" Robyn shouted.

"The sun is setting," Jason rolled himself past his sister and stopped a few feet in front of their brother. He had a handful of napkin’s in his mouth and appeared to be sick, but the greenish color wasn’t just his face. His hands and feet were that color too. The last two digits on each hand fused into one. The rest of his fingers thickened and they all grew sharp claws. His feet grew larger, with four twos on each foot fusing into two. His forehead lengthened and sharp spikes poked out along the ridge, while his ears became larger and pointed From his back a pair of large wings with a single clawed digit grew. A long tail sprouted out from his backside. At the end he closed his eyes as tight as could and nearly choked on the napkins trying to muffle a deep animal sound.

"Pleh," Jon spat out the wad and used his tongue to remove the tiny bits that had stuck to his teeth and fangs.

"Doesn’t get easier?" Robyn asked after she ran to his side.

"I Ne’er want to get used to it," Jon said standing up. "I want it t’ be gone."

"What if it’s permanent?" Jason asked. Jon shook his head.

"That cannae be true. I have t’ get rid of it. There has t’ be a cure."

"There is no cure fer m’ legs and I’m learning to deal wi’ it." He wished he hadn’t said it. His younger brother lowered his head and dropped his shoulders Jason could have sworn his wings drooped. "Och Jonny-" Jon cut him off.

"I’m nae blaming m’self. I blame Goliath. He pulled ye in front of him."

"I stepped in front of him. I know ye dinnae mean to shoot me, but ye can’t just go blaming others fer yer own mistakes, and don’t shut yer eyes, If yer feeling angry just let them glow."

"Who wants pizza?" Robyn asked. "There are several boxes in the freezer."

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Robyn’s angelic singing was heard from her bedroom as the blond woman sang her way through her warm up exercises. Jason was in his room complete with his own bathroom that Robyn had side rails built in for him. He placed his face in his hands as his mind reeled back to the nights leading up to the Hunter’s Moon. The last chapters in his book were going to be centered around it. Thank the good lord that he was going to have it published here in New York. Any other city would say it wasn’t nonfiction.

A knock on the door caused him to raise his head

"Jason it’s me," Jon asked from the other side. "Can I come in?"

"Aye," Jason wheeled himself back as his little brother opened the door.

"Come see what I did," Jon’s tone was a bit giddy. Jason had to smile. Weather it was the medication or the fact he was with family Jon had been in good spirits lately.

"Yer acting like ye did when ye were a wee boy." He wheeled out of the room. "Oh Jon, it’s beautiful." A small wooden plaque in the shape of a christmas tree was hung on the wall. Red fleecy stockings hung on each green knob. The names of Jason, Robyn and Jon were etched in gold twine. A wooden stable was set on the TV with the figures of the natvity in resin. An holiday themed tablecloth with red and green peppermint like strpes was on the dining room table. In the center of the table were three large candles encircled with holly and a red bow. There was a ginger bread house made of porcelain on top of the microwave. Hanging over the entrances was mistletoe.

"I havenae got the tree up," Jon said as he placed tiny angles and a clear plastic holly leaf shaped candy dish on the coffee table.

"But still. I’m glad ye are feeling joy."

"Tis the season brother, tis the season." A knock at the door caused him to spring up and skip towards it. "Hello Nurse Mulligan."

"You can call me Lorrie," Mulligan entered the apartment. "Getting ready for the holidays I see."

"It makes m’ brother happy," Jason smiled. "Robyn it’s time!" The singing stopped and Robyn exited her room.

"I’m coming keep yer-" She paused when she noticed the decorations. "Good job Jon," She smiled. "Hello Lorrie."

"Hello Miss Canmore," The American greeted.

"If we refer ye t’ yer first name then ye call us by ours," Jason said.

"Gotcha, Where are you going?"

"Time fer Jason’s physical therapy," Robyn answered and grabbed her purse.

"You want me to stay until ye-" She smacked the side of her head. "Till you get back?"

"Nae, Yer his nurse not his babysitter. Besides he cannae step a foot outside the apartment with out setting of his leg cuff." Grabbing the handles on the back of her brother’s chair she wheeled him out of the apartment.

"You were right," Lorrie said after five minutes. "They did leave."

"Jason has his therapy twice a week," Jon opened up the hall closet. "Today is the first day that both his therapy and mine would happen at the same time." He pulled down his night uniform and gathered other articles of clothing. He packed them away with a few books and some Playboys that Dean gave him.

"No turning back."

"Nae." She grabbed the small amber vials that housed his pills and placed them in her purse. She pulled out what appeared to be a credit card.

"Can’t believe I’m doing this."

"Is part of a greater good. This woman may find a way to cure me." He finished stuffing his suitcase and looked up. She was standing next to him with her trembling hands still clutching the strange card. He gave a small nod and she slid the card through a slit in his cuff. With a single beep it became unlocked.. "Bout damn time. It was a pain to wrap plastic around it so I can bathe."

"Did it become tighter at night."

"Nae, but it was annoying to me in both forms."

"All packed?"

"Aye, let’s leave. I wan t’ meet this Leahs woman."

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Elisa pulled on the sticky tab that jutted out from the roll of packing tape like a tongue blowing a raspberry. She placed it over the edge of a cardboard box and pulled, winding the circular roll letting the tape unravel and sealed the two saloon door like lids of the box. She was about to break it off when the phone rang.

"Crap," She muttered and headed over to the phone leaving the tape roll to dangle on one side of the box. Cagney batted his paw at it. "Hello? Maza residence. Can I help you?"

"Elisa he’s gone," Robyn’s voice was frantic on the other end. "Jon is gone."

"Robyn slow down. What do you mean he’s gone?"

"We came back from Jason’s therapy and he wasnae home."

"I thought you said the cuff and alarm system would hold him."

"The cuff is still here," Jason had picked up another phone in their apartment.

"How did he get it off?"

"We think it was his nurse," Robyn answered. "She must of had a key card and unlocked it."

"Took his things, and his pills," Jason added. "Robyn took me for physical therapy before but he was always home when we returned."

"Why would his nurse do that?"

"I think she may be sweet on our brother," Robyn said.

"He likes her as well," Jason added. "He seemed t’ get jealous whenever I complimented her or she said something nice about me."

"Okay I’m going to call the precinct and then I’m going to come over there. Don’t panic." Elisa hung up and ran her fingers through her bangs. "Well so much for getting my packing down today."

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The fine silk curtains fluttered from the cool recirculated air of the machine. Strong hands the exact color of key limes gently parted them so slowly to make sure he didn’t rip them. Jon stared out of windows that were large enough for him self and his older siblings to walk though at the same time. The top of a leafless tree spiderwebbed in front of his vision. Beyond that were buildings. Tall, cold and hard buildings. He held out his hands in front of him, and sighed.

He did not see another pair of hands sneak up behind him until it was too late. Hands that had as many fingers as he did, but colored blue instead of green sank their talons into his shirt and ripped it off. He quickly recovered from his shock to turn around.

"Hello my love," The Demon greeted, naked as the day hell spawned her.

"That was a nightmare," Jon said trying ignore her breasts.

"Was it my Demon Lord?" She leaned back against his smooth chest.

"Aye...It...was...m’...m’," Beads of perspiration formed over his brow ridges and frill. Her lips gently pressed against his right pec.

"Show me what I taught you." She traced his thigh with her talon. The sharp claw digging through the cloth and gently touching the skin. His left hand grabbed one of her breasts while his right hand moved into her slit and stroked the satiny flesh.

"My love." Jon licked her wing arm from shoulder up. She frowned slightly and turned around.

"Naughty Hunter, You did it wrong. Now grab the end of the bed." Jon turns to the side and and grabs the foot board of the cedar wood four post bed. She slid her claws through his pants before tearing the material off. "Bend over." He did as she told stepping back a bit and giving The Demon a fine view of his finely sculpted rear. Standing behind him she turns slightly before her tail lashed across the top of his ass.

"I’m sorry I was bad," Jon choked out.

"Your sorry all right." Her tail rose high into the air before coming down on him with a good crack.

"Thank ye."

"Do you like that? Or would you prefer this?" Her hand slapped against his left cheek.

"I like both."

"Oh really?" She stroked his thigh with her tail before pulling him back up. "You made me get all wet." She grabbed his shoulders and forced him to his knees. "Clean it up." The Demon grabbed the hair at the sides of his head and forced him closer to her smooth hairless sex. Jon closed his eyes and gently flicked his tongue out over her lips. "I said clean it up." She pulled his face even closer. His tongue brushed against her skin licking up her clear sweet honey. He felt her let go when he grabbed her own soft rump and forced his mouth closer to her center, using her clit as a pacifier. He didn’t stop when he heard The Demon moan with pleasure as his tongue thrusted in and out. He felt one hand grab the back of his neck and hold tight while she leaned back. Her other hand was probably grasping onto one of the bed posts.

"Hunter!" His love cried out before she secreted even more of her sexual nectar. Greedily, he drank it down.

Her lovely form slid down and replaced her lips with her other lips.

"I always wanted to know what I taste like in another gargoyle’s mouth," The Demon said after she removed her tongue. "Do you like that name Demon Lord?"

"Aye, m’ demoness," Jon’s talons gently traced around her nipples.

"My hunter," She kissed his forehead.

"M’ queen."

"My pet."

"M’ mate."

"My love." Her ankles met at the small of his back as his tail snaked around her waist pulling her on top of his enlarged weapon. She bucked forward and he rocked with her smooth moves watching as her eyes rolled back in her head before she closed them. He kept on bucking, closer and closer.

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Large hairy hands grabbed his ankles and pulled, freeing Jon Canmore from another nightmare.

"What the hell?" He asked before turning over and rubbing his eyes. "Is nae even morning yet."

"It is morning Candyass," Wolf said. "Four in the morning. Lets go train." Canmore rubbed his temple before collapsing on his belly.

"Wake me after seven, when normal people wake up."

"Not even dawn and your already acting like a human."

"I am human and don’t ye forget it." The mutate stared at the sleepy weregoyle and gave a disgusted grunt.

"Fine I’ll go," He turned to leave. "I’ll see if Jackal or Hyena would want to spar. Or maybe Lorrie. I saw her in shorts. She has good strong thighs that I wouldn’t mind being in-between off." He paused in the doorstep when he heard a low guttural animal like sound. "Did you just growl?"

"Nae."

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"This place is better than the Hilton," Hyena said after she entered the main doors to the gym. "That was what I call waffles."

"How can you two still eat?" Wolf asked as hefted dumbbells with five hundred pounds worth of weights on each end. Jackal sat at one of the weight machines pulling down on the coat hanger shaped handles that lifted the stack of flat metal bricks behind him.

"Our fleshy parts still need some juice. Hey whats on the other half of the gym?" She pointed to the door that separated both sides and the large rectangular glass window. She looked through them and saw the rows of gym mats, parraell bars, medicine balls, and even a set of slightly uneven bars. Working out on those in nothing more than a leotard was Lorrie. Her garnet tresses were held in a pony tail. Hyena watched as the other woman swung around on the lower bar and grab the higher bar with her ankles. "Aw no way. You guys don’t expect me to train with Lorrie the gargoyle slayer there?"

"Do it sis," Jackal said.

"No way this is unfair."

"Would you rather I train with her?" Wolf asked with a lecherous gleam in his eyes.

"Hell, even I don’t want to train with you." She looked through the glass and then looked back at Wolf. "Fuck!" She entered the other room.

"So what is the deal with Lorrie?" Wolf asked as soon as they were alone. "Is she Candyass’s chick?"

"She’s his nurse from the mental hospital," Jackal answered while patting down there areas that still sweated with a towel.

"Holy shit what do I have to do to get a nurse like that? Every time I end up in the hospital I either get some fat cow or someone’s grandmother."

"She does have a nice body."

"Nice? I think that eye of yours is shorting out. Did you see that tight ass of hers?"

"I wonder if she’s a virgin. I still had my package kept in check, although I asked for a slight enhancement. Oh man if she is a virgin I bet I’d split her in half with my-" he paused to see Wolf with his mouth open and no sound coming out. The mutate’s yellow eyes were wide open and stared beyond Jackal’s shoulders. The male cyborg turned around. Standing in the main entrance with his arms folded across his chest was Canmore. His glaring blue eyes burned holes into the two of them while his nostrils flared.

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Lorrie collapsed on one of the mats with her hands over her side and gasping for air.

"You win," She squeaked. Hyena dropped down to her knees.

"That was close," The brunet gasped. "If ya held out longer I would have fallen."

"You’re just saying that."

"No I mean it. Keep up the exercise kid and you will beat me soon."

"Kid?" Lorrie sat up. "I’m close to your age."

"Sorry you look young."

"Yeah its a bitch buying beer."

"A woman who likes beer, not bad." The pure human flushed.

"Your not hitting on me?"

"Hey I’m no lezzie. In fact I wonder if blondie boy is seeing anyone."

"Um, well, he is, sort of." Realization struck Hyena.

"Oh I see, You want The Hunter to hunt you down." This time the other woman blushed all over her face. "I knew it. What is it? The cute face? That sexy bod? His yummy accent."

"That is part of it."

"Don’t tell me you feel sorry for him."

"He is a bit of a wounded puppy in the head, but there is kindness hidden deep inside, He was always nice to me when I checked on him at the hospital. Most of the other guys just leered."

"Probably knew you were a virgin."

"Oh no I lost that two years ago, and well it was the only time."

"You only had sex once? You are aware that it only hurts the first time."

"I know, it’s just that I-" Hyena cut her off.

"Holy shit he just took off his shirt!" She ran closer to the window. Lorrie joined despite the shooting pain that had yet to fully leave. Jon pulled off his light blue cotton shirt before sitting down at a different weight machine. He adjusted the hook on the stack before he grabbed and pulled the handles bring them closer to his chest. Clear beads of sweat developed on his skin and trickled down his abs. "Oh look at him with his chest glistening with sweat."

"Hey your going to fog up the glass."

"Are you sure its not steam coming from that hot piece of Scotsman?"

"He is handsome," Lorrie agreed. "He looks like Wesley from The Princess Bride."

"Now that you point it out he does. I wonder if he will say a certain quote if I took a sword to my chest."

"I doubt it."

"Why?" She touched the soft part of her breasts. "You don’t think these are perfect?"

"It’s not that its-" She was interrupted again.

"Right he’s yours. His brother isn’t seeing anyone?"

"That I don’t know for certain."

"Get him modified with some new cyber legs so he could walk, and then, oh man." She breathed deeply jutting out her breats and fanning herself with her hand.

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It was a slow day in her office and Leahs was hoping Kenwood would burst through her doors anytime soon worrying about some ridiculous minor detail. She pulled out one of the shelves and stared at the pen set she received from her secretary from the recent holiday party. Pens shaped like drum sticks and their display case had an on button to play the "drums" She was almost bored enough to use it.

"Mrs. Leahs it’s your son."

"Gregory?" Leahs asked

"No your youngest son."

"Send him in." She needed to talk to someone, anyone even if it was Corbin who broke her heart.

"Hello mom," The young man, barely nineteen addressed his mother. Hair the same color as hers and eyes the color turquoise. Corbin had Leahs’s pert nose, but the rest of his features belonged to his own father, except for his regal eyebrows. They were his grandfather’s

"What do you want?" She asked icily.

"I want to talk."

"You had your chance. I am not rewriting the will."

"I don’t care about the money I just want to reconnect with you."

."Like I said you had your chance."

"Because of what happened last month? You asked what we could offer the company. You asked what we would do with out shares. I presented it too you in a folder. If you wanted a horse and pony show you should of asked. I would have gathered the slides, the charts and graphs. I would have gone through with power point presentations and used a laser pointer, but you didn’t ask for that. You asked what I could offer PrometheoTech and how I could improve it and that is what I did."

"Just please go." Leahs had her chair turned around

"Mother it’s Christmas."

"Go." She waited until she heard the door close to spin around. She wasn’t alone.

"Your secretary let me in," Lorrie said. "Did I come at a bad time?"

"No, Do you have a question?"

"Not really. I need to talk to you about Jon."

"His nightmares again?"

"Yes, They are getting worse. Last night I passed by his door and I could her him whimpering and sobbing in his sleep. You have to find a way to change him back to normal."

"I know, but I need to ask you a question. If there is no cure would your feelings about him change?"

"No they wouldn’t."

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Goliath’s talon cut through the packing tape that had sealed up the cardboard box. Opening the lid flaps he discovered plastic bowls, rubber balls with bells in them, a long pole covered in carpet, a large plastic box and several tin cans of cat food.

"These all must belong to Cagney," Goliath figured as he removed the items. "but these things are very light. I don’t know why the box was heavy."

"It’s the last thing on the bottom," Elisa said while pulling back the tab of one the cans and emptying it’s smelly contents into a dish.

"What is that foul smelling stuff?"

"Foul. Chicken cat food." She stood up while Cagney ate. "I missed you guys waking up. What was Rayne’s reaction snow?

"How did you know she would have a reaction?"

"She lived her entire life in Florida. It never snows there."

"We were about to enter the castle when Lexington noticed her just stadning, observing the snowfall with her mouth open in awe. Angela and Lexington figured it out at the same time."

"Yeah, I remembered Angela’s reaction when she first saw snow as well."

"What is this for?" Goliath asked of the large sack of Tidy Cat.

"You put that into his litter box. It’s where he does his business."

"Another chore for Owen?"

"No I scooped and cleaned out his box before the move I’ll continue to do it."

"How did you meeting with the Hunters go?"

"Canmores not Hunters," Elisa corrected. "Robyn was frightened for Jon and Jason seemed like the whole thing was his fault."

"Was this woman who helped him escape a legitimate nurse?"

"She was until she broke the law."

"Why did she give it all up?"

"I’m still wondering about that myself."

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The sound of glass shattering brought Robyn racing into the dining room. Jason wheeled up next to her. Like his sister his face took on a look of shock. Standing there in front of them surrounded by the clear shimmering shards of glass was their brother and The Demon. Their arms were wrapped around each other.

"Surprised?" Jon asked while The Demon licked his large pointed ear. "We’re mates."

"Now and forever," The Demon added before kissing his jaw line.

"How can ye, wi the enemy?" Robyn asked. "Were supposed to kill the beast." Jon’s eyes blazed white before he took a swipe at her. Robyn jumped back at the last second.

"Don’t ye insult m’love."

"Why?" Jason found his voice.

"Look at her," His tail twitched up and slid in-between her glistening lips. "Cannae ye see what a beauty she is? Maybe part of the reason we hunted her so long was cause our ancestors were in love with her."

"How?"

"Simple brother, it’s destiny," He removed his tail despite The Demon’s protest and placed a few fingers on her belly. Both Robyn and Jason finally noticed the swelling. "Like there will always be a hunter...of humans."

"Remove yer spell of my brother ye filthy demon!" Robyn tackled the female gargoyle. Jason started to roll into the kitchen searching for a weapon, but despite how much he turned the wheels he couldn’t move.

"Going some where?" Jon asked.

"Jon it’s me Jason. I’m yer elder brother. Try to get back to yer senses."

"I have m’ senses. As I see it I want to see my species survive," Jon pulled Jason’s chair backwards over the broken glass making small crunching sounds. "Now m’ species cannae survive wi’ ye humans around."

"What are ye doing?" Jason’s eyes were wide with fear as Jon pulled him out towards the balcony.

"I’m giving ye an option." Jason tried to wriggle out. "Don’t be a idiot. Ye know ye can’t crawl away. Makes me glad that I shot ye." He hefted the chair and his brother and rested them on the edge of balcony guard rail, holding it by the hand rests and staring in Jason’s face. "Become like us. It hurts at dawn and dusk but we will be family again."

"I ne’re want to be like ye. Ye betrayed yer family Jon."

"What a waste. Good bye brother." He pushed the chair a slight bit before letting go. Jason fell backwards shouting Jon’s name.

"Just like dad eh Jason?" He asked after he heard the crunching sound of the wheel chair breaking on the pavement mixed with the thud of human flesh striking the ground and bones snapping.

He returned inside the apartment to see his mate holding Robyn by the throat.

"One less human in the world," Jon rubbed his talons together. "How’s our egg?"

"She didn’t hurt it my Demon Lord," The Demon said. "Your sister is a lucky bitch."

"Aye, she is."

"Jonny ye didn’t" Robyn asked as soon as The Demon set her down. "Jason isn’t..." She couldn’t finish.

"He is wi dad now. Do ye want to join him? Or would ye rather join us?" Robyn replied by spitting in his mate’s face. "Another waste." He nodded his head. With a malicious grin The Demon dug her claws into Robyn’s neck and cut from ear to ear. Jon’s sister crumpled to the ground with her hands on her throat. Her dainty fingers rapidly became coated in blood.

"I feel cheated," The Demon said.

"Do not fret m’ love," He approached her. "We will kill more, but right now I’m in the mood for ye t’ be on top and inside me."

"This is why I transformed you in the first place." She kissed the side of his face while their clothes slowly ended up on the floor. Jon helped his mate to the ground before he lain beside her. Her wings wrapped around him before she mounted. A light growl rumbled through his throat while they bucked and rocked. Glowing white eyes snapped open as Jon felt himself fire off into her.

"Get off him!" A demanding female voice ordered. Robyn’s voice. The two gargoyles paused.

"M’ sister said to get off of him." Jason’s voice was heard before The Demona was pulled off of her mate. Jon couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw who did it. Jason stood, yes stood in front of him. Standing beside her older brother was Robyn. Jon looked to where he last saw her dead form. The body was gone.

"This is yer fear," Robyn said.

"Only she can save ye from yerself," Jason added.

"Who?" Jon’s eyes were filled with tears. His two siblings stepped to the opposite sides to allow someone, a maiden bathed in glowing light to step forward.

"Who are ye?" The weregoyle asked.

"I’m here to help." She said in a soft musical voice.

"Listen to her Jonny," Robyn said.

"I will help you if you want me too."

"Please do," He reached for her with a shaking hand.

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Lorrie sat at the edge of the bed feeling helpless. She wanted to wake him, but that was not always the best answer. Instead she watched as Jon shook with each sob, tears soaking his lashes. She bent over to take a few strands of his golden hair into her hands. His eyelids fluttered open, spilling tears onto his pillow.

"Oh God," Lorrie gasped. "This was the worst one ever, wasn’t it."

"Aye," His voice was tiny. Still crying he crawled over to her and placed his head in her lap with care that he didn’t poke her stomach with his spikes. She gently massaged the back of his head with her fingertips.

"Shhh shhh," Her voice was soothing. "It’s all right. It was just a nightmare and it’s over now. Once we get some more sleep we will train all day tomorrow, and tomorrow night we’ll hunt down The Demon."

"It will be over soon," His breathing relaxed. "One more favor."

"Okay."

"Please stay wi me."

"As you wish."

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Wolf tore into the ham leg ferociously causing small pink chunks to splinter off. Grease dribbled down from the glistening meat and soaked into his fur.

"He needs a bib," Hyena said after she finished gagging. It was evening and they were ready. "Jackal have you seen my polish?"

‘No I haven’t," Her brother replied. "We’re going hunting, not presenting our self at an auto show."

"I know. It’s for after the battle. Well after I get my dings hammered out. Lorrie’s going to want to borrow some for herself."

"Why she’s still flesh."

"For her armor brother. Hey that’s her now." She said after she heard metallic clicking against the ground. Lorrie entered wearing armor that complimented her figure. Red metal plated her abdomen. She had gold metal arm and knee pads as well as large curving pointed shoulder guards. Around her waist was a metal gold belt with the pack symbol. From shoulder to elbow and over her legs she wore black metal. Red armor covered the rest of her arms, the right one appearing thicker than the left and with a seam down the center.

"Wow," Jackal’s mouth fell open. "Nice suit."

"Got any weapons?" Hyena asked.

"Well there is a little lazer rifle in the right arm," Lorrie said. "And a switch blade in each of these boots." She tapped the ground with a red metallic boot.

"Don’t you also have a helmet and gloves?"

"I’ll put them and my jet pack on after I help Jon."

"Where is Candyass anyway?" Wolf asked with his mouth full of food spilling more chunks on the ground.

"Yuck, swallow before you talk!" Hyena snapped.

"I’m right here," Jon said and entered the room wearing nothing but black pants.

"Not putting on anything else?" Jackal asked.

"I hope not," Hyena drooled.

"Didn’t know you were into gargoyles sis."

"He’s sexy day and and night. Where’s his tail?"

"We kind of have it tucked," Lorrie said. Hyena stared at the green gargoyle’s waste and noticed a belt like thickness under his pants that twitched. "Okay lift up your arms and tuck." Jon lifted up his arms and folded his wings against his chest and stomach. Lorrie stood on tip toe to help him into a black shirt. Jon strapped on red chest armor and shoulder pads while Lorrie grabbed something that looked like elbow pads except they had thick dual spikes.

"What are those?" Jackal asked.

"Elbow pads," Lorrie explained as she helped Jon put them on. Then he slipped into what appeared be shiny black slippers except that the toe ends were too wide for a normal human foot. The Pack watched in fascination as Canmore buckled the straps. The soles of the shoes were able to bend to the shape of his feet. The final part of his outfit was a large black leather mask with three red slash marks across the face. It was large enough to cover his spiked forehead and the leather bands were buckled in at the back of his head.

"What a sorry sack," Wolf wiped his mouth. "Is he ashamed of being a gargoyle?"

"Here we have a classic case of person who doesn’t love himself," Jackal said.

"I love my self all the time."

"So is that why the door knobs are all sticky?"

"Will you two cut it out!" Hyena snapped.

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Almost like old times was the thought that went through Hudson’s mind as the glided along in between Goliath and Demona. Over a thousand years ago they were his two best warriors that fought alongside him against the archmage and now the three were protecting the castle again. Well he and Goliath were. Demona just sat back and watched. Her main reason for going with them was the she needed a night out of the castle and feel the wind against her wings.

"I’m just glad ye came lass," Was what he said when Demona noticed he was smiling at her.

"I know what your thinking," She said. "It’s like old times."

"It does feel that way," Goliath agreed, but it will never be like it once was. He loved Elisa and she loved Matt. "Bit of a slow night."

"Aye lad, better we-" A lazer whistled in between him and Demona.

"Over there," Goliath pointed at the top of the parking garage. Five forms were easily to make out. The Pack and what appeared to be The Hunter. Hudson removed the headset from the pouch he carried on his belt and placed it on his head.

"Lads and Lassies we need backup," The elderly gargoyle said as both Goliath and Demona glided towards their assailants.

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"Here they come," Wolf grinned and smacked a fist into his hand.

"Damn it’s only two of them," Hyena complained.

"Relax sis," Jackal said. "The old fart is going to join them. You can back Wolf up on Goliath."

"Your right here he comes. Have fun bro."

"I guess that leaves the other one to you-" He noticed that both Hunter and Vixen have gone off to take care of the female. The male cyborge got ready for Hudson. A long metallic skewer shot out of the top of his left wrist and long knives switched bladed out of the fingers on his right.

Demona glared at the two who faced her. The female was obviously a rookie to fighting from the way she stood. A small lazer rifle, similar to the one Xanatos had in his exosuit was aimed at her. She was more focused on the Hunter though. His stance and the way he held his metallic hammer marked experience, but she couldn’t quite tale if he was what she he hoped he was. Even if his hands did appear to be green

"Take of your mask," Demona ordered. "Show me that lovely face of yours." The two of them turned to the other before the female pressed something at the side of her face and lifted up her face plate.

"Not you!"

"Why not Demon? The Hunter asked. "Do ye nae think she’s lovely?"

"At least you’re back to your roots, but I want to see what you look like at night." The female attacked with her lazer. Demona jumped back with time to spare.

"You’re not used to this are you human?" She jumped up on the railing. "Come and get me." She spread her wings and leap glided towards the construction sight next door. She turned around. To her disgust the female carried the Hunter using her rocket pack.

"Now it’s m’ turn," The Hunter charged up his hammer. "And I won’t miss."

"Neither will I!" Marle landed on top of the female. Demona turned and ran.

"Jon you get her!" Vixen shouted as she struggled with the newcomer. "I’ll take care of this one."

"Becareful," Jon told her before running off after The Demon. She wants him. His dreams are coming true. He had to have the cure before he wanted her. Jon climbed down a few stories and made his way through the steel work maze trying to find where she had gone. She found him. Reaching down from the beam above with her tail she tried to grab the hammer out of his hands, but he pulled back making her leap down next to him. She replaced her tail with her talons and continued to try to pull the weapon out of his hands.

"No human is this strong," The Demon said. "Show your true self." She pulled the hammer out of his clutches and sent it flying before tackling him.

"Get off me ye demon bitch!" The Hunter shouted as he tried to knock Demona off.

"Enough off this farce," She hissed and grabbed the back of his head feeling the buckle. "Time to take this off." Her claws cut through the leather and she removed the mask of the mighty hunter.

"Nae!" Three sharp points sank into her face slashing down. Instinctually she shot her hand to her face and felt the warm stickiness of blood. Eyes blazing as the same shade of red she turned to face The Hunter and saw that Angela had come to her defense. The lavender female’s eyes were also blazing as she nearly pounced on the Hunter when she noticed his face.

"Jalapena," Angela gasped and stepped back. "He is a weregoyle." She noticed that his features were the same from when he appeared on television as Castaway. Except now he was light green. His forehead extended into a frill that was shorter than her rookery sister, Ophelia’s, and had no horns. It just ended in a row of sharp spikes. She glanced at his hands. Four fingers ending in talons. The ones on his right hand were blood stained He wore strange shoes that bent in way to suit a gargoyle’s feet. His wings and tail were concealed but she could make out the bottoms of wings poking out underneath his shirt and armor. He was breathing hard and Angela could have sowrn she saw something twitch across his wasteline. The last thing she noticed were his eyes. They first conatined a look of hatred, then sorrow and now shame?

"Yes he is," Demona said and joined her daughter. "but by the way he hides behind a mask he wished he wasn’t. Am I right Castaway?"

"I’m nae one of ye," Canmore responded. "I will ne’er be yer Demon Lord. Ye know what I want."

"Know we don’t," Angela said. "What is it?"

"The cure for m’ metamorphosis. Make me into a normal human again."

"I’ll tell you what I told the others," Demona’s face seemed to have stopped bleeding. "There is no cure."

"Yer lying!" His eyes lit up for a brief second. "Others? Ye did this to other innocent humans?"

"One is fighting your friend." She pointed up to where Marle was fighting Vixen, Marle threw the woman against a metal pole causing it to shake as well as the beam over her. A piece of piping fell from above and onto her rocket pack knocking it off and her to teeter backwards.

"Lorrie!" Jon raced forward past them, jumping and hurdling across the metal beams before he leaped over the side a few seconds after Vixen fell over. He caught her and his wings slid from under his chest plate and ripped out the back of his shirt. Catching an updraft Jon glided away from the action over to a building where he dug in his talons. "Oh god!" He noticed his hand "Dear god!" He glanced over his shoulders. Letting go Canmore and Vixen dropped a few feet on top of the building next door.

"I used them," Jon’s voice was shaky. "I used the abominations."

"If you hadn’t I would have been road pizza," She removed her helmet.

"Aye."

"If I only had been a better warrior I wouldn’t have put you on the spot."

"Don’t blame yerself," He cradled her face and stroked her hair. "I may have to use them again."

"Why?"

"I don’t want them to get you." He stared up at the construction site.

"I don’t want you to go back to Elumore either. Take me home."

"As ye wish." He picked her up. Stretching his wings he leaped off the side of the building. Canmore’s gliding was jerky at first but he soon found a way to ride the air currents with ease. "Ye know when I scratched The Demon’s face I felt strangely vindicated."

"At least it wasn’t a total loss," Lorrie said and kissed his cheek.

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Hudson’s fist connected with Jackal’s face breaking his robotic eye and knocking him out. He placed the unconscious body next to his sister.

"Should we help Goliath?" Brooklyn asked. Both of them were injured. Hudson’s left wing had scratch marks caused by Jackal’s claws. He limped where the skewer poked through his calf. the same skewer he cut off. Brooklyn was covered with minor cuts and bruises.

"No help is needed," Goliath said as he placed the knocked out Wolf with the others. He was covered with animal like scratches. "But we can see if Demona and the others might need help."

"We also don’t need help father," Angela landed first followed by Demona and Marle.

"Lass yer face," Hudson gasped at the sight of Demona’s scratches.

"They will heal fast," The immortal said. "We should be more concerned for Marle." Brooklyn was by his love’s side.

"Hudson hand me your loincloth," Brooklyn demanded.

"Are ye daft?"

"You have those pants." The elderly gargoyle sighed and handed him the cloth. Brooklyn quickly wrapped up her slashed up tail. "Man that bitch did a number on your tail."

"She wasn’t that bad," The ice blue female said.

"Where are they?" Goliath asked.

"Well I kind of accidentally caused her to fall over the side," Marle said. "Then the hunter jumped, grabbed her and glided off." All three males became alert at the word "glided".

"It’s true. He turns into a gargoyle at night," Angela said. "The way he hid himself. I almost felt sorry for him. No offense mother."

"So we’re just going to let them go?" Brooklyn asked. Marle put a hand on his shoulder.

"They love each other. Anyone who can feel love can not be all that bad."