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by: Spacebabie

Email: LadyAndromeda@smstars.zzn.com

Recovery and Vengeance

Fox placed the fifth medium size wicker bowl on the porcelain shelves that encased the bath tub. She wish she could do more but this was all that she asked for. Now that the bowls were all placed it was time for the soaps. She placed one of each kind in a row next to the bowls: Glycerin, anti-bacteria, aloe vera, those with unique fragrances and those with skin soothing milk cream. After the soaps came the bottles of bubble bath, shower gel, bath milk, shampoos and conditioners. She was setting out the bath tools when she felt a presence.

Demona was standing next to her. The immortal was checked out by a doctor. Her more serious wounds were dressed. She agreed to a rape test as well as accuse Houston as one of those who put her through that ordeal. She was the one who requested a bath.

"The bowls contain bath beads, salts and rose petals. Everything else is in the bottles," Fox

said. "Here is your scrub brush, bath mitt, loofa, nail brush, and wash cloth." She pointed at

each item. "When your done feel free to use the towels, bath. robe and slippers." The other red

head said nothing and turned the knobs.

"You can go now," Demona said. Her voice was flat and emotionless.

"If you need anything-"

"I’ll let you know." The half fay turned to leave. As she was about to exit the room she could have sworn she heard a thank you.

Demona glanced at what Fox had set aside for her. It was almost as if she bought everything they sold at the Bath and Bodyworks. She touched the round pink pearls in one of the bowls. The beads felt cool and smooth as she grabbed a handful and placed them in the water. She followed it with a handful of lilac colored salts, a capful of each kind of bubble bath and bath milk. She turned off the knobs and dropped her clothing.

The water was very warm, almost hot as she slowly slipped in. The mixed fragrances of the different products danced through her nostrils. She wondered and took a wet finger to her mouth. The water even tasted delicious.

Using one kind of soap bar she lathered up the back brush and gently exfoliated her back. she knew that one of things you shouldn’t do after being raped was to shower, but that was for immediately after the rape, and this was a bath. She used gel and the mitt to clean the rest of her body. She knew she wouldn’t be able to wash off the rape but the scrubbing sensation soothed her sore skin.

She didn’t feel worthless because of what Thailog did to her. She knew what that bastard was capable of anything, what got to her was that a pathetic human had touched her. The thought of that little weasel being on top of her made her sick. Some would point out to her that her mate is human during the day, but that was just his body. He had the soul of a gargoyle and he was more gargoyle than human now these days.

She thought of her mate as she leaned back in the tub and rested her head on the inflated pillow.

"Fox!" She shouted.

"Do you need anything?"

"My mate."

Matt wasn’t sure why Demona wanted him in the bathroom with her, but after what she had been through he was willing to screw a cactus for her.

The aroma of the oils and bubbles was the first thing that hit him when he entered. The second was the size of the tub. In it half concealed by bath bubbles was his mate.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"Could you wash my hair?" His eyes lit up when she asked. It would be an honor to wash her locks. The tub had an extendible shower head. He turned the center knob to shower and turned on the water before he kneeled down beside her and let the water soak her hair.

The comfort of the bath plus the feeling of her mates fingers running through her hair made Demona feel as if she were in heaven. She felt the cool shampoo touch her scalp followed by Matt’s gentle touch. With care he massaged her scalp as he scrubbed her mane.

He carefully rinsed the shampoo out of her hair making sure not a single drop would touch her eyes. He repeated the process with the conditioner. When he was done she lifted her head so that her lips would come in contact with his.

Like a gentleman Matt turned around before she stood up and opened the drain.

"You can look my love we are mated after all," She said in a teasing tone.

"After what you have been through I’m not sure if you want a man to see you."

"My darling that was Thailog, an you should know me. I’m over a thousand years old. I have been through worse." Matt turned around and gasped. Her soaking red hair draped over her pale shoulders.

"Just needs some cherubs," He breathed.

"What?"

"Cherubs then it would be exactly like The Birth of Venus."

"The Bottaceli painting?"

"Yes." He wrapped her up in a towel.

"I don’t need cherubs when I have my angel next to me," She said as he helped her out of the tub. She held on to him tightly. When her feet were on the floor she leaned up and kissed him.

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The bath was nice but the feeling of her infant son in her arms was even better. She hummed softly as Charlie nursed, his small face concentrating on her breast. The sunlight that came through the window highlighted his soft and fine hair. She was too focused on her son that she didn’t notice Matt until he pressed his lips against her left temple.

"I missed him," Demona said.

"He missed you," He told her.

"At least our child had some time for father son bonding."

"That’s true. Isn’t it Charlie?" Matt tickled the infant’s chin. Charlie released his mother’s nipple to giggle. The second Matt stopped Charlie wrapped his soft stubby fingers around his father’s index. Both parents paused to take in this moment. Demona felt another tear roll down her face and noticed her mate’s eyes were brimming. Charlie let go and started gurgling.

"Time to go burpy my lil warrior," She held him gently with his stomach against her chest and patted his back. The minute after the baby emitted a small belch Matt picked him up.

"Are you hungry?" Matt asked.

"Just some soup," Demona replied.

"Soup and crackers?" He waited for her to nod. "With ice tea and for dessert ice cream?"

"What kind?"

"Ben and Jerry’s."

"Chunky Monkey?"

"I’m sure they have it."

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Matt reentered their room. In one hand was a small container of ice cream. Two spoons were in the other. Demona was finishing up her dinner when he approached.

"They have it," He smiled. He crawled into bed and sat next to her. Demona smiled and took the container from him and opened it up. She was about to dig in when he stopped her.

"Allow me." He shoveled the spoon into the pint removing a decent sized mouthful of ice cream and slowly moved the spoon to his mate’s mouth. She accepted his offer.

"My turn." She repeated the process feeding him a mouthful. They kept going back and forth spoon feeding each other the dairy delight. They were moving smoothly till Demona spilled some ice cream on his neck.

"Oops," She gasped with her voice full of sarcasm. "I’m so clumsy. Let me clean that up for

you." She leaned over and licked up the ice cream that she spilled.

"So that’s your game," He smiled and spooned up another mouthful. She took it eagerly but he smudged the side of her mouth. Without hesitation he used his lips to wipe her mouth. She pressed her lips forward to kiss him. He opened his mouth wider to taste her raspberry kiss.

She gently pulled in his lower lip with her teeth and inhaled. She kept pressing her mouth against his soft and firm mouth. She slowly slipped in her tongue to taste the inside of his mouth and felt his warm tongue against hers.

They separated their mouths that caused a sound like a plunger being unstuck. With a smirk Demona quickly spooned up the last and largest glob. It was about to enter her mouth when it fell off the spoon and onto her breast. She shook the robe off of her shoulders as the dairy treat melted and trickled down to her nipple.

Matt couldn’t hold back any longer. He lowered his head and licked up the creamy drops before wrapping his mouth around her nipple. It was the cherry on top of his sundae. He clamped and reclamped his lips while his tongue glided around the circumference.

They were both enjoying themselves so much that they didn’t pay attention to the time. The last light of the sun slipped below the horizon. They separated the second they felt the first shooting pains radiate through their body. Their skin changed color and texture seconds before wings ripped out from their backs. Their hands and feet changed shape and grew talons. At the end of the change their eyes were illuminated.

"Damn it," Matt gasped.

"Is something wrong my love?" Demona asked. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her naked azure body. She wore nothing, not even her jewelry, save for her earrings.

"Well it is kind of obvious." He pointed at his foot. The shredded remains of his sock hung from his golden talons. Her eyes looked him over. The rest of his clothes were similarly damaged.

"Oh Matthew don’t worry. I lost count of how many suits that got ruined during my transformations." She wrapped her arms around him. "Please hold me."

"Is there any reason my love?" He pressed her body against his.

"No I just want to be in your arms, but if you want to do me a favor."

"Anything."

"I want you to help me get rid of those feelings of what Thailog and that human did to me." Her eyes glowed when she mentioned their names. "Could I feel your tail inside me?"

"Are you sure?"

"Please remove their wasteful remains and remind me what a real gargoyle feels like." She parted her legs just enough for his tail to slide up and part her petals. Her eyes slowly closed as she felt each tiny scale slide through her lips and kept on going. A purring sound emitted from deep in her throat while she rested her head against his chest.

Matt remembered back during the days when he transformed for the first time. His tail had just hung there. Sure he used it during the first time he had sex with his beloved, but he never really regarded it. The first time he was reminded of his new appendage was when Frank accidentally stepped on it. He soon found how useful his tail was when he either lassoed or tripped a criminal. Now he was using it to make his mate happy. He retracted it a bit and then shoved it in again. He loved the feeling of it being inside her wet walls and his thrusting was making her even wetter.

He wasn’t going to fast and she knew she wasn’t going to receive an organism, but she didn’t care. She was with her mate, her love and that was all the mattered. Her eyes reopened when his tail felt limp. She listened to his chest and noticed his breathing was slow and quiet. Demona sat up and looked at her mate. He was asleep.

The rest of his tail slid out of her when she got out of bed. She wondered why he fell asleep in the middle of satisfying her even though that he fell asleep holding her was kind of romantic. She looked at him once more before making her way to where her repaired night cloths hung. She slipped into them and placed on her arm band and anklet. She was about to put on her tiara when she remembered what Thailog said to her. Why did she wear it?

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Scotland 974 A. D.

The castle blacksmith wiped his sweaty brow with a dirty scrap of cloth. The choice metals have been melted and merged together. He hefted the vat and poured a small amount on the anvil. His apprentice grabbed the small glob with tongs and plunged it into the pail of water. She placed the metal back on to the anvil as the blacksmith lifted his hammer.

"Hold it steady lass," He instructed as he hammered it into the shape. "Bellows." The young girl picked up the bellows and began to squeeze air. The smith angled the metal around with the tongs in one hand while hammering it with the other, by the time the metal has cooled they had crafted a fine looking horseshoe.

"Get ready for a another one," The Smith said.

"Aye uncle," The girl replied. They repeated the process until three more shoes were made.

"I’ll make a smith out of you," He said with his voice full of pride. "These will be for the prince’s favorite steed."

"He will be wed soon, I want to deign the jewelry fer his bride."

"Ach lass ye know that there is more to being a smith than making jewelry."

"Aye uncle."

"If you took a boy to be yer apprentice you wouldnae be having this discussion," A soldier walked in. "I need my armor repaired."

"This gell does more work than ten boys put together."

"All I see a dirty girl who would rather be a princess decked out in jewelry than a apprentice."

"I’ll show you!" The girl shouted. "I’ll make jewelry that will help out in battle." She stormed off in a mixture of rage and tears.

She was so angry that she didn’t notice one of the palace gargoyles until she bumped into it.

"I’m sorry," The girl apologized. She took notice of the gargoyle. She was young, not a child, but not fully grown either. She wore simple clothing on her light blue skin and her hair was a red flame that spiked out around her head and cascaded down her pack. This gargoyle didn’t have the long and spectacular horns that some of her male friends admired, but she did have an unique brow ridge that was cut and bleeding.

"Are ye hurt?" The girl asked and pulled out a rag. She looked around for the nearest water bucket.

"It is not serious," The gargoyle said. "It will be healed by tomorrow night."

"But still it looks painful," She dipped the rag into water and stood on tiptoes to blot up the blood. The young gargoyle kneeled down so there wouldn’t be much effort on the girl’s behalf.

"My name is Holly," She tied the cloth around the back of the azure gargoyle’s head like a bandanna. "Like the plant. What is yer’s?"

"Gargoyles don’t have names."

"Then how do you tell each other apart?"

"We look different."

"So do humans, I meant how do you signal each other out?"

"We call each other brother and sister, or friend."

"But when you need to call someone. Like a certain someone should be here and you need to announce his name."

"It’s pretty complicated." The gargoyle stood up. "Thank you Holly. Make I ask you something?"

"Aye."

"Why were you so upset?"

"I want to be a blacksmith like my uncle. He raised me since my parents were drowned. I’m his apprentice but some think I shouldn’t be on the account that I’m a gell."

"I’m an apprentice too and I’m a girl."

"Too who?"

"The Archmage."

"You can do magic?"

"Not quite, but I know how to read." Holly’s eyes lit up.

"Will ye teach me? I won’t tell anyone and I’ll make something fer ye."

"Like what?"

"Something that will protect yer forehead."

The following few hours were spent in a small corner as the gargoyle taught Holly the basics in reading. The lessons continued until the girl fell asleep.

"What were ye doing to my niece?" The blacksmith appeared.

"She wanted to know about gargoyles and I was teaching her," The gargoyle replied.

"Stay away from her ye beast." He picked up his niece and walked away.

The following nights involved sneaking around. The gargoyle would teach Holly how to read for an hour and then the girl would use a type of thick string to measure around her brow ridge. Holly would gather the type of metals and practice on her project. No one paid attention to them or notice the friendship that developed.

At long last her magnum opus was complete. Holly marveled at the metallic tiara that she held. It was in the shape of her friends brow ridge. Before sunset she found her friend and waited for her to wake up.

"I hope ye slept well," were the girl’s first words when the clan had finished waking.

"We did as always," Her friend said as she leapt down from her perch. "It is good to see you again."

"I have finished, here." She handed the gargoyle the tiara. The azure female accepted the gift and slipped it on. It fit perfectly.

"What do you have here?" A young lavender male approached them. "This is new." He brushed his talons against the tiara’s cool metal.

"My friend made it."

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A human that was her friend. Looking at her tiara Demona remembered how she and Holly would spend time together. They were friends for years until Holly was wed and she and her husband sailed to Ireland.

She was very different from Malcom’s spoiled brat daughter. The gaul that bitch had for shunning her clan, but she raised Angela and the other eggs along with that pompous Magus and Tom.

Tom. She remembered the youth. He was impressed by her kind the way all humans should be and he wanted to be friends, like Holly did years before. Then his stupid fat cow of a mother interfered.

Children do seem to be more tolerant until their parents poison their minds. It would be better to adopt a bunch of them and educate them on the different races.

The thought of children made her think of her son. She quietly left the room and entered the nursery where Angela was changing Charlie’s diaper.

"You didn’t have to do that," Demona said as she approached them.

"I want to be part of my brother’s up bringing," Angela said as she closed the tabs. "Even the messy parts. Doing this makes me appreciate my human parents even more. I’m amazed at how they made it possible. Since it was the three of them and thirty six of us."

"I know how you feel about Tom and the others but please refer to them as the humans that raised you. Not your human parents. At least in front of me."

"I thought you were beginning to understand that not all humans are bad. After all Stepfather is-"

"A gargoyle, He may have started his life as a human but he is now a gargoyle."

"Does he feel that way?" Demona couldn’t respond. "Have you asked him or have you even made love during the day."

"We did share a pint of ice cream in a matter that I’m not real comfortable telling you."

"Did you ever talk about his past? He used to be part of the FBI."

"I know."

"He has another family. You have in-laws now, and you have never met or talked about them."

"I know what you want me to be but I can’t I-" Her hands were rubbing her temples and she felt her tiara. "Can call Tom your human father, as I can say that I had the rare human friend now and then."

"Who?"

"There was girl over a thousand years ago named Holly. Her uncle, a blacksmith, was her ward, and like him she wanted to be blacksmith, so she was his apprentice. This my daughter was during the time when women were not apprentices. I was the only other female apprentice at the time. We became friends. I taught her how to read and she made me this." She tapped her tiara.

"Can you accept Stepfather as being half human then? Like Charlie?"

"I suppose so."

"He is the first."

"Who is the first what?"

"My brother. He is the first naturally hatched human-gargoyle halfling." When she heard those words Demona picked up her son and held him close.

"I’m going to sing a song that I sung to you when you both were in your eggs." The words were soft and melodious. Angela moved closer to be by her mother’s side. Her baby brother slowly fell asleep. A tear rolled down Angela’s cheek as the song neared the end.

"Is something wrong?" Demona asked

"It’s beautiful."

"I’m glad you liked it." Demona tucked her son in. "I better return to my room before my love wakes up."

"You mean he finally is asleep?"

"Finally?"

"He refused to rest until he found you."

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Her mate was still asleep when she returned. His beautiful golden body was half concealed by his torn clothing. The end of his tail was still glistening from her love juices. She crawled into bed and placed her head on his chest.

"I don’t deserve you," She whispered before kissing his neck. She followed with kiss on his chin and then a kiss on his mouth. He woke up.

"Uh?" He asked.

"My love, I’m sorry I woke you."

"Your sorry, I should apologize for-" He was cut off when she placed a talon on his mouth.

"You needed to sleep. I want to thank you for rescuing me."

"I would travel to Heaven and Hell for you." He pulled her closer. She placed her head against his shoulder as he began to suck the sweet juices that had gathered at the end of his tail.

"I’m sorry."

"For what?"

"Transforming you in the first place."

"Don’t. I never did thank you for this. Before I was the detective with the oddball obsessions. I was a single man. Now I fight crime in two different ways, have a beautiful mate and a son. Okay so I still have the obsessions."

"How do you feel. Do you feel more human or gargoyle?"

"I feel like I am what I am. A weregoyle if that is the proper term. I am off both worlds now."

"Tomorrow will you tell me about your family, and your past."

"Why tomorrow?"

"Cause right now I just want to fall asleep in your arms." He smiled and closed his eyes.

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Elisa placed the Styrofoam cup that was half full of coffee on her end of the table. Sitting at the other end was a slouching Jeremy Houston.

"You looking at some serious charges here Houston," Elisa said. The other young man said nothing. "If you tell us where your cohorts are we might shorten your sentence for you."

"Your bribes mean nothing to me, "Houston said. "Your not going to get anything from me."

"Unless we threaten your collectibles."

"I have a lawyer now. I can sue you."

"That I know, but you might know that you won’t be able to access it while your in here. Now if you are willing to talk we might let you out earlier and you can play with your toys.

"Still no."

"May I ask what is your deal? Why do you work for Thailog? Do you want to be a gargoyle? Is that why you are helping him?"

"I don’t have to answer to you."

"How about we cut you a deal."

"No deals."

"Just wait until you hear it. Give us a few locations Thailog doesn’t have to be at any of them. We will chop off a few months of your sentence. If we do find Thailog We will try to reduce a couple of years and give you the same serum that my partner received."

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It was only thirty minutes until Sundown when Elisa returned to Wyvern. The were’s had finished preparing for their transformation when she entered.

"Where’s Matt?" She asked.

"With his wife," Frank answered. Marle thwacked him on the side of his head.

"What?"

"His mate," Marle said. "With his mate." Elisa left the area before she could hear the rest of the argument.

She gently knocked on their door. She didn’t know if they were still asleep or not. A few minutes later the door opened and Matt stepped out. He was still wearing the torn clothing from the day and evening before. His messy auburn hair framed his tired face.

"I was hoping to sleep through the change," He said groggily.

"Sorry," His partner apologized. "We do have three possible locations of where Thailog might be."

"That’s good tell me-Aargh!" He collapsed on the floor as the change began. Elisa always felt helpless when she saw him transform. She wanted to help him through the pain, but she didn’t know how or if it’s possible.

"Where," He finished. "Where is he."

"We don’t know for sure, but the possible areas are in an abandoned subway tracks, the top floor of an office building and The old clock tower."

"Above the precinct building?"

"Yes,"

"Last place where we’d look." He ripped off the last parts of his shirt and marched off.

"Where are you going?"

"I’m going to track that bastard down."

"And then?"

"Have my revenge."

"Matt wait," She grabbed the end of his tail. "I think we should wait for what the rest of the clan."

"Elisa I suggest you let go of me." His voice was somewhere between his normal town and a growl. She noticed his eyes were glowing.

"Please wait."

"You never liked Demona. I understand that part of the reason is that she tried to kill you but now is not the time to let her tormentor to go free."

"I want Thailog punished too but I think we have a better chance if the whole clan worked together." The glow dimmed in his eyes.

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"I want him dead," Matt said. He was with the others who transformed.

"It is obvious what I think," Demona said. "Now if you excuse me I have to feed my son.

"What about you guys?" Matt asked.

"I think he should be punished," Jerry said. "but not killed."

"You know how I feel about killing," Marle said.

"So far we are tied. Frank, Gloria?"

"Demona isn’t my favorite person," Gloria began, "but what Thailog did to her is inexcusable. Kill the bastard." Her eyes had a slight red glow.

"Ditto," Was Frank’s response.

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In another room Elisa and the other gargoyles were casting similar votes.

"I have never been big on the death penalty," Elisa said. "Even though what Thailog did was despicable I can not vote for his death."

"I agree with the lass," Hudson said. "There are few of us as it is. We can not kill one of our own."

"Thailog is a clone," Brooklyn began. "He knows the difference between right and wrong, he took pleasure in his torture. He deserves to be killed.

"Clone or not he is still a gargoyle," Lexington said. "I say he lives."

"He hurt my mother. I want him dead."

"I’m with Angela on this one," Broadway said.

"I feel life is precious, even though his crime is great I can not allow him to be killed," Goliath said. "There are a few of us in the city. So many want us dead. I don’t want to sink to that level." The second he finished his vote Bronx walked up to him and held out a paw.

"You feel the same was too," Goliath kneeled down to scratch him behind the ears.

"We have made our vote," Matt walked in. "Four verses two pro killing."

"Five verses three," Elisa said. "Against."

"We are at a tie," Lex said. "What do we do."

"In case a off a tie we capture Thailog," Goliath said "and vote again."

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Hollywood licked the last drops of stew from his bowl. He was still hungry. The tan clone made his way back to the pot and was about to ladle himself another bowl when Burbank smacked his hand.

"I hungry," Hollywood complained.

"Master says no seconds," Burbank said.

"But I still hungry."

"Master says your too fat," Malibu pointed out. "Now we wait for master." Hollywood was about to complain again when the knob on the door jiggled.

"Master!" Three voices shouted at once. The happy expression on their faces faded when they saw who was behind the door.

"It’s not a total loss," Lexington said. "We can round them up and return them to Talon."

"Talon?" Hollywood said.

"Yes Talon," Angela smiled. "He misses you."

"No," Malibu’s eyes started to light up. "Master says Talon is not master. They are enemies."

"Looks like were going to have to battle them," Lex said.

"I’m not sure if I’m ready for gargoyle verses gargoyle battle," Jerry said seconds before Burbank nearly tackled him. "But I’m guessing I’m going to have to be ready."

Lexington raced with Malibu behind him. The flying squirrel gargoyle made sure the clone was close behind. He was about to run into the wall until the last second when leaped into the opposite direction. Malibu tried to stop but did crash. Lex couldn’t rest yet. Malibu may have crashed but he was still conscious. He raced after the little gargoyle. Lexington’s large eyes scanned around looking for something that will help him. He caught sight of the pot and raced ahead. Malibu increased his speed as well. Lex headed towards the large pot and leaped over it at the last second. Malibu crashed into the pot while Lex shifted his weight to cause the pot to crash down onto the clone.

Jerry ducked from another punch that nearly landed in his face. He was preparing to grab Burbank’s hand in a blocking method. He was about to duck again when his tail lashed out and tripped the clone. The weregoyle wasted no time and pounced on him.

"So I guess I just do this?" Jerry asked before landing a punch in Burbank’s face.

"Exactly like that," Lex smiled. "You better get on the horn with the others. I’m going to see if Angela needs help." The smaller of the two scampered off.

Jerry placed the headset over his ears and pressed a button.

"All who can hear this we have news. We found the clones."

Angela didn’t want to hurt Hollywood and it wasn’t because he looked to much like her mate, part of him wants to be with Talon and she knew that sometimes being a good warrior doesn’t involve fighting but instead talking things out.

"You don’t want to hurt me do you?" She asked.

"I don’t want to hurt you."

"You miss Talon right?"

"Talon is nice. He let me have seconds."

"Thailog won’t let you have seconds?"

"No he says I’m too fat."

"Did Talon or Maggie ever say that?"

"No."

"Would you like to be with them and Delilah and Brentwood."

"Yes I miss my clone brother and sister."

"So lets not fight and you can go back to them."

"Okay."

"Do you know where Thailog might be?"

"He at warehouse."

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Thailog slipped through the semi boarded up window of an abandoned warehouse. He felt he was too clever this time. He kept the clones in one are and Demona in another. Houston was a loose canon and was weak. He knew that if the human was caught he would end up revealing something. He never stayed in place more than one night. He kept on moving. Three major bases and several minor hang outs. He felt he was going to have to leave the city soon. So careful, yet he didn’t notice the pair of glowing white eyes staring in from outside.

At the last second he heard the sound of something incoming and braced himself for the tackle. The clone opened his red eyes and looked into the eyes of the golden gargoyle that had him pinned down.

"I don’t believe we have met," Thailog said.

"Shut up!" Matt growled. "You have no right to speak!"

"You must be part of Goliath’s clan. Funny, I thought they hated Demona." Matt’s arm shot out and his spread hand grabbed Thailog’s jaw, sealing his face."

"Don’t you even mention her name. What you did to her, I want to rip your fucking throat out." He pressed his talons so deeply into his head that he felt blood gather. Thailog was still for a few seconds until he punched the other gargoyle in the back of the head.

"I guess this must make you the proud papa," Thailog slipped away. "Congratulations on knocking the bitch up." He was heading towards a pile of rags. Matt grunted and looked at the ground. Seeing a loose nail he grabbed it and plunged the sharp rusty point into one of Thailog’s foot talons. The black gargoyle roared in pain. Matt prepared to tackle him again when Thailog pulled a gun from under the rags and aimed it at the red head.

"Tell me," Thailog smirked. "What’s it like having used material."

"It’s wonderful after I got past the used part," Matt retorted.

"Touche." His talon was about to press the trigger when he was attacked from behind. Brooklyn tried to push the clone down while Hudson removed the gun from his hands. "Old friends as well as new." He threw Brooklyn and ran towards the nearest window.

"He’s mine!" Matt roared and took after him.

"Lad wait!" Hudson called out. Brooklyn halted him with his hand.

"You contact the others I’ll follow," The second in command ordered."

"Fine lad," Hudson said when he was alone. "You follow and leave me to figure out this thing."

Thailog was about to climb out the window when Matt caught up.

"I don’t know who you are," Thailog said. "but your trying my patients."

"You hurt my mate, my love. Your patience are petty insects compared to what I’m about to do to you." Thailog grunted and kicked backwards. The impact of his kick caused the wind to be knocked out of the detective for a second. Matt leaped forward. His prey was inches from his grasp. He stretched his wings and sank the claws off his wing fingers into the black tail. Thailog thrashed his tail but the golden talons were hooked. Gritting his teeth Thailog Climbed out the window tearing his flesh in the process.

Matt climbed after him. The second he made it to the top he was met with a punch in his face. The weregoyle growled and leaped forward. He tackled the clone for the second time that night. He tried to secure both wrists to the ground but Thailog’s left wrist wrenched free and lashed out digging deep into Matt’s wing. The golden gargoyle reeled back in pain long enough for Thailog to slip out but not long enough for the enemy to get away. Before Thailog was about to glide off Matt caught up.

"Who are you?" Thailog demanded as he held the other gargoyle’s wrists.

"Matt Bluestone." Matt answered before jabbing his knee spur deep into the clone’s crotch. The second his hands were free he punched Thailog right in the nose. He was about to fall off the side but grabbed the edge at the last second.

"The detective," Thailog recognized. His eyes widened when he realized the truth. "So Demona and I both created mates."

"I was not created nor programmed," Matt said before he punched Thailog again. His knuckles became sticky with blood. "What we feel is love. Something a soulless piece of shit like you will never under stand."

"I under stand what it is between the two of you. It’s like when a bitch werewolf is in heat and bites a human male. That male becomes her mate. I hope you and your bitch are happy." Matt growled and punched him again. He didn’t stop but continue pummeling the clone with punches until he loosed his grip. Bluestone spun around and gripped Thailog’s neck with his tail. He could end it now, but no. He released his grip.

Thailog landed on the ground and Matt glided down after him.

"You didn’t kill him did you?" Brooklyn asked as he landed next to him.

"He still has a pulse and he is still breathing." They both felt the first drops of rain seconds before the rest of the clan showed up.

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Demona didn’t know why she was wearing a blindfold, but her love insisted on it. She held his hand and relied on her mate to lead her safely as they glided through the night.

"Here we are," Matt announced when they landed. She reached up to removed the blindfold. "Whoa not yet beloved." He took her hand and led her through the building. The scent of sawdust, freshly dried paint and hay struck her nose. "Now you can remove it."

She opened her eyes and noticed they were in a large room with hardwood floors. The edge ended in a spotlight lined curve. Beyond were rows and rows of seats. She looked up and saw more lights, sandbags and a catwalk.

"Why are we in a theater?"

"Happy anniversary."

"Anniversary?"

"It’s been one year since we first made love. Follow me." He led her up the ladder to the hay loft that was part of the set. He reached out and pulled her up next to him. While she was trying to figure it out he crawled over to a corner and pulled out a basket. He removed the cloth and showed her the contents. Fine cheeses, fancy crackers, a variety of fruit, two wine glasses and a bottle of wine.

"When did you set this up?" Demona asked.

"A friend of Jerry’s helped me prepare this one hour before sundown." He popped the cork. "Now hand me your glass." She held her glass while he poured the wine. She took a small sip before placing a grape into his mouth. He placed some cheese on a cracker and fed it to her.

An hour later the bottle was empty and the basket was also. She leaned against his chest while he kissed her head.

"Were not drunk are we?" She asked and rubbed her claws gently across his stomach.

"Just on love," He answered.

"Bad, that was bad. Your punishment is to kiss me." He pulled her in closer as they pressed their lips together.

Her lips widened and closed as she felt each part of his mouth. She stuck her tongue into his mouth brushing against his gums until he opened his mouth. She nearly cut herself on his fangs as her tongue pushed back until she nearly reached his uvula.

His hands slid up and down her back as she pressed in closer to him. He inhaled her kiss as he would take a deep breath when he finished a good jog. His fingers moved lower until he felt the soft and firm curves of her ass. He traced around the shape of it before gripping it and gently squeeze it.

She didn’t want to separate from his kiss but knew she had to if she wanted to taste him all over. Her hands gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled up. She felt him removing her loin cloth.

The pulled their mouths apart the second they were naked.

"I love you," He said.

"I love you too."

"I want to say it too you at least once a day and once at night my azure goddess."

"I feel the same my golden warrior." Her fingers were wrapped around his jutting sex. She glided her down to the end of the shaft and pressed her thumb pad against his head. She lowered her head and placed the end into her mouth, gently sucking like a person sipping from a water bottle. With her teeth and her tongue she guided his male hardness slowly down her throat. She closed her eyes halfway before she began to gulp down his nectar.

"Exactly life our first night," He whispered as he massaged her head with his fingers. "Lets finish in your office." She gripped him harder while his tail slid into her lust swollen love hole.

The End