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by: Spacebabie

Email: LadyAndromeda@smstars.zzn.com

Confrontations

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Jon's office was almost like his old office except the thick plush carpet was slate gray, not blue gray. The walls were painted cerulean, the two chairs were wooden with plump navy blue cushions. His company pen set was indigo. Jon Canmore sank into his chair as he smiled at the middle aged woman who sat across from him.

"You were impressed with my group?" Jon asked with a slight lift with his eyebrows. The woman nodded.

"My daughter wasn’t," The woman lowered her amber eyes. "She was part of P.I.T. She went to their parties, designed clothes with those creatures as a main part of the theme, and now-"her eyes squeezed tighter as a tears formed. "Now she is one of them."

"A complete one?"

"No she just changes into one when the sun goes down. It was caused by some sort of mutagen, but she lives in their nest and is in love with one of them. She tells me she is happy, but I can’t believe it." She opened her eyes when she felt Jon’s hand on top of hers. He had gotten up out of his chair and walked over to her.

"I suffer from the same affliction," he said slowly. "I know the pain she goes through and I keeping looking forward to the day when I will be cured."

"I’ve seen the tabloids at the checkout line but I never believed it was true." She gave his a hand a small squeeze. He nodded slightly. When she had returned home from her shopping trip Lorrie gave him a very somber look as she handed him the paper. Upon seeing the outrageous headline and the photo of him as John Castaway imposed with Goliath’s wings he crumpled the paper into a ball and toss it acrss he room before kicking one of the fine dining room chairs over. He didn’t know what he as more angry at the time: The fact they had found out or the fact that they used Goliath’s wings.

"Now Mrs. Duchamp," Jon walked back to his chair. "You said you have the first payment?" Mrs. Duchamp nodded as she handed him a twenty dollar bill. "Excellent." He wrote down her name and handed her a shiny brass pin. She picked it up and examined it. It had a hammer surrounded by a circle on three slash marks.

Mrs. Duchamp had been gone only for a few minutes when Jon heard knocking on his door.

"It’s Reggie," Reginald Leahs called from the other side of the door.

"Come on in," Jon said without looking up from his paper work. Reggie entered the office and sauntered over to where Jon sat.

"I see you have been gathering some new recruits," The other man leaned against the desk. "Are you going to keep the name?" Jon looked up at him.

"The Quarrymen? Of course I’m keeping the name. Why?"

"Oh nothing. It’s just that they don’t have the best reputation." He boosted himself up until he sat on the polished wooden surface. "You might want to change it to the chislemen, the demon slayers or heck even the monster squad."

"I would appreciate it if you kept your ass of my desk." Reggie slid off.

"Fine, you think about the name change but remember two things. One when my mother retires I will own half the company. You will be working for me, and two this afternoon is the quarterly review. Mom wants you to be there."

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A finely French manicured nail popped the pale pink bubble that protruded from the mouth of Mary Anne. Her pouty little lips and nails had the same shade of pink as the gum. She stretched her little fingers before she typed up a few notes. She probably was the most well paid secretary in the whole city, and she didn’t mind using some it to splurge on herself. She was on first name basis with her manicurist and she ditched her glasses for contacts. She even caught the eye of a man who was the personal assistant of the man who was in charge of Cyberbiotics.

The notes were nearly fully typed when the discussion in Mrs. Bluestone-Destine’s office had turned to shouting. Mary Anne smiled smugly. She can always tell when her boss was firing some incompetent nitwit and half the times these idiots get bitchy.

"Well maybe if you did your job properly then you would still have it," She mumbled underbreath.

The door exploded and a man in a dark gray business suit stormed out.

"This isn’t over," he shouted while waving his fist. "I’m going to call my lawyer!" His face was like a tomato in shape and redness. His whole body shook with each word he shouted. What really annoyed Mary Anne about him was that saliva kept leaping off his teeth and onto her desk.

"Please go," Mary Anne said to him. "Don’t make me have to call security." He narrowed his eyes at her.

"You smug little desk monkey." She ignored the insult and reached for the phone.

"Hi security? This is Mrs. Bluestone-Destine’s secretary. We just terminated an employee here and he refuses to leave." The man shoved his hands into his pockets and walked off. Her smile became bigger as she waved "buh-bye" to the man. "Okay I think he going to clear out his desk and is going to do it peacefully." She placed the phone back and pulled out up a Puff’s brand tissue to wipe up her desk with.

"It’s the little people like that who annoy me," Dominique Bluestone-Destine had exited her office and leaned against the door. She glanced at her secretary and nodded "Good job Mary Anne."

"Thank you Ma’am. When do you want to leave for the quarterly review at Prometheotech?"

"In about an hour."

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Gregory Leahs frowned at his brother. Reggie was being helpful making sure everyone found their seats and provided cups of coffee but he knew that something was up. The way his brother had been smiling recently when earlier that week was quiet and pensive. He wanted to pull his brother to the side and give him a good talking to but he couldn’t The sound of a man clearing his throat brought his attention to the two people who had just entered. An elderly man was being wheeled by another man with thick slightly curly dark hair and a narrow chin. He wore black framed glasses and a bow tie.

"Welcome to Prometheotech Mr. Renard and Mr. Vogel," Greg smiled at them. "My brother will kindly show you to your seats and see if you need anything to drink." That was technically the main reason why he couldn’t speak with Reggie. Both brothers were on the greet and seat task. While Reggie helped everyone to their chairs he had to stand a the door smiling and shaking hands.

"Thank you," Renard smiled back before looking up at Vogel. "Why couldn’t Janine marry one those two boys?" Greg felt his cheeks get hot.

"I’m not really worthy of someone like your daughter," he chuckled.

"Nonsense any father would be proud to have you as a son-in-law."

"Tell that to my father-in-law."

Renard and Vogel were the last men on the list. Once they were seated Greg waved his brother over to him.

"I need to get Mr. Renard’s tea and his assistant’s water," Reggie said and noticed his brother’s stone cold expression. "What is wrong?"

"You are up to something. Just don’t do it."

"Do what?" Reggie asked innocently.

"Whatever it is that you are planning. Nothing good will come of it. I still think you should confess to what you and Morton did to Mr. Glendale."

"I’d love to continue this but any second now mom’s going to call from the floor she and the women are on through the intercom."

Four times a year the main CEO’s and or representatives from some of the major companies would meet together. Twice they would all be together in a large room and the other times it would be a split between the genders. The Leahs brothers sat at opposite ends of the long table. Greg’s assistant Zachary sat next to him and Jon sat next to Reggie. The young father narrowed his blue eyes at David Xanatos before noticing that Ambrosia Leahs’s assistant Kade had the same glare on Reggie.

While everyone had a large styrofoam cup of their beverage of choice the rest of the refreshments were in the middle of the room in their boxes they had arived in: Bagels, some with cream cheese and some with out, muffins, and doughnuts. Greg knew these would be enough for the men. His mother had to make sure the women had a buffet provided for them. He didn’t mind that fact since twice a year he got to munch on chicken wings, onion rings and cookies at the reviews.

"Greetings gentlemen," Ms Leahs’s voice was heard on the intercom. "If everyone is ready I believe we can begin."

The meeting continued with discussions on revenue, advertising, and any amazing breakthroughs. Nightstone beamed about it’s patch that connects the broken areas in the nerve that will enable people who have become paralyzed in accidents to be able to walk again. Xanatos enterprises mentioned trying to work on a developments that will enable people who were born with crippling diseases like MS and Cerebral Palsy to be able to walk. Renard brought up the fact that he was grateful that both were helping those who were like them, but until that day when both companies amazing solutions becomes available to the public his company developed something useful to help them along

"You finally developed the personal house robot?" Xanatos asked with a lift of one of his eyebrows.

"Not quite," Renard answered while Preston held up a picture that looked like a flat red race car with a large sack attached to it. "This is the Cybermulch." Preston held up another picture of what appeared to be a suburban front yard. A man in a wheelchair was placed on a cement walkway holding on to a remote. The Cybermulch was in front of long grass, behind it the grass was cut. Half the lawn was already mowed. "As you can easily see this is no ordinary lawnmower. It’s a type of robot that runs by remote control. We already have the patent and are working on a similar system for a vacuum cleaner.

"That is very nice Mr. Renard," Ambrosia responded deadpanned. "But we can’t see the pictures."

"I’m sorry. Mr. Vogel could you take these images downstairs?"

"I’ll do that," Reggie stood up. "I need to get some of these notes to mot-I mean Ms. Leahs. Jon can I have those notes?" He turned to Canmore. Jon handed him the small stack of notes and noticed that Reggie’s eyes seemed a bit more purple than blue, in fact they were glowing. "Thank you. That is all I need." His voice echoed in Jon’s mind even after the other man had stood up.

"Young man are you feeling all right?" Renard asked when he noticed Jon was rubbing the area between his eyes.

"Sinuses," Jon explained.

"They bother me this time of year too," someone said.

"I think because it’s allergy season," someone else added.

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"I think there is something wrong with that one elevator," Reggie said as soon as he entered the office room with the women. One small glare from his mother told him that it was unprofessional to complain about such things. He mouthed an apology as he handed his mother the papers, and held up the pictures for everyone to see.

"That will be all Reginald," Leahs said as she glanced over the notes. Her son nodded and headed or the door. He paused in front of Dominique Bluestone-Destine.

"I think my mother is going to need for you to stay late," he said while staring into her green eyes. "You don’t mind do you?" Dominique felt her eyes locked with his. She couldn’t move. There was something about his eyes and the way his voice echoed through her mind.

"That wouldn’t be too much of a problem," Dominique said while rubbing the area between her eyes. Reggie grinned before he took a deviled egg and left.

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Time continued as both rooms kept the discussion flowing. Pens scratched against note pads while cups of room temperature coffee was slurped and donuts, bagels, and muffins were eaten. Once the last chart was followed up and what everyone’s expectations was mentioned the meeting was adjourned.

"I believe the next review will be held at Cyberbiotics," Preston Vogel said as he pushed his glasses further up his nose. "At our main building." The rest of the men nodded.

"It is understood," Leahs’s voice said. "We will meet again in three months. Kade will you please come see me right now." As the men pushed in their chairs Reggie reached and grabbed Jon by the arm of his jacket.

"Could you stay here and go over a few notes with me?" Reggie asked him.

"Sure," Jon sat back down. "Just remember the time."

"I will." He noticed that David Xanatos was still standing in the room with his assistant. "Is something the matter Mr. Xanatos?" The richest man in the city shook his head slightly.

"I’m wondering if Mr. Canmore knows what time it is?" he ignored the cold blue daggers the weregoyle shot at him. "I don’t think he wants to be kept too late."

"I have a watch," Jon said icily. "Thank you for your concern." He waited for them to leave before he turned to the other man and hissed. "Did you see how he rubbed it in my face?"

"I saw, don’t worry about it."

"Should we stay?" Greg asked. His eyes had narrowed onto his brother.

"It will be fine with just the two of us."

Reggie promised the meeting would be quick and brief, but Jon did glance at his watch once and informed the other man that Sunset was in thirty minutes.

"Your right," Reggie said as he reached for his notepad. "We should end n-oppose" his hand accidentally came across his cup tipping it over, and spilling dark liquid on Jon’s sleeve. "Jeeze sorry." Jon stood up and reached for the small pile of white napkins.

"It’s okay," Jon said while wiping his arm. He was thankful that the fluid was at room temperature. "I’ll get cleaned up in the men’s room."

"I’ll wait for you in my car," Reggie smirked before he pulled out his cell phone.

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The women were deep in discussion when Ambrosia’s phone went off. Her purplish blue eyes flashed a bit of annoyance before she grabbed the phone.

"Leahs speaking?" Her forehead crinkled with more annoyance. "Fine I’ll meet with you now." she turned off the phone and put it into her pocket before smiling politely at Dominique. "I am so sorry, something has come up. Can we set up a business lunch sometime later this week?"

"Sure we can," Dominique nodded before she turned to Mary Anne. "Mary I want you compare schedules with Ms Leahs secretary. I’ll be in the car."

"Gotcha," Mary Anne said before smiling at Tracie. "Shall we compare?" The other young woman pulled out a coral colored faux leather appointment book.

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Dominique was relieved to have the damn smaller meeting over with. She was trying to find a polite way to tell Ms Leahs that she had to leave. Well it wasn’t like the other woman didn’t know. She employed The Hunter after all. She hoped Mary Anne won’t dawdle with the other secretary. She pressed the down arrow button on the elevator and didn’t have to wait long. The elevator stopped and opened a few seconds after she pressed the button.

She wasn’t alone. She glanced at the other person in the panel lined box and nearly dropped her jaw.

"God!" Jon Canmore had to do a double take to make sure it was her.

"You!" Dominique shouted before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Okay we just have to stay in the same enclosed space for a few more-" The sudden jarring stop of the elevator caused her to nearly fall forward. "Shit." Jon fell back slightly and felt his backside strike a wall.

"Well isn’t this just perfect," Jon fumed as he pressed the emergency open button. Nothing happened. While biting back insults he opened the door to the phone and placed the receiver to his ear. "God Damn it!" he threw it down. The phone banged against the wall before it swung.

"Now what?" her voice dripped with irritation. "It’s dead?"

"Yes it is," Jon turned to her and smiled. "Jest like yer going t’ be."His light blue eyes were still narrow but widened slightly. He bared his teeth while he balled up his fist. "Now I might spare ye life fer now if ye give m’ what I want." Demona rolled her eyes and let out a heavy sigh before she set her expensive purse down.

"When are going to get it though that thick skull of yours? There is no cure!"

"Yes there-" Jon lunged his fist to her face. With lightening speed Dominique grabbed his wrist but only slowed down. She heard a pop and felt the knuckles come in contact with her left cheek. "Is."

Demona breathed deeply while she rubbed her check tenderly. Her other wrist was sore. It was either sprained or broken.

"You are a stubborn fool." She seethed. "There is no counter spell, because there was no magic involved. It was pure science using part of my blood. I had Anton Sevarius isolate the part of my DNA that causes me to transform and use it in the serum. The same serum that you accidentally fell on."

"That you pushed me down on." He came for her again. This time Dominique side stepped him and avoided his fist before delivering a kick into his calf. Jon stumbled forward and fell against the wall.

"If you insist on fighting me Hunter then so be it. I don’t mind it. In fact I think I’m going to enjoy this." Jon stood back up and glared at her.

"This is going to end Demon." Jon leaped for her with his fist out. She managed to dodge his fist but not his body. Canmore collided into her knocking the immortal down. Without further hesitation he straddled over her body and pinned her with his fingers locked around her wrists. Triumph flashed across his face as he stared down at her. Dominique’s flame of deep red hair that was normally kept in a neat ponytail or a bun during the day but was flowing around her head on the floor. Her deep green eyes locked into his face while he stared down her soft neck and the curves of her breast as she breathed. She was the demon, but as a human she was on the comely side.

Demona did not know why he was staring at her like that, but it did buy her some time. She pulled up her knees giving him a slight bump and temporarily loosening his grip on her wrists. She shot up with her fist under his chin. The Hunter grunted as his head shot back ward. Demona rolled from under him, her side pressed against the stuck doors before she stood back up.

"Stop," she said between pants. Jon was rubbing his chin and jaw. "We need to stop this fight now."

"Why?" He blinked before he continued. "Why did I say why? I will ne’er stop this fight."

"The sun is about to set," she removed the diamond ring from her hand while slipping out of her heels. "I think you might want to do the same." Jon let out a loud breath before he pulled off his ring and detatched the chain that hung around his neck. "It seems that we are not that different Hunter." She attached her ring to the chain around her neck and redid the clasp. "You have adopted the same technique my mate and I use with our rings." Jon did not look at her as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"I cannae really leave it on now can I?" He pulled of the garment before he bent down to pull of his shoes and socks. "My ring and fifth finger fuse into one. It would be extremely painful, not t’ mention the ring would break." He had finished stripping off his clothes and stood wearing nothing but his pair of blue cotton boxers. His eyes widened slightly when he noticed Demona was wearing her usually halter and loin cloth that she wore at night. "Do ye always wear that under yer human clothing?"

"Not all the time," she ran her fingers through her hair. "It is more comfortable than what most manufactures consider decent underwear."

"Ye know ye are pretty in yer human form. I guess it will be much easier fer me t’ kill ye at-" He didn’t finish. Already the first part of the change was underway. Demona stared at him as his skin changed color and texture. She closed her eyes when she felt the first pain of her internal organs shifting and knew he was going through the same . Her ears burned when they stretched into their larger pointed shape and her mouth tingled with slight pain as her canines lengthened. The immortal let out a strained moan when she felt the last two fingers on each hand fuse, the muscles on the other fingers slightly thickened and her nails grew into long sharp and curved talons. She opened her eyes so she could watch the Hunter suffer the same kind of pain.

He was bracing himself against the elevator wall while his feet grew and the arch changed form. Each heel grew into a pointed spur, smaller toes fused together and sharp claws grew. His back rippled slightly before a pair of moss green wings ripped through the skin and grew to full length. His tailbone grew longer into a powerful tail and his forehead extended.

Demona had closed her eyes when she felt her own wings formed and reopened them as her tail grew. She felt a similar painful discomfort on her own forehead when her unique browridge formed. At the end the elevator was illuminated by a bright reddish and a white light while the two gargoyles roared.

"Well," Jon said once the tingling and slightly burning aftershock of the pain had settled. "Shall we continue?"

"Fool," Demona uttered. "We can get out now." She stepped toward the doors and slipped her claws in the crack. She used some of her muscles as she pulled the doors apart. Her grin faded when she noticed the small space above and bellow the thick solid material that separated the floors.

"No problem," Jon said. "Robin, Jason and I practiced crawling around and through tight spaces. Part of our Hunter training." He dropped to the ground and wriggled on his belly towards the bottom opening. While still holding the doors to the elevator open Demona slid her feet down and slipped them in between the cracks of the lower floor that had more room. and pulled it open with her legs. Jon crawled under her, ignoring the sweet fragrance that was wafting down from in between her legs. a scent that was making him feel strange and slightly aroused. He tried to pull himself through but his spiked frill kept him from fitting. With a snarl he slid backwards and stood up."Damn this thing!" He had his hand on his forehead after he backed out. "Why does yer species have them anyway?"

"Brow ridges are a little like helmets," Demona explained. "They protect our skulls a little better." She stared at the bottom opening and the top opening. ""My brow ridge is smaller but I won’t be able to fit my wings through there unless I fold them." Jon took her place and held the doors open while she caped her wings. He hadn’t really paid attention when he crawled under her legs but now that she was crawling under him he took notice. He felt his heartbeat increase in rhythm while the tip of his tail flickered.

"Damn it!" She slid backwards.

"So which of yer gargoyle features is it?"

"It’s not gargoyle," She stood back up and had a small sheepish expression on her face. "It’s female." Jon let go of the doors as he backed up. He kept biting on his lower lip to keep from laughing.

"This is like that song," he said while folding his arms. "’Ironic’. As humans we cannae open the doors and as monsters we cannae slip through."

"We are not monsters, nor are we demons or beasts. We are gargoyles. When are you going to learn and respect that?"

"I know what ye are," His expression did not change from being stoic. "Gargoyles are monsters, they are demons, they are beasts. I will ne’er respect that." She marched right up to him and stared him in the eyes.

"Are you a demon? or a monster or a beast?"

"I am hu-" Her hand grabbed his face before he could finish.

"No you are not. When are you going to get it through your head that you are a weregoyle?"

"Because I’m not." He lowered his lids and hung his head. "I am na a monster nor a demon."

"Why do we come off as monsters? Is it our appearance?" Her eyes glosed softly.

"Ye’ve got fangs, claws, tails. Ye growl ye lope around on all fours ye-" She had cut him off again.

"So do cats," She raised an eye ridge slightly. "Tell me Canmore do you hate cats?"

"Of course not."

"Cats are innocent. Humans think of them that way now but centuries ago they were considered to be demons, allies of devils and witches. They were hunted down for being what they are."

"We made a mistake but they don’t have wings or horns, nor reptilian skin." Jon glanced down at his own hands Staring at them he could make out the tiny green scales. "They don’t go around trying t’ annihilate m’ species with a specially crafted virus."

"I made a mistake," Demona lowered her eyes. "and I’m sorry for it." She opened her eyes when she heard him laughing.

"Yer apologizing? Yer kind doesn’t know apology."

"My kind is your kind," She glared into his eyes.

"Ye killed m’ father. Yer kind nearly killed m’ brother. Yer kind caused him to be paralyzed."

"I made it possible for him to walk again."

"Ye are setting him up." he leaned forward.

"I’m trying to let this hate go, but you are too stubborn to try. You won’t even allow yourself to accept what you are."

"I know what I am and I have seen the truth."

"You won’t listen to the tru-" This time he interupted her with his mouth pressed against her. They held together for a few seconds before Demona pushed him away. His black eyes reflected the confusion that she felt and his mouth was hanging open like hers.

"What the hell was that?" She asked.

"I donae know," His voice had a bit of a squeak as he backed into a corner. He recloaked his wings while wrapping his tail before he sat down.

"Why do you do that?" She stared down at him.

"Do what?"

"Keep your tail like that?" She sat down next to him. "I don’t want to fight. I just want to get out of here and until then we can talk."

"If it’s na hanging I think of it less."

"Why? A tail can be a useful weapon."

"Aye, Goliath told me," he leaned back. "Actually he showed me. I understand that they are useful fer yer kind. I was trained to watch out fer yer tails, but" He closed his eyes as he sighed. "I’m na supposed t’ have one."

"Please don’t interrupt me when I say this,"She held up a talon. "But at night you are a gargoyle. You are supposed to have a tail."

"I turn into a gargoyle at night," he nodded. "But I’m still human."

"If this was a one time thing I would agree with you but it’s not. You transform every night. That’s what makes you a weregoyle." He opened his mouth to protest but she held up her talon again. "I never meant for you to become one. Yes I pushed you down on the table, but I didn’t notice the beaker until you landed on it. Thailog was in my lab earlier that day. He left it there and Sevarius never got around to cleaning it up before you arrived. I had just gotten back from my honeymoon. Your becoming one of use was an accident, but don’t get me wrong, it is a fitting punishment for you."

"So you are glad that I’m like this?" His eyes glowed softly before he closed them. "Why do they do that?"

"I thought you knew about gargoyles."

"I know what they do," he shrugged. "But I do na know why."

"Well to answer your first question yes I am glad that you are a weregoyle. You now experience the same pain I go through. Humans treat you at night the same way they have treated my kind for centuries. You hate gargoyles and you are now the thing you despise the most." She closed her eyes and sighed. "but I felt the same way about all humans. When I first started to turn into one at dawn I was also in denial of what I am." She opened her eyes but kept her lids low. "You and I are a lot a like."

"I’m nothing like ye." He tensed up.

"Relax." She leaned back again."Was there anyone waiting for you downstairs?"

"Sometimes I go home with Ms Leahs, Gregory or Reggie, sometimes Ms Leahs lets me borrow a limo. Reggie was going to drive me t’ the mansion. He probably left since he knows I can glide home."

"The same with me sort of. If I’m not in my limo by a certain time they are instructed to leave without me. I know you have more questions. Do you want to know how to lope? Do you want to know why we have wings."

"I’m ne’er going t’ run on all fours and I already know about the wings, they saved m’ loves life."

"I have heard you have become quite the glider."

"Well I do li-" he paused. "Well I do need t’ learn how t’ use them better t’ catch those that I love." Demona sat up and smiled.

"That was not what you were about to say. You like your wings. You enjoy gliding."

"Nae."

"Oh yes you do. Humans wished they had wings. If not then there wouldn’t be airplanes." Jon reached up to touch his forhead right under the row of white sharp spikes.

"Why do I have this dinosaur thing while ye have those curved ridges?

"You are changing the subject, but I’ll answer the question anyways. It’s to help us tell each other part, the same reason why we have different colored skin, different wings, some have unique tails, some have beaks. We look different and that is how we could tell each other apart. It was the reason we didn’t have names. That was what we were brought up to believe." Jon’s eyes rolled up again.

"Why do I have these spikes and not ridges like Goliath or horns?"

"This is what you would be like if you hatched as a gargoyle, that is part of the serum’s charm."

"What are the purpose of spurs?" Jon lifted his arm exposing his double pointed elbow spurs.

"Makes a bigger impact when you jab someone with your elbow." He stroked his chest gently.

"Why do I na have m’ chest hair, or other body hair?"

"That I don’t know. The same as why we have fangs or why our eyes glow." He nodded when he heard the answer and stared down at his stomach.

"Why does m’ naval seal up?" He rubbed his smooth abdomen

"We hatch from eggs, so normally gargoyles don’t have a belly button I know you were born but during the night we are one hundred percent gargoyle so you have no naval."

"We are one hundred percent human during the day?" Demona nodded.

"That is what a weregoyle is, since we spend half our lives as gargoyles we are in a way half gargoyle. I guess that makes your son one quarter gargoyle."

"Lorrie must be worried," his eyes filled with concern. "I want t’ hold m’ son."

"Me too, I mean I want to hold my son." She gave his arm a gentle pat. "When he is five or six, that is when he will be old enough for his gliding lessons."

"Thanks fer the tip."

"I keep forgetting that you don’t have an instruction manual on how to be a gargoyle. Let me give you some more information." She scooted slight closer to him before reaching out. The male weregoyle flinched. "I’m not going to hurt you." She waited for him to relax before she gently rubbed the soft velvet like fleshy protrusions that were above his eyes where his eyebrows used to be. "This is what gargoyles do instead of kissing, and it is affecting you like a kiss. Your eyes have soft peaceful look to them. I’m feeling it too."

"But I prefer kissing."

"That is what my mate and I did at first even though I wanted to feel his talons run through my hair. My patience paid off and that gargoyle instinct kicked in." Her fingers slipped from the browridges and moved up and down his frill. "We still kiss though"

Jon closed his eyes as he digested the information. He still uses his lips to bestow affection on to Lorrie but there were times that he just wanted to take a few silky strands of her wine red hair into his talons and stroke and rub them.

"I’ve done it," he said as he reached up and brushed a talon against her brow ridge. "I’ve ran m' fingers through m’love’s hair." His finger left her brow ridge and sank into her hair. His other hand joined the first and all his talons ran through her wild red mane.

"Your good at this." Her voice had become soft and smooth. She reached behind his head and removed the elastic that held his hair in a pony tail before she raked her azure claws through his golden locks.

"This is nice," he agreed while staring into her eyes. Black iris’s like his but they appeared more beautiful on her. He closed his own when he noticed that she leaned forward and welcomed her kiss. His eye’s snapped open thirty seconds later.

"Stop that!" He pushed her off him. She stared at him with a shocked expression that soon melted away. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth twisted up into a snarl

"You are a fool. What we were doing before that kiss was technically the same thing. In a way it was worse," she lowered her head. "It was the same as kissing and necking repeatedly." She looked at him worriedly. "What is wrong with us?"

"I know what’s wrong with me." His nostrils twitched slightly. "I’m a male gargoyle and yer in season. That isn’t just perfume is it?" She shook her head.

"I seem to be going into season once a year now instead of every twenty." It did annoy her that she felt the need to breed more often than she usually did and in the end she ended up in the drug store buying maxi pads. On the plus side Gloria and Marle were pleased that they no longer had the time of the month, but instead the time of the year. Her eyes flickered to his crotch and noticed the bulge. "How big are you?" He covered up the rising with his hands.

"Excuse me!" He glared into her eyes. "but that is private."

"I’m just wondering if you knew that you got bigger at night. My mate goes from nine to twelve."

"Ye are telling me that m’ penis grows when I transform?" He slowly removed his hands and stared down at the lump.

"You didn’t know?" Her voice had an edge of mirth.

"I before point at her loin cloth.. "Do you change down there?" She reached down and lifted the flap of her loincloth that covered her smooth mound and spread her legs.

"See for yourself." Jon crawled around so he could get a good view from the front and bent down. He stared at her soft lips lightly dampened with her glistening nectar, wondering if he spread her petals with his fingers would he see pink inside. It would be a bit of a contrast with her azure skin. Jon closed his eyes.

‘Don’t think of that,’ he thought. ‘Lorrie’s pale flesh is prettier.’ Even though he was not allowing himself to see or think he could still smell. A sweet musky fragrance tickled his olfactory bulbs. His mouth watered as he opened one eye. Her lips were even wetter. He had to taste just a little to satisfy his craving. He parted his mouth to extend his tongue out a bit and managed to collect a glistening dab. Oh God! Jon savored the flavor as it passed the rest of his pallet to his throat. More, he wanted more. The little bit he just took did nothing to satisfy his craving. In fact it made it worse like using water to extinguish a grease fire. His throat felt dry. Jon pulled himself closer before licking her, coating his entire tongue. The Demon’ honey tasted as sweet as it did in those nightmare he had, but this was no nightmare. This was a dream. He licked her again this time more slowly. A dull ache formed between his loins and his tail slowly unwound from his waist. He shouldn’t have taken that first lick but it was too late now. With the end of his tail tapping gently against the ground he licked her lips again, and again.

Demona kept her head back against the elevator wall. She had clutched on to the cloth while her other hand was fingering the belt buckle, undoing it. She was thinking of pulling it off when she felt something warm and wet touch her nether lips. She paused and sat motionless. She felt it again, this time completely brush against her. It felt great. The immortal stifled a moan in her throat when she felt it again. A rational thought sliced through her mental sea of pleasure before she opened her eyes to see Castaway licking her hairless sex.

"What are you doing?" She asked. The other gargoyle stared up at her in shock.

"I..I...I...Donae know." He sat up.

"Don’t," Demona closed her eyes to fight the urge to say ‘stop.’ "Do it again." She opened her eyes to see the Hunter had gone to the other side of the elevator.

"I won’t." Did he sound bitter because he was licking her intimate spot or because he was stopped?

She refastened her buckle before she stood up. What had just happened? He asked if her genitalia changed when she transformed and she allowed him to see. The next thing she knew he was giving her oral sex. It couldn’t have just been the fact she was in heat, and why did she enjoy it? She glared at the green weregoyle. She forgot how physically strong he was because his suits kept his fine toned muscles in confinement. Now that most of his clothes were on the floor she could take all of his near naked splendor. Why the hell did he have to be such an attractive gargoyle?

She slammed her lids shut before turning around. Good she can’t see him, and since he wasn’t talking she couldn’t hear him. His faded CK1 did waft into her nostrils and knowing how close he was made her remember the feeling of his talons in her hair, his mouth against hers and his tongue against her tender folds. The last image of his near naked body had his tail just hanging. It wasn’t unique, it had a supple end like hers but she kept imagining what it would be like if the end his supple tail was inside her.

"What the hell?" She gasped as she forced her eyes open. Why was she fascinating about him? She was mated and married to Matt Bluestone. She loved him not the hunter. Matt’s golden body, his red hair and blue eyes. His smile, his muscles, the way that he held her, all of it. It was her mate that she loved. The way he tickled her feet day and night. She closed her eyes and imagined Matt’s tail was sliding up inside her, but she couldn’t. No matter how hard she focused the tail always turned out to be green instead of gold.

Her eyes reopened and she placed her palms against the wall and nearly sank her talons into the metal. She wanted Canmore. She wanted to feel his thrusting loins between her thighs. Her body craved his touch, his penetration and the more about it the more she also wanted to lay with him, but her heart did not.

"Oh God," She choked out while trying to ignore the warm and sticky feeling of the moisture that had gathered in-between her upper thighs. Still clutching on to the elevator she turned her body to look at him. His back was against the wall on the other side and his under pants were pulled down slightly. In his hand he held onto his enlarged green member. His wrist slid up and down while his eyes were closed and he mouthed something silently.

She kept her eyes transfixed on his pumping action while she unaware, stepped forward. The closer she got the better she could make out what he was mouthing.

She was halfway across when he began to whisper, the same word over and over again.

"Demon," The word left his mouth and made her heart jump. "Demon," he repeated. "Demon, Demona, Dominique."

"Oh Canmore," She moaned. His own dark eyes focused on her as he let go of his rig. "I want-" She licked her lips. "I want to feel your flesh. I crave you, every inch of my body craves you." She turned her head. "But I can’t. I love my mate."

"Oh God I feel the same," he choked. "I want t’ mate wi ye. I crave yer beautiful gargoyle body. Every bit of m’ wants you, needs ye, except fer m’heart." He noticed the red light that flashed across her eyes. "Are ye angry at me fer saying that?"

"No that just means we are going to make love." Tears formed in her eyes. "Your eyes flashed too."

"We have t’ be strong." He held out his hands. "Fer those we do love." She placed her hands against his and nodded before pushing. He pushed back. The pressing served as a temporary distraction but a lump formed in Jon’s throat when he felt her hands slide down his wrists and arms. The mere feeling of her touch against his skin caused him to swallow that lump.

"Oh no," he squeaked before shoving away her hands and reached for her shoulders. "Oh yes." He held her in an embrace and stared into her eyes. One hand traveled up her neck and stoked her hair. She pulled him closer and accepted his kiss.

They had their lips locked for nearly a minute. She could still feel his fingers in her hair while she stroked the sensitive area between his wings. A small scream exploded in her head and she pushed back.

"We can’t," she gasped.

"We mustn’t."

"But we want it." She leaned in for another kiss. A kiss that he eagerly accepted. Their mouths pressed together and opened and closed slighty. She gripped his shoulders when she felt his tongue invade her mouth and his hands slowly gliding down. Her own hands left his shoulders to grab and lower his undergarment even more. Jon’s own hands found the buckle of her loincloth and undid it. All she needed was to hear for the question. A low growl that was almost like a purr exited from his mouth. The mating growl. She replied with the shrill shriek of acceptance before she leaped in to his arms and wrapped her thighs around his center. He moved forward, making her back come in contact with one of the four walls.

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Aerosmith radiated out of the small speaker of the portable CD player/radio that rested on the table of the Prometheotech security room. Reginald Leahs watched the image of Destine and Canmore mating in their gargoyle forms while his head was in his hands and his elbows were on the table.

Reggie’s index fingers tapped together to the beat of the music, his eyes transfixed on the reluctant couple’s interwoven forms. A smirk formed on his face before he began to sing along.

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Demona snapped back her head causing her wild crimson hair to flare like a long whip of fire. She gripped on to the hunter with her muscular thighs as she continued to rock. She needed to pop, to feel the fire dance within. He had already come twice and it was her turn.

The small space was set aglow with red light when Demona opened her blazing eyes. The explosion rippled through her making her whole body tingle. Her cougar cry was accompanied by Jon’s tiger like roar when he flooded her with more of his seed.

Her loins still wanted it. She knew why. It was because of her being in season, her body did not want to stop until she felt that click, that sparkle of magic that told her a child had been conceived. Her body wanted to keep going but she didn’t. Gripping the thinly carpeted area she pulled herself off his body. The realization hit her like a freight train, but the guilt and remorse was even more painful. She looked up at Jon to see his glowing alabaster eyes before he decked her face with his fist.

"Ye seduced me ye monstrous bitch!" He snarled before crawling to where his discarded boxers where. He expected to hear a retort or her trying to strike him. He did not expect to hear crying. Did he hit her that hard? Once he slipped his undergarment back on he turned to look at her. The Demon had her legs together and folded up at the knees. Her face was in her hands as she shook with each sob.

"Oh Matthew," she weeped. "Charlemang. How could I have betrayed you?" She wasn’t crying because he had hurt her, but because she had hurt her family with what she had done. What they had done.

"Lorrie," he looked down and sighed. "Colin. What have I..."

"What have I..." She trailed off at the same time and lifted her head to look at him.

"What have we done?" They asked at the same time while staring at each other. Demona reached over for her loin cloth while Jon just sat there, staring at the ground.

"It’s over," he said dejected. "It’s all over. I’m a true gargoyle now. I betrayed m’ wife. It won’t be long till I stand by yer side plotting against hu-" Demona’s slap across his face shut him up.

"You arrogant fool!" She growled. "Gargoyles are faithful to their mates. It’s humans that cheat."

"But still yer in season," his eyes widened. "I s-s-sired yer spawn."

"No you didn’t. We can usually tell when that moment has happened besides," she walked over to where her purse was and rummaged through it. "I‘ve been taking something that will keep me from getting pregnant." She pulled out something that resembled a compact and opened it.

"Yer on the pill?" Jon smiled. "A gargoyle using contraceptives."

"Matt and I are waiting till our son is a little bit older before we have another child."

"Why did we do it?"

"I don’t know. It felt like there was a force inside of us that made us want to."

"I want out of here!" Jon leaped up to the ceiling and sank his talons in, slashing at the material. After landing he leaped up again this time keeping his claws attached and forced his legs to curl up and his feet to grip the roof. Once he clung with his lower talons he dug at the ceiling with his hands. He had made a small whole when he lost his grip and fell to the floor.

"Hold still," Demona ordered once Jon had stood back up. She started to climb his back.

"What are ye doing?" He stepped away from her.

"You hold me on your shoulders while I tear through the ceiling." He bent down slightly while she crawled on top of him and sat on his shoulders with her legs draped down around his neck and hanging over his chest. Jon tried not to think of her skin touching him. He didn’t want to crave her again. The only feeling he felt was the bile bubbling up to the back of his throat. The fact that the touch of her skin was making him nauseous made him smile.

"Why did we na think of this before?"

"I don’t know," Demona said as she sank a talon into the hole Jon made and ran her finger down, creating a bit of a slit. She slipped both of her hands into the slit and tore out large chunks. Once she reached the metallic outer shell of the elevator she punched at it with all her might. Eyes blazing she continued her assault until she wore away a hole large enough for her to slip through.

"What about our clothes?" Jon asked once she had climbed through the opening.

"We’ll take care of that later," she said glancing down at him. When she raised her head she noticed something that shouldn’t have been there. It looked like a video camera with the lens facing down. She nearly landed on Jon when she slipped back into the elevator.

"What is it?" Jon asked. She ignored him and approached the corner and stared up.

"Is that glass?" She asked staring at a small circle.

"I dona know," Jon stared up. "It is." Her eyes glowed red again.

"Its the lens. There is a video camera hooked up to this elevator. Someone was watching us."

"Nae," Jon sighed. Someone knew what they had done.

"Some sick pervert got their jollies from watching us copulate." She balled her hand into a fist. "What kind of sick piece of human trash would go through the trouble to watch us, or watch any couple."

"Almost as bad as Reggie Leahs when he watched Thailog and Chi Lin in Vermont," Jon shook his head and felt a mixture of disgust and sadness. Even though he could never be attracted to a female beast it was still wrong that Thailog tricked her, with Reggie’s help of course. Reggie’s help?

"My God!" His eyes widened before narrowing into glowing slits. "That sick bastard! He set the whole thing up!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Did ye meet with Reggie Leahs?" He allowed the glow to fade when he glanced at her.

"Yes, bit of a fool. He complained about the elevator."

"Did ye feel funny after talking t’ him?"

"I felt a small sinus headache."

"His words echoed through your head, and his eyes seemed t’ have glowed?"

"Yes that happened?" Her eyes widened. "Are you suggesting that he put some spell on us?"

"Not quite a spell he is a bit of a psychic. He can read minds cast mental illusions and even bragged that he could make people want to sleep with anyone he wants including him."

"He made us want each other?" Her eyes lit up once more. Jon’s eyes joined hers.

"He had it arranged. He asked fer me t’ stay later, he spilled the coffee on m’ sleeve. He probably had taped us as well."

"Why?"

"Blackmail. t’ make sure I stay a loyal employee. Maybe t’ get some money from ye, but mostly he wanted t' have a gargoyle t’ be loyal t’ him. That bastard is dead!" His voice rose into a roar. Demona leaped for the opening just as the elevator shook before it sank a few inches. With a ding the doors opened on the third floor.

"He’s still here," Demona snarled before she turned to Jon. "You work here. Where would he be?"

"The security room. It’s on the first floor," He stared up at the glowing number 3. "We are on the third." He leaped forward to prevent the doors from closing. Demona slid through.

"I think I have had enough with the elevator tonight," She said before heading towards the stairs. Jon raced behind her and nearly tripped as he tried to run like a human on his large feet. Demona shook her head before dropping to the ground. If he was so stubborn and refused to run on all fours that was his choice. She wasn’t going to wait for him to catch up.

The immortal nearly glided down the steps and she raced down at her full gallop. The flights of stairs passed under her rapidly before she exploded through the door way. The first floor was nearly devoid of all life. She heard the low roar of a wet/dry vac in the distance and decided not to head towards it. The glowing beam of a flashlight brought her focus to a nearby security guard At breakneck speed she pounced on the poor man.

"Where is your security room?" The man’s face faded to a grayish white color before he weakly pointed at the nearby hall.

"Down that hall," he squeaked. "At the end of that hall." Her azure talons sank into the skin on the back of his neck. Blood tirckled down and coated her fingers as she stood up and dragged the man with her. Her eyes lit up and growl formed as she tore open the door. Another man in a security guard uniform was typing on the control panel causing all the images on the screen to flicker and flash on to new views of the building.

"Where is Leahs?" She demanded. The other guard pulled his gun on her. "I don’t think so." She held up his comrade and placed another claw against his neck. "Put it down or I’ll slit his throat." She watched as the other man set the gun down on the table and slowly raised his arms. "That’s good. Now where is Leahs?"

"Which one?"

"Reginald?"

"He went home."

"Demon could ye set Alfred down?" Jon finally caught up. Demona stared at him in disgust before she slowly lowered the older man down. Jon glanced at the human. "Did she hurt ye?"

"Not much," Alfred said.

"They know about you?" Demona asked. Jon just shrugged.

"Jackal, Wolf, and Hyena work in security during the day. All the guards know what ye did t’ me."

"She’s the one?" The other guard asked.

"Aye Manny," Jon nodded. "Now where is Reggie?"

"He went home," Manny said. "But I wished he didn’t leave this room such a mess."

"How is it a mess?"

"Not messy mess. Just all the screens were set to one image." Manny stared at the multiple TV’s again. "I don’t know how we got a camera in that one elevator."

"Ye knew that Reggie was going t’ use this room."

"Yeah he didn’t say for what though, but since he is an executive and the boss’s son I wasn’t going to argue."

"Now what?" Demona asked once she released Alfred and crossed her arms.

"I guess we grab our things and.." He lowered his head and sighed. "Glide home."

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Demona held her buisness suit, shoes and purse in her arms as she glided home.She didn’t see anyone soaring around the castle as she neared the structure that was once her ancesteral home. It had become her home once more to her and her new family. She grimaced when a burn formed in the pit of her stomache. Psychic ability that was simular to a Jedi mind trick or not she still shouldn’t have mated with the Hunter.

"He feels just as bad," she said softly to her self as her feet touched down. There was no one around. Was everyone still on patrol? She heared clawed feet scrape against the stone ground and turned to see Bronx approach her.

"Hello boy," She greeted with a weak smile. The blue beast coked his head at different angles before letting out a small whine. "Do you know?" She lowered her head. "I’m sorry."

"Nearly everyone is out on patrol," The gentle feminine voice caused Demona to look up. Rayne stood casualy in her denim shorts and light pink T-shirt. Demona liked the young gargoyle. She represented hope with the fact that there were two more thriving clans. Rayne also didn’t judge her like Brooklyn still does, even though the clan told her the entire story.

"It’s in the past," Rayne had just shrugged when she learned about Demona for the first time. "Hakuna Matata."

"But I nearly killed your human friends with my virus."

"But you didn’t. You are not that person anymore. I never met her. I only know you."

Demona smiled at the orange gargoyle.

"It’s just you and Bronx then?" The immortal asked.

"Well you’re husband and son are still here."

"Oh," she felt like she couldn’t move.

"I just wanted to give you a heads up. I got to get back to fixing those broken toys." Demona nodded with the information and made her way inside the castle.

"Demona," the bland voice belonged to Owen. She was halfway to her room when Xanatos’s most trusted employee stopped her.

"What do you want?" She snapped. He said nothing and held out one of Charlie’s sippy cups. The spout was damaged by the four fang marks. "Try to get your son to stop biting these" Demona did not respond. Owen arched a brow slightly and looked at her sad face. "I’ll take those for you." He slipped the cup into his pants pocket and held out his arms. Demona handed him her things before entering her room.

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Matt set the book he was reading down on the nightstand when his mate had entered and walked over to where she stood. His tail wagged from side to side like a happy dog. They both knew that was un gargoyle like, but she knew he did it whenever he was very happy. It made the acid demon of guilt eat even more of her insides.

"I wanted to look for you," he said with a large grin on his face. "Xanatos told me that you got stuck at the Prometheotech building as the sun set" He reached to embrace her but she held up a hand.

"Please don’t touch me," she stared at the ground.

"Why?" Demona noticed that his nostrils twitched slightly. "There is something differenet about you."

"You smell another male on me that is why." The tears had begun to form. "Another male weregoyle. Jon Canmore." She crumpled to the ground and let the tears to fall.

"What?" Demona told him about the meeting. How she felt strange after staring into Reginold Leah’s eyes, being stuck in the elevator with canmore, mating with her enemy and what Jon told her. Matt was quiet for a few minutes.

"Remember when Brooklyn, Goliath and I tracked down that arsonist into the labyrinth?" He waited for Demona to nod before he continued."That was when I first met Delilah. We got lost and while talking she started to rub me in-between my wings. I didn’t mean to become erect, but I did and she went down on me. I didn’t shove her off until she freed her hand from my back."

"Delilah is a slut," her voice dripped with bitter hatred before she looked up at him sadly. "but you didn’t allow her to do that?"

"No I didn’t."

"It’s different. I wanted to have sex with him."

"No you didn’t. It is like what Jon told you. Leahs made you want to. You didn’t truley feel it in your heart."

"I want a shower," She stood back up. "I need to clean his rut off me."

"I’ll scrub your back."

"No, I know you still love me and you forgive me, but I’m still angry at myself. I don’t feel worthy enough to let you touch me tonight."

"I understand," he hung his head slightly before sitting back down on their bed.

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Jon landed on the balcony outside his and Lorrie’s room. Slowly he approached the glass window and used the tip of his index finger to type in the code that deactivated the alarm. Inside Lorrie slept peacefully on her side of the bed with her arm stretched out to where he would be, where he should be. Jon sighed and approached his wife. Her lovely face was set aglow by the moonlight that shone in through the glass.

"I’m so sorry," Jon whispered. "I dinae mean t’ betray ye." He bent down to give her a kiss before leaving. A tear that fell from his eye landed on her cheek and shimmered like a diamond as it slid down.

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Before Colin was born the nursery was decorated with the gifts Lorrie receieved at her baby shower. The curtains that hung in the window was gender neutral yellow and decorated with teddybears. Once Colin was born the nursery was fully decorated. The walls had light blue wall paper with the images of puppies, horses and sail boats plastered to them.

Jon slowly made his way to his son’s crib. Like his mother Colin was sleeping peacefully with his flower petal soft blue blanket covering him up to his neck. The material even concealed his wings. The infant’s fingernails had been growing a bit too fast for a normal human child and had to be clipped once a week. The task was difficult because not only are they long but also thick and strong. It wasn’t like they were going to keep growing until they were several feet long. They stopped at a certain point. Like his wings Colin’s hands and feet were tucked in. The only sign of his gargoyle heritage that could be seen were his pointed ears.

"Daddy’s sorry," Jon apologised. Colin’s eyelids twitched, but he kept on sleeping. Jon left his room and paused in the hall. Between the nursery and the room he and Lorrie slept in was a love seat that rested against the wall. Jon curled up on it and cried.

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Ambrosia Leahs glared at the wall behind Wolf’s head. How dare Reggie do what he did? Jackal was the first to wake up that day and his way to his sister’s room he noticed Jon was on the couch in the hall. Before he could even wake the former human Colin woke up and cried sending Jon racing into the nursery to change his son’s diaper. When Lorrie took him for his feeding he confessed to her about the night before.

At the table over the egg white omelets, fresh baked bagels, fruit cocktail, brown sugar sausage, and a rare cooked steak for Wolf; The couple told Hyena, Wolf, Ambrosia and a few of the servants.

"That bastard needs a hobby," Wolf’s comment caused a piece of gristle to fall from his mouth. Leahs glared at him first and then at the wall.

"And they say I’m sick," Hyena gasped. "So what are we going to do?" Jon narrowed his eyes and twisted his napkin. Lorrie was ready to utter a string of curse words but they paused on her lips. She was not about to cuss in front of her son who was entertaining himself by opening and closing his hands while he lain in his carrier.

"That inconsiderate ungrateful child," Ambrosia hissed. She clenched her butter knife as if it was a dagger. "He called me away from my meeting with Ms Destine saying he had something important to tell me. I waited for fifteen minutes for him to show, and now I know why. He wants to keep a tenacious hold on my employees when he becomes in charge?" She closed her eyes before she laughed slightly. "He will never be in charge."

"You are going to fire your son?" Lorrie asked. She felt the bastard deserved some kind of punishment but too be fired by his own mother? Ambrosia noticed the way Lorrie kept glancing at Colin and sighed.

"I know you are a new mother and can’t understand what I’m about to do, but sometimes you have to use tough love."

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Reggie waltzed in to the office of Ambrosia Leahs with cocky swagger. His over confidence stopped when he saw the icy daggers in his mother’s eyes.

"Is something wrong mother?" Reggie asked. He heard the door close behind him and saw Greg with his back against the wall and his arms crossed. "What’s he doing here?"

"You are an idiot," Greg shook his head. "I knew you were up to something yesterday. I told you not to go with it."

"What?" Reggie turned to his mother and raised a eyebrow.

"You can hand me the tape." Leahs’s glare did not soften. "And then clear out your office."

"What?"

"We know what you did Reginald. Your little form of blackmail has no merit since both parties told their spouses."

"You’re letting me go?"

"You are still an heir, part of the company will belong to you, but you will never be in charge. Clean out your desk now." She turned around in her chair. "Please don’t make me have to call security." Reggie turned around to look at his brother but Greg kept his face turned away. Clenching his fist’s Reggie left the office.

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"Hey jackass," Reggie heard the shrill voice of Hyena as he left his office with a box of his things. The young man glared at the cyborge in the security uniform.

"Are you here to escort me out?" Reggie asked.

"Nah, I’m here to tell you that Jon wants to see you in his office."

"About?" he shifted the box in his arms.

"Mostly he wants you to hear your apology, probably want you to apologise to Lorrie, Ms Destine and her husband as well."

"Fine I’ll give him the tape."

Great now he’s going to listen to Jon bitch at him. Okay so he deserved to be bitched at. It was his own fault that he got caught. He should have been more careful.

Jackal was waiting for him out side the door to Jon’s office. Like his sister he wore the dark blue suit of a security officer, but addition to his suit and hat he also wore a pair of sunglasses.

"I’ll hold that for you," Jackal offered while reaching for the box. Reggie sighed as he handed it too him. He removed the black cassette tape from the top of the package before he entered the office.

"And it’s locked," Lorrie strode forth with the remote for the electronic lock in her hand. "Thanks for installing it."

"We should thank Ms Yale for giving your husband the idea," Jackal smirked. "I wish I was in there."

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Reginald did not hear the sound of the door lock. He stared at the office that sat in front of the window. Jon did not look up from what he was writing down. Reggie waved the tape around as if he was using it to fan himself while he cleared his throat. Jon did not look up.

"Um," The man with the chestnut brown hair grunted. Jon still did not look up at him. "I thought you wanted to see me?"

"Let me finish this," Jon’s voice was stone cold hard. Reggie tapped the video against his hip while he watched Canmore. His gaze passed over the blond man’s shoulders and outside the window. The sun was getting lower and lower.

"Okay you have the right to talk to me when you feel like it but, daylight is fading." Jon finished what he was writing before he glanced up. His electric blue eyes were not narrow, nor were his brows lowered. He did not scowl or twist his mouth up into a frown or snarl. He did not look at all pissed, which scared Reggie.

"Now we can begin," Jon said calmly and stood up. "I feel what ye have done was not only sick and degrading but selfish." He stepped away form his desk. "Ye did not consider the feelings of Lorrie, nor The De- Ms Destine’s husband. Ye have hurt others besides the two of us." He took a deep breath and let it out.

"Here," Reggie held out the tape. "I don’t know if you want to set it on fire or if you want to cut it up, but here." He hung his head. "My life here is over anyways." Jon took the VHS cassette and placed it on his desk.

"Thank ye fer doing the mature thing."

"Well thanks for not punching me in the face," Reggie did notice Jon was stepping out of his shoes. "I know you want me to apologize to Lorrie, and I will." Jon had unbuttoned his jacket and was taking it off.

"She’ll appreciate that, but I do na think ye’ll be able too." The blond man yanked off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Why not?" Reggie noticed how low the sun was as well as the other man removing his pants. "What are you doing?"

"Ye won’t be able to apologize t’ Lorrie, because I’m gonna kill ye." Jon removed the black shirt and pants he kept in one of his drawers and slid them on. "But I’m na gonna do it during the day." Reggie suddenly realized what was going on and made his way to the door.

A small smile formed on Jon’s face when he heard the other man grab the knob and give it a shake. The asshole was going down. The idea caused the weregoyle to chuckle as he removed the ring from his hand and placed it on the chain and continued to stare. For the first time since his transformations started the sun could not go down fast enough for him. Even when he was cornered by Margot Yale when she was a vampire he didn’t hope for the sunset to save him, but now he couldn’t wait to transform.

‘There is one thing about us Canmores that we kept going through the centuries besides hunting down the demon," Jon said as the last sliver of light was about to fade. "We have always been faithful to those that we love, but ye ruined that with yer own selfish agenda." The last words barely got out before he felt his body hair retract.

"Let me out!" Reggie cried as he pounded the door with his fists. The constant beating of the door drowned out the sounds of Jon’s transformation. "Please, He’s going to kill me!" He grabbed the door knob and shook at it with all his might as if it would somehow magically open for him. The room was too quiet. Reggie released the door knob and slowly turned around. Canmore seemed to have disappeared. Taking a deep breath Reggie turned his head to the side and came face to face with Jon. The lime green weregoyle’s eyes were illuminated as he growled at the man. Reggie slowly backed up. "You don’t want to do this."

"I donae?" Jon snarled. "Of course I do." He leaped forward and Reggie tried to break into a run. Jon sank his talons into the silk lavender collar of the middle Leahs’s son’s shirt and lifted him into the air. "What do ye think yer doing?" He pulled him close and stared into his widened eyes. "Ye cannae run." Reggie narrowed his eyes and forced them to glow.

"You don’t-" Jon threw him across the room. The man landed on the floor a few feet from the wall. The light ripping told Reggie that his shirt was ruined, but was was worse was the burning sting that his skin felt .

"I know yer tricks. Yer not gettin out of this." He ran up to the fallen man and grabbed him by the arm.

"You kill me and mother won’t cure you." The younger man turned to look at him. "Despite what she did she still loves me- aaagh!" Jon squeezed as hard as he could as he bent back his arm causing the bone to snap. Pain radiated through the human’s arm causing his eyes to water.

"Yer disgusting!" He kicked the fallen man into the wall before picking him up again. With a grin he threw Leahs into the wall. Two snappin sounds were head once the human struck the wall. Reggie felt the cracking pain in his chest where two of hers ribs broke..Jon’s hand gripped onto the back of Leahs’s collar and hauled him up. While still holding him he lowered his head and bit him in the shoulder.

"Look at what you are doing," Leahs said weakly while the gargoyle’s teeth tore through his flesh . "You have become a gargoyle. You’re acting like them. Do you want that?"

"Nae," Jon’s fist came in contact with Reggie’s face, forcing his nose to bend back toward his face. The cartilidge was torn. Jon felt blood against his knuckles. "But I do want t’ kill ye." With a growl he threw Reggie across the room in the other direction. The man had stopped moving. Jon grinned widely as he picked up the battered and unconcious man .One half of Leahs’s face was a deep violet color. The area under his right eye had puffed up so much that Reggie couldn’t open it, even if he was conscious. His nose was bent with the tip pressed against the cheek in an abstract way with blood trickling down the nostril. The weregoyle knew he can strangle him or use a talon to cut open his throat, but as he stared at the bruised and swollen face he felt like he couldn’t. He couldn’t kill this man.

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Greg stormed up to Jon’s office and noticed the two people. Jackal grinned and had his fists raised in a cheering fashion while Lorrie had her eyes closed and cringed.

"Open the door," Greg instructed. Both human and cyborg turned around.

"Why?" Lorrie asked.

"Your sister told me," Greg glared into the darkened shades that shielded Jackals eyes.

"Not going to do it," Jackal said and crossed his arms. Greg just stared at the former human. Jackal’s smiled faded when he felt himself slowly rise above the ground. "Hey!" He stared at the ground. "What the hell?"

"Mrs. Canmore will you open the door?" Greg asked once again. Lorrie nodded and pressed the button that unlocked the door.

"You can go on in," She said. Greg nodded as Jackal dropped to the ground.

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"Christ!" His eyes were wide opened when he saw the battered form of his brother in Jon’s talons. The eldest Leahs brother closed his eyes and concentrated.

Jon did not notice that Greg had entered. He was too focused on the unconscious form of Reggie in his hands.

"He learned his lesson," The Hunter said as he set the man down, and nearly jumped when he disappeared.

"Thank you for not killing him," Greg said. Jon stared up in surprise.

"Ye made him disappear?"

"I just sent him to where he will get the medical attention he needs."

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Darla Bridges twirled a few strands of her ginger colored locks on her finger as she studied the variety pack of popcorn. Which flavor would be good?

"Need any help?" Corbin Leahs called from the living room.

"I’m fine," Darla said. "What flavor of popcorn do you want?"

"How about movie butter?"

"That sounds good," Darla smiled as she pulled the folded up bag out of the box and tore off the plastic.

"Darla call 9-1-1!" Corbin’s voice was frantic. Darla raced towards the living room. she nearly screamed when she saw the still form of another man on the floor.

"Who? Oh my, wh-who is that?"

"It’s Reggie, Call the paramedics," Corbin heard his fiancee’s feet scramble towards the phone as he stared at his brother’s badly beaten form. "Hold on bro." He focused on his brothers face and watched as the swelling slowly went down and the bruises faded.

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"Ye can make things disappear?" Jon blinked. "Does everyone in yer family have a super power?"

"I can teleport people and things from one place to another," Greg explained. "It’s part of my telekinetic abilities. I don’t know about my mother, or father but Corbin can mentally heal and not just people." Greg stared at the former human and sighed. "I have to thank you for not killing him again, and I’m glad you understood what I had to do. He may be slime, but-" Jon finished for him.

"He’s still yer brother. I understand."

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Jon kept a stoic poker face expression as he sat at the dining room table, hardly acknowledging his egg’s Benedict. His eye were focused on Ambrosia Leahs. Next to him Lorrie sat while she nursed Colin. She would not let a crumb pass her lips until her baby has had enough to eat. The rest of The Pack were also silent. Hyena spread butter and jelly on her toast while Jackal just poked a his scrambled eggs. Wolf kept pouring spoonful after spoonful on hollandaise sauce onto his breakfast. After taking a sip of her coffee Leahs addressed the mutate.

"You are drowning your food," The CEO pointed out, breaking the silence. "Why is everyone being quiet?"

"Cause we know you are going to give us the ax," Jackal said. "And throw us out."

"Why would I do that?"

"Cause I nearly killed yer son," Jon forced out before staring at his breakfast. "I nearly let the monster that is inside me take control." He outstretched his hands and curled the fingers back towards his palms.

"Which is why you are all getting pay cuts," Ambrosia said. "You are not getting fired because of what Greg told me about what Jon did at the end."

"Still Lorrie and I are thinking of getting our own place," Jon said. "We feel that we can afford something decent, and we feel that we don’t deserve a place like this. Not after what we done." Ambrosia nodded as she dabbed her mouth with her napkin.

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Matt Bluestone lightly shook his hand around in front of the hospital bed. In his hand was a VHS tape that was cut in half. In the bed was Reginald Leahs. His black and blue puffed up face as back to it’s originally handsomeness with just a slight bruising under his eye. His nose that was broken so bad that he resembled a Picasso painting was fully healed. Corbin had taken care of his facial and more serious injuries, including the internal bleeding and broken ribs but he still had a few bruises on his body a few stitches where Jon had bitten him, and his arm was in a sling.

"You know what this is right?" Matt glared at the wounded man. "This is half of what you recorded when you caused my wife and Canmore to..." Matt closed his eyes. He just couldn’t say it. "to be trapped in the elevator." He glared at the man again. "I heard you got the shit beaten out of you. I don’t blame Canmore, I would have done the same."

"Are you in here for a reason?" Reggie did not look at him. "Or are you here to give me verbal hell?"

"You kept people against their will. There are laws against that, unfortunately the only piece of evidence that proves it is now destroyed, but considering the alternative I would rather have it like this." Matt flicked the cassette back in forth causing strands of film to hang out like noodles.

Reggie leaned back in bed as soon as the detective left.

"You have another visitor," One of the nurses said. "Your brother." Reggie closed his eyes. "Send him in."

"Corb did a good job on you," He heard Greg say before he opened his eyes. "Please tell me you have learned a lesson."

"What are you talking about?"

"You used scare tatics, and threatened mom’s life so you can take over the buisness. You tried to have a tenacious hold over the employees, and what did that get you? nothing." Greg spread out his arms the same way an Umpire would when he shouted that person was out.

"So?" Greg smacked himself in the head

"Jesus, when are you going to learn? I still haven’t told Mom or the police about your involvement with Dracon’s gang and Morton Glendale.

"Dude the morphine is kicking in, right now I just want to watch my good hand move." He placed his head back against the pillow.

"Okay you rest,. I’ll visit you tomorrow."

"I’m not a weregoyle am I?" Greg stopped in his tracks. "Canmore bit me. I’m not going to start growing wings at night?" Greg grinned and shook his head.

"You can only become one if you get the mutagen injected into your system. There is no mutagen in Canmore’s saliva."

"Good." Reggie waited for his brother to leave before he sat up again. He is going to own that damn company and get back at Jon Canmore. All he needs is to find someone or something that will help him. a smirk formed when he realized the perfect being that will aid him.