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by: Spacebabie

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The Evil Within

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"Aye, I’ll be yer friend.I donae know how ye'll be able to help me, but if ye need help I’ll give it to ye. Ye think I have to much going on in my life? I am a bit stressed, but if ye can help me relax I’ll be greatful"~Jason Canmore(Cleanup)

"He has been distant recently. I have caught him talking to himself a few times."~Cazador(Belonging)

"There are some things that we keep we don’t give pleasure rooms too. They are placed in true cells."~Duval(Children of the Night)

The pod creature placing an injured Thailog into the largest empty pod(Cleanup)

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The people racing along the sidewalks kept their coats closed tightly to keep the bitter January air from biting into their skin. They huddled together in groups in hope to create enough body heat to keep him comfortable.

Christine Fitzgerald-Canmore watched the people scramble on the sidewalk several feet below her apartment window. When she was single and watched people out in the cold she wished they would make it home safely and was thankful she lived in a place that was warm. These days she hoped that no one’s child was caught outside in the frigid temperature and thankful her family was inside and enjoying central heating.

She stared down at what she believed was the most adorable face in her arms. "It’s really yucky out side Hunter sweetie." She cooed to her son. The young infant was only a few months old and was wrapped up in a bluish green blanket. Hunter’s tiny fingers spread out as he yawned. "You are getting sleepy." She slowed the gently swaying movement of her arms.

She looked up when she felt warm lips press against the side of his head. She stepped back and smiled at her husband. "Is he asleep yet?"

Christine glanced back at their son. "Just about."

Jason reached over to pull the edge of Hunter’s blanket till the infant’s arms were covered. "He’s beautiful." His eyes raised. "Just like his mother."

"I would say he is as handsome as his father."

"Maybe but I wouldn’t be surprised if he looks more like his mother. You are teaching him some of your habits, like people watching." Jason spoke the last words with a hint of humor.

"So far the new year has been nothing but bad. Everyday dark cold and gray and the ground has been covered with dirty slush." Christine said.

"Anything is better than last year."

"I know. I’m talking weather wise."

"Aye," He kissed her behind her ear. "I think he’s asleep. Let me take him to bed." He slipped his hands under her arms. Christine gently slipped Hunter into the arms of his father She let out a gentle breath of release through her nose when Hunter did not wake up. "You go and change into something comfortable."

Christine winked. "Something sleek and comfortable?"

"If ye are in that kind of mood, but ye look tired."

Christine sighed. "Below the equater wants to but my mind and eyes want to sleep."

"I understand,. Ye get comfortable and I’ll join ye shortly."

"Jason," she gasped and pointed outside. Dozens of white flakes gently floated past their window.

"Would ye look at that. The first snow of the year." He watched the gentle fall of flakes before he carried Hunter to his room.

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Jason stared up at the ceiling and tried to fathom out the possible reason he could not fall asleep. He was sleepy, the cider he had before bed made him even more sleepy, the bed was comfortable, the apartment was warm and they had an electric blanket in bed with him.

‘Maybe its the stress from work,’ Jason thought. They had recently started filming a two part episode of Pride Force. The script blew everyone away. It even brought Christine, Kitty and several others to tears and one scene involved the death of an occurring character who had been with the series since the first episode.

‘Something that might improve the ratings?’ a thin and pleasant voice asked.Jason blinked. He hadn’t heard the voice in months. Not since he promised it he would be its friend. He was staring out of one of the several windows at Wyvern.when heard the voice. He thought someone was playing tricks on him at first, but then he remembered what he had heard about the Fae and guessed it was a friendly faerie. The voice was sweet and gentle like a child’s voice.

"It might improve the ratings," Jason whispered. A few months after the season had started they were notified of the slump in the ratings. Most people blamed the new show Alias for grabbing some of Pride Force’s viewers.

‘You don’t have to speak aloud. You can talk with your mind and I’ll still be able to listen to you. You said it might improve, do you have any guarantees?’

‘No I don’t,’ Jason thought. ‘but the story is better than some of the other ideas I heard.’

‘What ideas?’

‘Kitty’s character, Danielle , gets pregnant and her character is not involved with anyone and there would be the speculation of who is the baby’s father. Kitty might eventually give in since she is pregnant. There are the typical ratings grabbers like giving someone cancer, finding out a dead relative is really alive and either making Cazador’s or Christine’s characters gay.’

‘They also might improve ratings.’

"They are cliché and people would immediately know they were used to grab ratings. I admit the death of a reoccurring character is cliché but it works out plot wise and real world wise.’

‘The actor no longer wants to play the role?’

‘He’s living here in New York while we film the show and his family I in Los Angeles. He wants to be closer to his wife and daughter. I would probably do the same.’

‘Is your wife stressed out about work?’

‘I think she may be.’

‘but she is asleep.’

Jason rolled over and stared at the back of Christine’s head. ‘I think she stressed herself out so much it tired her out. I also might be awake because I’m anticipating the moment when my son cries out.’

‘And she’s not?’ the voice rose to an accusing pitch.

‘There are nights when she is the one suffering from insomnia.’ he reached out and brushed his fingers along her chestnut brown locks.

‘You are both happy with your son?’

‘of course. Hunter lights up our life.’

‘You are a good father. You want to be able to take care of and protect your family.’

‘I do.’

‘Don’t worry Jason,’ the voice heightened in pitch and oozed with a sugary syrupness. ‘I’ll help you go to sleep. I’ll help you become stronger.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you are my friend and I will help you. Everything will work out in the end.’

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The road had been cleared for the final scene of the first part of the episode. Only a few prop cars were placed along the curb

Jason was dressed in camouflage and wool knit cap concealing most of his dark curls. A tiny headphone was placed in one of his ears, the sledner wrie trailing out into a radio in the pocket. He rolled his prop chair from the shrubbery he was hiding in closer to the building and placed the binoculars over his eyes. He stared at the stared at the strange device and blinked. When the film went to dubbing Cazador as Ricky would be heard through the headpiece.

"Bomb?" Jason’s whisper would be viewed as his character repeating what Ricky had told him. He knew the following line would be Ricky telling him to get out of there. "I can’t. Holden and Dr. Cranton are still inside."

"Cut!" Fox ordered. "That was perfect. Get the cameras closer to the building. Cue in Holden and Cranton."

People filled the area like ants scrambling along the dirt after somebody kicked their ant hill. Jason watched the commotion briefly before he slid out of his chair and walked past the cameras, taking the chair with him.

"Hey mista C," one of the stage hands skipped up to him. "You know you big stars don’t have to do our work for us."

Jason smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I fergot."

"Its okay sir." The stage hand noticed the actor continuing holding on to the chair. He nodded, not loosing his wide grin once and shifted his eyes to the chair’s handles.

"Sorry," Jason realized the hint and let go. He watched as the stage hand gave him a final smile and nod before he wheeled the chair away. Jason turned around. Why did he want to do all the minor grunt work himself?

‘If you want to do it yourself then why didn’t you?’ the small voice from wthin made the former hunter pause in his tracks. He had no idea it would speak to him while he was on the set.

"There are rules," Jason whispered while making sure no one was watching him. "They are paid to move stuff around and I’m paid to act."

‘But if you moved stuff around then they could save money and lay off one of those underlings.’

"People wouldna think its fair to me and raise my pay and then the other actors might get jealous about the size of my paycheck and demand more for theirs."

"Jason?" The former hunter had not noticed he was near the hor dourve table. Cazador was filling up a small plate with tiny cheese sandwiches and chicken nuggets. "Are you feeling all right?"

Jason ran his finger tips across his forehead, picking up a few beads of perspiration. "I’m fine."

"Are you sure?" Cazador raised his dark eyebrows. "You seem to be acting strange."

‘Tell him he needs to mind his own business.’ The small voice rose to a sharp whine.

‘I’m not going to say that. He’s my friend.’

‘I thought I was your friend,’ the voice wavered on the point of sobbing.

He looked down and sighed. ‘I’m sorry. You are my friend to, but he his a friend I work with.’

‘I can work with you too.’

‘That you can.’ Jason smiled and looked up at Cazador. "There is nothing wrong with me. Please don’t ask again."

Cazador steadied his plate on his robotic hand and stared at Jason with questioning eyes. "I’m just a bit worried."

"You don’t have to be." Jason walked past him, giving his co worker the cold shoulder, before he continued along his way to his studio deck chair and picked up the towl he left in the seat. Underneath was a cool bottle of water and his cellphone. He picked up both items and sat back down.

He was dialing the number to his brother’s apartment when one of the make up ladies approached him with his hairbrush. "Not many of my hairs are out of place," Jason breathed.

"I just want you to look good for your next scene," the woman said as she ran the bristles through Jason’s dark locks.

‘If you don’t want her to brush your hair then why are you letting her?’

‘It’s her job.’

‘You need to display some more authority, or else people will walk all over you.’

‘You are correct.’ Jason shot up his hand blocking the brush from his hair. "That’s enough. Ye can go now."

"But I’m not finished." The hair lady said.

"You can finish after my next scene." He placed his phone against his ear.

"Finish what?" Jon’s voice asked on the other end of the line.

"Not ye brother. I was talking to one of the make up people."

"Need yer lipstick reapplied?" Jon’s tone had an edge of amusement.

Jason snorted a bit of laughter through his nose. "Very funny wise guy. We’re about to wind things up here. I just have some free time before my final scene to the day and I just wanted to talk to my baby brother. I’m glad I caught ye before ye went to one of yer meetings."

"Do nae have any tonight. I may go out fer a glide."

"How can ye still lead them?" His brother had fully adapted to his new form and lifestyle change. He knew Goliath’s clan were not the threat. At least he felt Jon knew.

"They need a leader and they know I’m a weregoyle. It’s not like a big secret."

"Even though ye act like a gargoyle. Yer going to save someone tonight. I jest know it." He heard his brother sigh.

"If I see someone in trouble I’ll help them and don’t ye start wi this protection crap."

"It’s nae crap. It’s the truth. why else would ye act like a hero?"

"Because the people I’m saving don’t have the wings or the strength like my species does."

Jason felt a bit of with lift from his shoulders. He was glad Jon accepted what he was and didn’t insist on referring himself as a human. "Yer species. Ye mean the weregoyle species?" There was only one small detail nagging at the back of his mind.

"Yaaaagh!" The small yell on the other end finished with a slight roar.

Jason gripped onto his phone even tighter. "Jon are ye in trouble?" He heard laughing. "Jon?"

"It’s okay brother. It was yer nephew. Colin’s been going through a biting phrase and he decided to chomp down on my tail."

Jason’s mouth pulled back into a relieved smile. He wondered if Hunter would go through a similar phase." Like father like son. Well I just wanted to hear yer voice and wonder how yer doing."

."We are doing fine," Jon sighed at the other end. "Listen I have to go. He’s biting the upholstry now and Lorrie is in the shower. Good-bye brother. Give Christine and Hunter my love."

"Good bye Jonny." Jason pulled the phone from his head and sighed. He hoped Jon would learn someday.

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Fear was imprinted on Jason’s face as he stared into the camera. His character knew about the bomb and was watching helplessly at Holden as he stepped back into the building. Jason pushed the control handle on his wheelchair and felt the wheels roll under him.

"Holden!" He shouted while reaching out. "Don’t go in there’s a bomb!"

"Cut!" Fox shouted from her directors chair. "We just need one more of that shot Jason."

"Aye," the hunter turned actor nodded and drove the chair back from the original position. He watched a few cameras shift around before the look of terror was on his face once more.

Fox watched as Jason rolled forward and shouted his lines. Her hand was raised over her head, ready to lash out like cat preparing to snatch a fish from a pond. "Cut! Cue the doubles!" Fox’s arm swung down, pointing at the air in front of her.

For the second time that night Jason vacated his chair.

"Have a good night," His stunt double said to him as they passed.

Jason nodded. "Aye, break a leg."

His double chuckled. "Happens a lot on the job."

Jason nodded one more as he made his way through the sea of people milling around and setting up the stunts. One stage hand ran up with a small hook attached to a very thin cord. The hook would be attached to their chair and on the other end a machine that would pull the cord at lighten like speed. It would make the chair appear it was being blown back from the bomb’s explosion.

‘You know you could have done it yourself’ the voice said.

‘Well before I was shot I could do everything a high paid stunt double could do. Robyn and Jon could too. In fact I think they still can.’

‘If ye can do it then why don’t you ask if you can?’

‘I like Jonesy. He’s a good man. I don’t want to take his job.’

‘What about for a little while? He might need a vacation.’

‘Well since you put it that way then I’ll talk to Fox about it, but first I need a good night’s rest.’

‘Poor Jason. You work so hard, and get so tired. I’m going to make you stronger, and help you not get so tired so easily.’

Jason’s mouth pulled into a smile. Bonding with the friendly spirit seemed like a good idea after all. He was going to let it take care of him while he sleep, but first he wanted to stop by the buffet table. He knew he had seen some stuffed potatoes skins with gooey tendrils of cheese peeping over the sides and piled high with green onions and bacon bits and plenty of teriyaki style chicken wings.

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It was easier for Jon to visit his brother once the crew had returned to film on the set of Pack Meida studios. The blond man had brought gifts for his family,including a small present for Hunter. He was told to wait at the buffet table He smiled at Christine as she approached the t area while carrying a crying Hunter. "Hello sis," Jon kissed the brunette on her cheek. "Having a bit of trouble?"

Christine bounced her son lightly while staring down at him. "He’s been crying for over twenty minutes. He’s not hungry, I changed his diaper and he’s not sick."

"Is he tired?"

"He may be, but if I place him down in his bassinet he still won’t stop crying."

"Colin went through a bit of a colicky phase when he was that age. The one thing I tried that actually worked was remove his infant boots."

Christine raised her eyebrows. "Remove his boots?"

"Aye, it turned out Colin was crying because he was uncomfortable. His feet were too hot with the centralized heating and the layers of blankets he was wrapped in. Its quite warm in here."

"Well if you are sure." She grabbed his blankets and slowly unraveled them.

"Ach look at those legs," Jon rubbed his fingers against his nephew’s ankles. "Look how pink they are. My wittle nephew is too hot."

Christine chuckled. "I think his skin is pink from crying so hard." She glanced into Hunter’s face and notice it wasn’t scrunched up anymore.

"Aye, that may be true." Jon ran his finger against the bottom of Hunter’s feet while the infant’s crying continued to slow down. He delicately pulled the soft white cloth off his nephew’s feet. "Now let’s see if that will actually do the trick."

Christine wrapped her soon back up in his blankets while his sobs slowly came to a halt. She stared into the blinking eyes of her son. "I don’t believe it." She looked back up at her brother in law. "I’m glad you came."

"I just wanted to spend some time wi my brother and his family." He blinked when he remembered the gifts and bent down to the floor. "That reminds me. I have a few things fer ye." He held up the narrow cardboard box and the small clear vinyl bag containing small bottles of baby lotion, oil and talcum powder. "The chocolate roses are fer ye," he shook the box slightly. "The bag is fer Hunter."

"You shouldn’t have." Her eyes glanced back at the floor and saw the small round metal tin. "Is that for Jason?"

"Aye," Jon bent down and picked up the third gift. "Its full of shortbread cookies."

"You really shouldn’t have."

"It’s to make up fer not visiting as much."

"Follow me to the nursery room. I think this little guy is ready for a nap. You can put the gifts in there." She smiled at the sleeping infant in her arms before she lead Jon out of the buffet room.

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Jon could not believe Jason’s energy. His brother rolled his prop chair over a small setup of tiny fireworks before a large blast caused his chair to jump a few feet and e went sprawling. Jon was told Jason was performing his own stunts and knew the extra padding Jason wore underneath his outfit would help prevent injuries. He shouldn’t be surprised Jason was doing the rough stuff. When the three of them travled the world in the hunt for the Demona they faced tougher situations that made the Television show’s stunts look like roughhousing on the playground.

"Ye were amazing," Jon said before he took a bite out of one of his baby back ribs. He had piled his plate high with food before he joined Jason in his trailer.

Jason took a deep breath. "It felt amazing. My heart is still beating from that ejection."

"Was it painful?"

"Nae," Jason shook his head and reached for the tin his brother had given him. "It was more fun than painful."

Jon couldn’t help smiling as he reached for a napkin . "So where is the part where ye are supposed to tell children not to try the stunts at home."

Jason snickered through his teeth. "Where did ye find these?" The lid came off with a single twist.

"At a Harry and David store. They are supposed to be real Scottish shortbread."

"Ha," Jason peeled back the tissue thin white paper, revealing dozens of broken cookies dusted with sugar that seemed to sparkle under the lights. "As much as I love this country there are a few things they cannae get right and that includes food from Scotland." He took a piece of a cookie and bit into it.

"Better than nothing," Jon shrugged.

Jason swallowed and nodded. "Well I’m glad ye finally visited."

"What kind of uncle would I be?" He reached for a miniature garlic roll.

"Oh please tell me it didnae take me having a child fer ye to come and visit. Christine told me how ye helped calm Hunter."

"Glad to have been some help," Jon rub his mouth with his napkin. "Ye never did answer the question on why ye named him that."

"It’s name that has meaning," Jason reached for another cookie piece before placing the lid back on the container. "For a thousand years the Canmores have been Hunters, following a tradition of hunting down and murdering gargoyles. A crime that we shouldnae be participating in. Hunter’s name is a nod to our past and because of his peaceful future where he will only be Hunter in name only."

"So ye are never going to train him?"

Jason shook his head. "I still cannae believe ye are going to train Colin."

"He is a Canmore. He has to follow in our footsteps in wiping the monsters off the face of the planet. Ye have taught me that was what it meant to be a Canmore."

"And I was wrong. Ye taught me that."

Jon closed his eyes. "I was wrong. If I listened to ye in the first place-"

Jason cut him off with a slam of the container against the top of his trailer coffee table. "If I listened to ye Robyn and I wouldna have gotten arrested. I wouldna have been shot, Ye wouldna have ever gone crazy, and ye would have still been human."

"I took a bullet fer humanity, that is why I have to protect them and try to convince the rest of my species to leave that castle and join me." Jon set his plate down next to Jason’s cookie tin.

"Bullet fer humanity?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "Like how I took yer bullet for Goliath?"

Jon clenched his fists. "Ye shouldnae have gotten in the way."

"I had to protect my friend. Yes Jon, Goliath is my friend. Does that bother ye?" Jason’s tone had become teasing.

"Ye shouldnae be protecting them."

"Who should I be protecting? My fellow humans." He stroked his chin. "Ye know that sounds like a good idea. I’ll ask my friend Goliath if I can help him protect the city from crime."

"Ye shouldnae be with them and ye shouldn’t be acting like a super hero."

"Why can’t I when you can?" Jason scowled. "Is it because I donae turn into a monster?"

"Jason?"

"Aye," He slipped back into his jacket and approached the door to his trailor. "Ye turn into a monster." His eyes were electric with a cold cruelity. He keept his gaze fixed with Jon’s own surprise filled eyes while he opened the door and stepped outside. "Everyone ye should meet my brother!" His voice rose into a shout. "At sunset he turns into a monster. My brother is a monster! That is right folks. My brother is a monster!"

Jon couldn’t believe what he was hearing or seeing. He just stood, feeling his feet had turned into lead while Jason continued to walk through the set shouting at the top of his lungs.

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"Monster, monster. My brother is a monster!" The words echoed through Christine’s mind hours after she and Jason returned home to their apartment. She could still hear his anger fueled rant in her mind as they rode home in their car in silence. She did not ask what had triggered the outburst during the ride. He seemed to be too tense.

She waited until they returned home and she changed into much more comfortable clothes. "Jason?" She held her son close to her exposed breast. Hunters soft gums clamped onto her nipple, gently tugging it with each suckle. "Honey are you feeling well?"

Her husband held up a hand. "I’m about to make a phone call." He grabbed onto the metallic ice blue cordless phone.

"I wanted to talk to you about today." She wanted to follow him around and talk but did not dare to disturb her nursing son. "Why were you going around yelling about Jon being a monster? He changes into a gargoyle not a monster."

"I know," Jason turned around with the receiver pressed against the side of his face. "He's a monster fer what he had done to the clan with his quarrymen. I also did it to annoy him." His mouth pulled up into a cruel smirk. "Ah hello, may I speak with Xanatos? No, I do not wish to speak wi Fox I want to talk to her husband."

"You shouldn’t treat your brother like that even if he still is stubborn about the gargoyles he’s still your brother."

Her husband nodded while raising his hand again. to silence her. "Hello Mr. Xanatos. I need to ask ye how many of those exo suits ye have. Just the one? Do ye have the materials to make another one?" He began to pace. "Well ye see the reason I want one is to help make a difference. I want to help the people like the weregoyles do. I know I donae have the abilities they have but I still want to make a difference. Perhaps if I have a suit like ye do then I could help Goliath. I understand it’s up to him if I can patrol with the clan. Aye, I’ll send ye my measurements."

Christine stared at him in disbelief as he hung up the phone. "What are you talking about?"

"Why can Jon and Robyn be able to save people and be heroes and not me?" He pointed at himself. "I want to save people from burning buildings and muggers too."

She picked Hunter up and cradled him to her chest. "You don’t have to. There the gargoyles and the police." She rubbed her son’s back and gave him a few gentle pats. After the fifth one a tiny belch escaped his mouth.

"I know." He pulled a few cups out of the cupboard along with the bright red tea kettle. "Would ye care fer a cup of Chamomile? I know it’s yer favorite."

"I would love that very much," She carried Hunter to his crib, gently rocking him with each step. "I still don’t understand why you want to patrol with the clan."

"It’s just something I want to do." Jason filled the kettle with water and placed it on the front right burner of the stove. "I don’t get to spend that much time with the clan."

The answer did not fit well with Christine. Ever since August her husband had been acting strange. People have caught him talking to himself for a few weeks. He doesn’t do it as much anymore but there was a difference to him. He was bolder and a bit more demanding, and the past week he wasn’t as tired as much. She did not want to think her husband had turned to drugs, but she could not push the idea completely out of her head.

Hunter did not put up a protest in any from. His cloths boots were placed over his feet once more before they left and he hadn’t cried yet. He was yawning a few times in a row and his mother carefully placed him in his crib and tucked him in. "Sleep well my dumpling." She placed a kiss on his forehead and returned to the living room.

Jason was waiting for her on the couch. The remote was in one hand and he used the other to pat the space next to him. "Is he asleep?"

"Without any trouble." she sat down next to him.

"The tea should be ready soon."

"Good," she gave him a confused look. ""I didn’t quite get the answer I was looking for earlier. Why are you going out fighting crime?"

"Because I want to." His thumb press against the channel up button repeatedly.

"You want to be a super hero?"

He shrugged. "I guess that is part of the reason."

"You know you will always be a hero to Hunter and me, as well as Robyn, Jon and his family."

Instead of smiling he turned to look at her with both brows raised a few inches. "What are ye getting at?"

"I don’t think you should be doing it."

"Why? I’ll be in a suit, and it’s not like I havena done the same before."

"And before you didn’t have a tiny technical clamp holding your spinal cord together either."

He set the remote down on the round arm of the couch. "Are ye sayin I’m not healthy enough to do it?"

"I didn’t say that," she shook her head. "I’m afraid something might happen that will cause the clamp to break or worse."

"Or worse?" he narrowed his eyes. "Ye think I’m weak?"

"No, I’m just have been worried about you recently. You haven’t been yourself."

"You mean I haven’t been actin like the man ye married?" He smiled. It was not a pleasant smile, but one that had an edge of cruelty, a smile that was on the verge of shifting into a smirk, or switching around into a scowl. "Ye are right. I am different I’m the same person I was before ye met me. Ever since I was shot I have been gettin soft, but not anymore."

"That’s another thing about you that’s different," her words felt like the were sticking to the roof of her mouth. She fought hard to swallow. "You seem to be a bit more smug, a bit more mean."

"Ye mean I’m not acting like wimp. I’m sorry but I am not a weakling. I was not raised to be one and just because I’m a family man does not mean I will soften." He brushed his bangs from out of his eyes. "Well guess what my dear. I will be acting like this fer a long time and ye better get used to it."

"What are you on?" She slid backwards and felt the softness of the other arm against her back. She hadn’t realized she had backed away that much from him.

"What am I on? Ye think I’m on drugs?" The grin slid into a snarl. "Ye think I would do something as stupid as drugs? How could ye not trust me?" He grabbed her wrist.

"Because I don’t like the way you have been acting." Her eyes became moist with tears. "I don’t like the way you have been snapping at everyone around you Jason. If you are high on something right now I don’t want to be near you." She tried to pull away. "Let me go you are hurting me." His grip relaxed and she slid off the couch and ran into the bedroom. She did not notice bloodied crescent mark shapes on her arm.

Jason stared, dumbfounded, at the door as it closed behind her for a full minute before he buried his face into his hands. "What is wrong wi me?" His fingers rubbed against his temples and eyebrows. "I should say something to her."

‘Say nothing,’ the pleasant voice wasn’t as small as before. It seemed his friend had slowly aged in the past week from a preschooler to a child of the age of eight. "You shouldn’t let her control you."

‘I scared her,’ he thought back.

‘She should learn to accept the new you.’

‘Maybe I should slow the progress down.’

‘Maybe, but are you still going to go patrolling tomorrow?’

‘I don’t know. It depends on when the suit is made, but the point is I shouldn’t raise my voice in anger. I will be a manly man, but not one that shouts at his wife.’

‘You mean speak softly and carry a big stick?’

‘Exactly, and the stick is my spine.’ He raised his head when he heard the whistling of the tea kettle. He would semi apologize at his wife, not for what he said, but how he said. If she still had a problem then he would just sleep on the couch.

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When he was told Jason wanted to join the clan on their patrols Goliath did not express a single emotion. The request had caught him off guard. The emotions that did follow were a range from surprise, to pleased that his friend wanted to be with him, to wary for his safety. The concern diminished somewhat when Goliath had saw the blueprint for the exo suit Jason would be wearing. It had a more humanoid shape than the gargoyle form of Xanatos's suit except the head gear looked more looked just like the face of the steel clan on Xanatos’s suit.

"It fits like a glove," Jason waltzed up the steps of the stone tower while dressed in the purple armor with silver chest plate and silver band around the waist. The rocket pack was also silver. Arms the shape of Popey’s bulging biceps were silver and black with black glossy linebacker like shoulder pads. The thick legs ending in metal bot shaped feet were aslo silver and black. The silver helmet was placed under his arm. "I have one of the arm canons like Xanatos has, switchblade like knives in me boots and a few other gadgets." He stared at his hand while he clenched it into a fist, enjoying the clinking sound the gauntlet like glove felt.

"I want you to stay close to us and try to be careful," Goliath deadpanned to him with his arms folded.

"Becareful?" Jason blinked. "Do ye think I cannae handle yer job?"

"That is what I usually tell my clan before we go on patrols," Goliath smiled. "Please don’t be offended."

"Donae fret my friend," Jason smiled. "I’m just glad ye are allowing me to join ye tonight. Is the whole clan going at the same time?"

The lavender gargoyle shook his head. "We are going to be separated into small patrol groups as usual. You are going to be with me, Desdemona and Jerry." As he spoke two other gargoyles joined them. The lovely grayish blue female had wings that were butterfly shaped. Her thick horns curled back over her wavy greenish yellow hair. Her eyes were unusual as they were the same shade as amethyst instead of being bright white. She had to be the gargoyle who’s soul was trapped in a machine for a few years. Once a clone of her original DNA had been created her spirit was transferred to it via magic.

The other gargoyle was more familiar to the hunter turned actor. The mahogany colored gargoyle’s bald head was crowned with two thick horns that looked more fit to be on a jester’s cockscomb than on a warrior. His large chocolate wings were folded across his chest, clad in a greet shirt and were held by the clasping of their three talon tipped claws.

"Hey Jason," Jerry greeted. "There’s something different about you." He placed his talon against his chin as he studied the human.

"I’m wearing an exo suit," Jason joked.

The weregoyle chuckled and shook his head. "You look like you got a little more color in your cheeks. Have you been soaking in a few rays from a tanning bed, or have you been using that fake tan cream?"

"I’m not quite sure what ye are talking about," Jason slid the headpiece on. "I may have gotten some color from filming outside, but that is about it." His voice had sounded like it came in through a radio.

"We can discuss tips of treating our skin later," Goliath said. "Jason I want to see how well the suit can fly before we leave."

The man in the exo suit nodded and squeezed his fingertips against the palm of his hand. The rocket pack on his back fired off, propelling him into the air. Jason hover a few feet over the clan before he spun around. "Well are we going on patrol or not?"

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Jason knew he shouldn’t complain. The city was different from viewing it from the sky. He regretted not taking time to enjoy the aesthetics of the city below him when he flew around on his air cycle or on the Hunter’s air ship and almost was envious of his gargoyle friends being able to enjoy soaring every night. Technically he could fly over the city during the day but the lack of the lights glowing in the night time took away part of the magic.

The beauty of the flight aside he was bored. He knew he shouldn’t really complain. He was allowed to join Goliath that night, and was enjoying a privilege few people were allowed to participate in, but the lack of any crime activity was beginning to get to him.

"I hear an alarm," Desdemona shifted her butterfly shaped wings and descended towards the drug store beneath them.

Goliath noticed the four humans racing from the back of the building and trying to stay within the shadows. The three gargoyles could easily take them. He thought about telling Jason to wait behind when he saw the exosuit dive after Desdemona. "I believe we shouldn’t be the only ones hanging behind, now should we Jerry?"

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The female gargoyle could not believe how young the thieves appeared. The oldest looked like a young warrior, a rookie just joining the castle army, but the youngest appeared to be even too young to be squire hood. A child or not she was going to teach them a lesson.

Her eyes blazed with purple luminance as she tackled the slowest thief. She sent him sprawling to the ground, the green trash bag fell from his hands and landed on the ground.

He blinked away the shock while rolling over. "What the hell?"

"You are young," Desdemona growled. "Why are you throwing your life away by stealing?" She grabbed the youth by the front of his shirt and held up in front of her. The answer to her question came in the form of a small explosion and the feeling of burning lead piercing through her upper left wing. She roared out in pain as she turned around, not dropping her captive, and stared at the person who had shot at her. To her partial relief it was not the youngest thief but the oldest.

"Put him down monster," the young thief did not lower his gun. He studied the female monster wondering what she was going to do next. He did not expect the lighting like lazer blast to strike against his gun, knocking it from his hands. "Who did that?" He reached for his gun and pulled back his hand the second it came in contact with the burning lead. He noticed the other two members of his gang were not doing anything, just holding onto their garbage bags and the older one held his cro-bar like it was a used paper towel roll. "What are you guys doing? Get her!" The two youths took off at his command leaving him to pull himself to his feet.

"I suggest ye surrender like a good lad."

The youth turned around as he stood up, ready to defend himself if another gargoyle had appeared. He didn’t expect to see a shiny purple, robot with a silver armor like chest plate and silverr arms with black bands round it’s joints and black gloves. "What shit is this?"

Jason paused in his steps. The thief looked scared. His thin lips were curled in a fierce snarl and he was holding onto the ground but by the look held in his wide eyes he was frightened. "No shit little boy, just me." He aimed the exposed arm canon at the youths forehead. He stared past his victim. Desdemona was still holding onto the trembling form of the crook she had grabbed. A quick glance to his right affirmed his belief that Goliath and Jerry would be holding the other two thieves in their talons.

"You don’t expect me to take orders from some twisted robo cop," the leader’s lip trembled a bit but he had not lost his arrogant tone.

"Ye donae have to listen to me. Ye can listen to my friends."

The youth turned and took a good look at the gargoyles. All of them had eyes glowing like headlights, razor sharp claws and fangs but the large lavender one towered over the others with hands the size of small pizzas. If that big creature grabbed onto his head he knew it would be able to squeeze his brains out like squeezing a ripe tomato. "I don’t have to listen to a bunch of monsters that belong in a zoo. You don’t have any right to be here, let alone tell me what to do."

The arm canon retracted into it’s compartment. "And ye dona have the right to be robbing the store."

"You can’t tell me what not to do."

"Dude?" The one member who once held onto the crobar squeaked. He glanced up over his shoulder into Jerry’s snarling face and swallowed. "Shut up."

"You should listen to your friend," Goliath let the light dim from his eyes. The youngest member hung in his arms limp like a rag doll. The boy had fainted.

"I’m not listening to them," the gang leader snorted. "They are too much of a bunch of pussies."

"Hey fuck you man." The slowest member snapped. He would have lunged for the leader if Desdemona had not held him tightly. "This whole idea was yours."

"Shut the fuck up."

"No!" Goliath’s voice boomed. "You will be silent."

The leader narrowed his eyes and completely turned around. He shook his fist at the large gargoyle. "Hell no! I will not shut-" A sharp blow to his back sent him sprawling. His chest met the asphalt and teeth penetrated the softness of his toungue, filling his mouth with the iron tang of blood. He spat out a mixture of saliva and blood as he was being levitated by the back collar of his jacket.

Jason pulled the young punk close to his metal mask. "Ye will listen to my friend and keep yer mouth closed."

"We are going to take you to jail," Goliath spoke. "Unless we find a few police cars along the way. You will all admit your crime." The boys nodded except for their leader who spat again.

"Answer!" Jason shook the boy.

"I’ll wimp out and admit it."

"And ye’ll promise to join a youth group and never be in a gang again."

"Fuck no," his answer was followed by a quick slap in the face. He didn’t quite know what had happened, just something cool and hard coming in contact with his face. His cheeks were still stinging afterward and his nose ached and leaked warm liquid from his nostrils. He blinked at the sight of the red droplets falling from his face. "Shit."

"You didn’t have to hit him," Jerry’s eyes softened.

"He’s as stubborn as my brother," Jason’s grip tightened on the boy. "Now are ye going to give me the right answer?"

"I’ll promise. I’ll join D.A.R.E, or the YMCA or the Boy Scouts. I’ll pick up garbage and paint happy murals. What ever the fuck you want."

"That is better. I want ye to do one more thing."

"Now what?" He bristled at the sight of Jason curling his hand back ready for another strike.

"Don’t hit him!" Desdemona shouted. "He may be a thief but he is also just a boy."

Jason pulled him close to his chest, relishing in the fact the youth had begun to tremble. "I want him to apologies fer shootin ye wing lass."

"You are not going to hit him again are you?" Jerry asked.

"Only if he does not do what I tell him to." He squeezed the leader’s shoulders, causing him to yelp.

"You are hurting him," Goliath said. "This is not the way we patrol. We do not force them to apologize for our injuries."

"He needs to be taught a lesson, to make sure he will never commit another crime again. We don’t want him to throw his life away."

"I don’t like this change in you. You are becoming a bully."

"I’m just becoming what I used to be." His thick covered fingers wrapped around his quarry’s neck. The gang leader tried to squirm while the fingers tighten. "Now laddie what do ye say?" His voice had become silky soft.

"Sorry," the boy squeaked.

"That is not good enough." His grip tightened.

"Stop it," Desdemona’s voice rose in alarm. "I don’t care if he apologizes or not, and he apologized. Just let him go."

"Ye couldna have heard it because I didna heard it." He squeezed even harder than before. "Are ye going to give a satisfactory apology or not?"

Goliath watched as the leader struggled in the arms of the suited human. His face was turning a shade bright pink. Pale lips parted to speak but no sound came out. Goliath had enough. He carefully dropped the boy he was holding and bolted forward. At a wild cat like speed he shoved Jason back while snatching the gang leader away. "I think you had enough patrolling for tonight." He cradled the human like he was an infant while the youth coughed and welcomed the ice cold air into his lungs.

"I am not finished," Jason snarled.

"By my command you are."

The suited human clenched his hands into fists. "Are ye ordering me to go back to the castle?"

"I think it would be better if you went home."

"Why? Because I knew how to deal with obnoxious youths better than ye? Ye were just going to drop them off wi the authorities. That may keep them off the streets fer a while but that is not going to ensure they are not going to do it again."

Goliath handed the oldest punk over to Jerry who carefully took him along with his empty hand. The one with who had the crobar didn’t even try to run away when Jerry’s grip relaxed. "There are ways to get a person to give up a life of crime without resorting to acts of brutality."

"I didnae see it working."

"They usually do," Goliath placed a hand on Jason’s shoulder. "Are you going to go home and step out of the suit quietly, or do I have to make you."

"I’m na going to stop because ye tell me too. I have to make sure my city is safe and make sure the rest of my fellow humans learn to respect yer species."

Goliath shook his head sadly. "And you don’t achieve that task by force." Goliath grabbed onto his shoulder. "I was afraid I was going to have to do this. I hope Xanatos will forgive me." He reached out and grabbed onto the rocket pack. With a quick pull he managed to tear it off from his back.

"Ye have no right" Jason aimed his arm cannon at Goliath’s wing. "Apologize fer that."

"Not until you apologize for your recent behavior." Goliath removed the cannon with a snap. "I really hope Xanatos forgives me for this." He grabbed onto Jason and leaped for the nearest fireescape. One arm clutching onto his human friend he managed to grab onto the metal platform and pull himself up.

"Let me go!"

"We are going home." Goliath turned to Jerry and Desdemona. "Make sure they get to the authorities before you return to the castle." His arm squeezed onto Jason even tighter before he leaped up, jumping platform to platform till he was at the height he wanted to be before he spread his wings and felt the warm updraft lift him into the sky. He ignored Jason’s protest as he aimed for the ex hunter’s home.

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Owen did not expect to see Jerry and Desdemona return home quite so soon, and he didn’t expect them to return without Goliath or Jason. The two gargoyles had appeared to be confused as they entered the castle and folded their wings. They were not bleeding from multiple wounds nor were they gasping from air. They did appear like they had escaped from some misfortune. The only damage to any of them was a bullet hole in Desdemona’s wings.

The disguised fae stood in front of the entrance between the tower and the rest of the castle with his arms crossed an eyebrow arched. "You are injured."

Jerry gave a polite smile. "I wouldn’t say anything is right, but we are still in one piece. No tragedy or emergency." He reached up to rub the back of his head.

"There is something wrong with our human friend," Desdemona said softly. "He was acting not like the person the clan has described. He wasn’t the same human I remember who came to the castle for the grand wedding."

"May I ask of their whereabouts?" Owen led them through the halls.

"Goliath is taking Jason to his place as we speak," Jerry said.

"With the suit?"

"He is going to try to get Jason out of it."

The response caused Owen to freeze in his steps. "Jason is not stuck is he?"

"He is just going to refuse to take off. He doesn’t want to end the patrol. He wants to continue."

"And Goliath wants him to stop?"

The female gargoyle sighed. "He had become extremely violent and nearly killed a young thief. This boy was no older than seventeen years. He even aimed the arm weapon at Goliath when Goliath removed the rocket pack form his suit."

Owen blinked. "He just tore it off?"

"Yeah," Jerry nodded. "He tore the lazer off too."

"I don’t think Xanatos is going to like hearing about what happened to the new experimental suit."

"If there is one thing I know about my husband is that he doesn’t mind too much what happens to his hardware," Fox entered the hall. A cell phone was in her hand. "I just got a phone cal from Christine. Jason and Goliath are over there and the two of them are fighting over the exosuit."

"It looks like he still is in a foul mood," Jerry said.

"This behavior had just recently occurred?" Owen asked His mouth curled down into a worried frown.

"He’s been like this for a few weeks," Fox said. "He’s been snapping at Christine and his brother, and he’s been rude to the folks on the set of Pride Force. Christine had said he’s been acting odd for a few months now. It’s not just the anger. He’s been more energetic lately, but before that he was acting distant and talking to himself."

"Cecilia had noticed he was talking to someone the day she was human," Desdemona said. "It was less like talking to himself, and more like the was talking to what young humans would refer to as an imaginary friend."

Fox sighed. "I knew I shouldn’t have let him fill in for his stunt actor. It’s starting to get worse."

The arch returned to Owen’s eyebrow. "You know what is going on?"

She shrugged. "Christine and I both have our theories. She thinks Jason may have started taking drugs, but I think he’s suffering from a mental break down."

"I don’t like any of these theories, but I thought of something worse." Jerry said. "What if he had developed a tumor? I read about one sign of brain cancer is people acting completely out of character. I really hope that’s not it, but the other theories are not much better."

"Before we go through Jason’s belongings or schedule a cat scan I am going to need a sample," Owen said.

"A sample?" Fox asked.

"Like a drop of blood or a finger nail clipping."

"I can get some hair from his stylist. Why do you need them?" Fox lowered her eyelids at him slightly.

"I need them to conduct a test magically. I have a fourth theory of what is going on with Jason. A theory that is even worse then the others."

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It was another night sleeping on the couch for Jason. After Goliath had left with his suit, it was his suit, Jason and Christine got into another shouting match. This time it was so loud it woke Hunter. She ordered him to stay out of their son’s room and locked the door to their bedroom.

Jason grunted and sat up. He couldn’t sleep. How dare she tell him he can’t be with their his son? He had the same right to see Hunter as she does. He pushed himself up n the sofa. It wasn’t just her, it was Goliath. How dare he tell him to not patrol. With a loud grunt he punched the arm of the couch before he rolled over.

‘You shouldn’t take it out on them,’ the voice had matured even further to a teenager. ‘They are not the enemy. The scum of the city are.’

‘I know that,’ Jason thought. ‘But they don’t understand that. I have to help them see.’

‘No you don’t. You need to calm down and not get so angry with them. They are worried about you.’

‘Maybe you are right, but I’m not supposed to apologize.’

‘You should apologize. Tell everyone you are sorry. Your wife, your brother, your friends and co workers.’

‘But I thought that was a sign of weakness.’

‘I was testing you, to see if you are willing to become stronger, to be my friend and I can see that you have passed. You need to be more friendly and sweeter to your wife. I have plans for you both.’

‘What kind of plans?’

‘I want to make you into a warrior for a great purpose. We will be able to clean up the scum from the city. You will be stronger than Goliath and you will actually be able to fly.’

Jason blinked. ‘Aye you trying to turn me into Superman?’

‘Well you do look like him.’ The voice waited for Jason to finish chuckling. ‘I can do all of that, but you must promise to bond with me.’

‘I promise.’ Jason closed his eyes.

‘We will be one. Now get some rest. We have plenty to do in the near future.’

Jason nearly drifted off to sleep with the next few seconds. His breathing slowed to a breath per minute and his heart beat at two thirds the normal rate. His deep slumber impaired him from noticing a dark mist rising from his body and forming a cloud above him.

The dark cloud wafted to the nearest window. He had asked Jason to leave it open a crack and like a good servant he did. The mist slipped through and floated through the city sensing the air. The air currents that wafted from the city carried only the scent of an average human. there were a few that had the traces of fae blood in them, but that aura was extremely thin. Perhaps it would be better if he should just continue to the castle and harness the sperm from the sleeping males there.

He made a beeline for the castle, floating over the more well-to-do part of the tine. One scent caused him to pause, lingering as the aroma filled aura took into his being It was not as powerful as a gargoyle, but it was stronger than an average human. If he had a mouth it would be salivated from the lucious scent.

It dove down, heading straight for the building beneath it and found an open window and slid through the apartment, finding a crack in the door and traveled through the hall. It had found the apartment it was looking for with out much effort, and the bedroom was an easier find.

If the dark mist was a physical being it would have been knocked out by the perfume it inhaled. Of course if it had been a physical being, a mortal being, it would not have been able to detect overpowering aroma of a werewolf. There was also a lingering fragrance of sex. The couple in the large king size water bed had been recently intimate. The couple under the thick indigo comforter seemed like an average upper crust couple. The female's graceful pale arms were protruding from under the spread along with the woman’s face. Tight pale pink lips were locked in a pleased smile as gentle breathes were exhaled through her nostrils. Her lovely face was framed by mane of golden curls.

Her mate was sleeping on his side, almost nearly covered by the bed covers but the dark spirit could make out a crown of dark brown from his hair. The shadow flitted over to the top of the man and laid itself on top of his body. The warmth from his body that fed him as well as its aura. He was werewolf by bite and he had only been one for a few years. It didn’t matter weather he was welped or changed, he was a wolf, a being with sperm that was more powerful than a mere human and absorbing his aura was giving him enough strength to peel back the covers.

Suspicions were affirmed. The werewolf was completely naked. Well tanned limbs were pulled closed to his curled body while his bare bottom reflected the light of the moonlight pouring in through the window. The moonlight will add a bit more to his energy.

The sprit’s form condensed into an opaque blackness before it grew and reshaped it’s form. A definite body developed with medium sized waist curved bottom and long limbs shaped into legs ending in small and delicate feet. The upper part of its body grew two round spheres that swell to the a bigger size than argot’s chest. Above the breasts the upper torso was crowned with firm shoulders extending into thin arms and an elegant neck with an oval shape head and long flowing hair.

She reached and grabbed onto the werewolf’s chest. With a gentle shove she managed to push him onto his back before she reached out and stroked the large and soft bag hanging under his relaxed muscle. He was full of fertile seed, the amount she needed to complete her plan.She will take some from him and some from the weregoyles of Wyvern. Her simple stroking caused the soft muscle to harden and extend into a long thick shaft. She wrapped her legs around his waist and climbed on top.

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Brandon did not know how he got into the woods, nor did he know exactly where he was. He could be in any forest in America, or the world. He knew he was naked, and while that would have bothered many it did not cause alarm for him. He did not have to worry about being cold because is entire body was covered with a thick pelt of fur the same shade of brown as his hair. His limbs were reshaped for him to race around the ground better. He could either walk on his hind legs or on all fours. He chose the latter and padded along the forest floor on his claw tipped hands and feet.

His vision was the same at night as it was during the day, that was thing that lingered with him when was in his human form, he could see in the dark. He also had better hearing and sense of smell than the average human. His enhanced hearing detected a not too distant crunching. He turned in the direction the sound had came from and inhaled the sweet fragrance that came with it. The air carried the sweet and expensive perfume and the scent of a human female.

He raced forward, guided by his nose and ears toward the female. His wolf form was swifter than he was when he was human. He loved to run as a wolf and having something to hunt down added more to the fun. A flash of red entered his vision and he knew he was close. He didn’t want to sneak up behind the female and ventured around to surprise her from the front.

He stood on his hind legs to step out into the moonlight and greet her. She was completely covered with a bright scarlet cloak and a matching hood that only allowed a few spun gold spirals to peek out from underneath. Her feet were clothed in red three inch heels and she clutched a tan wicker basket covered with a pink and white striped cloth. The woman’s bright blue eyes widened in surprise at the sight of him and her red stained lips parted to let out a scream.

"Do not be surprised," Brandon said and couldn’t believe the fact that he could talk in his wolf form. "I only followed you because I haven’t seen a woman as beautiful as you in my woods before."

"Well hello there," Margot spoke with smooth tone. Her grip in her basket relaxed while her cloak parted slightly, giving the werewolf a good view of her bare flesh. "You have been following me?"

Brendan nodded and approached her. The scent of warm chicken soup, variety pack of herbal teas and fresh baked cookies wafted from the basket. "Like I said below, you are pretty and red is my favorite color."

"It is?" She reached forward, the end of the robe slid back again, giving away enough for a bare breast to peek through. "May I pet you?" Her voice had softened even more. Her relaxed smile widened when the wolf nodded and she stroked her long fingers tipped in red lacquer painted nails over the top of his head.

"That feels nice," He closed his eyes halfway as the tips of her nails sank through his fur and gently grazed the area around his ears and moved down the back of his neck and his shoulders. He lifted his muzzle and let his tongue loll out as her small hands continued with the massage. "May I ask what’s in the basket?"

"Goodies for my grandmother, she’s not feeling well."

"What kind of goodies?"

Her eyes narrowed seductively. "You want to see my goodies?"

"I want to know what they are."

"You leading my astray from my mission," she whispered into his large ear before she kissed the back of his neck. "There is some home made chicken soup, some cookies, and some tea."

"I would like to taste those cookies."

"Oh would you now?" She stepped back and parted her cloak, exposing her full naked form. "Would you like to pet me?"

Brendan didn’t need to be asked twice. He reached out and two her large round breasts into his furry hands. Her skin was softer than silk. He carefully ran the soft tiny pads on the tips of his fingers across her flesh. Her nipples that have erected in hard rubbery nubs looked more than inviting to his tongue.

"My what big hands you have." She moaned.

"The better to feel your skin."

Her eyes traveled up and locked with his own amber orbs. "What big eyes you have."

"The better to see view the beauty that stands before me."

"What big ears you have."

"The better to listen to your heavenly voice."

"What a big mouth you have."

"The better to taste you." He bent down and ran his tongue over her breasts and flicker the tip against her erect pink nipples.

It was her turn to initiate the last part. She stepped back and removed the cloak and hood. Her golden waves flowed down freely from where they were kept and bounced slightly. Her eyes swept over his entire body, the rippling muscles under the fur alone made her lips dampen even further. She was sure he could smell it. "And what a big cock you have." Her eyes were brought to the middle of his legs. A long pink damp appendage protruded from the furry sheath.

"The better to make love with you with." He grabbed onto her shoulders and spun her around. She reached out for the nearest tree while she spread her legs. His hands stoked the curves of her backside,before they slid to her middle. He positionedh imself behind her and thrust forward, pausing only to listen to the deep moan exit from her mouth. He bucked forward again and again.

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The feminine shadow threw her head back causing the soft black wisps of hair to curl back like smoke. He was close from the increased speed of his thrusts. She was even further pleased when he had changed into his wolf form during intercourse and the change in his lower organ nearly caused her to achieve her equivalent of an organism. The werewolf panting increased and his thrusts became more fierce. If the spirit was an actual human female she would have cried out in pain. With one quick final thrust he fired off his seed. She did not pay attention to his howl, but instead felt her self drinking up his sperm.

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It was a complete turn around from how he had been behaving and Christine was thankful for her husband’s change. It began with him telling her to stay in bed and sleep as long as she wanted to while he took care of her son followed by brunch in bed.

"Don’t was have something to do today?" She asked while she ran her fingers through her unkempt hair.

He shook his head while he set the tray on her lap. "We are off today."

"Oh," She blinked the last blur of slumber from her eyes and took a better look at her breakfast. The tray contained all her favorites: two whole wheat Belgian waffles, topped with maple syrup took up one half of the large plate. The other half had scrambled eggs whites dusted with a bit of pepper and two strips of bacon. A small bowl of blackberries and cream were near a small glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee. A paper rose sculpted out of the comics section of the news paper was placed next to the silverware.

"I hope this is enough to eat," he joked.

"Enough? It’s more than enough." She took a sip of her coffee, no sugar with a couple spoonfuls of hazelnut coffee cream. "But why all of this?"

"I’ve been terrible. I want to make it up to everyone."

"Do you know why you have been acting strange? Some of your friends are afraid you might be loosing your grip on your sanity and worse."

"I’ve been over stressed and feeling my age."

"This was a mid life crisis?" She twirled a piece of waffle around a small puddle of syrup. "At least you didn’t go out and buy a bright red sportscar convertible." She plopped the bite into her mouth.

Jason couldn’t keep from laughing. "Those are fer those who need to overcompensate fer something."

"Which is the last you need with--" she pointed at the center of his pants with her bent elbow, earning a smile out of him. "That is what you need to do. You need to smile more."

"Well I may be smiling more tonight. Asked Lorrie to come over and baby-sit Hunter fer tonight."

"Why tonight?" She placed some of the egg in her mouth and dabbed at the corner of her mouth with her napkin.

"More like the afternoon. Ye and I leave around three thirty to take see a four o clock movie and then we are going out to dinner."

"Which movie and where are we going out to eat?"

"It depends on what ye want."

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Christine didn’t want to eat at a fancy European place and grilled medium to well done stake was what she was craving. During the entire meal she and Jason reached out to rub each other’s hands and play footsie under the table. Their romantic meal was complete with a Mid Summer’s Night Dream. A dessert made of thin crepes, vanilla ice cream, warm baked apple bits and rich gooey caramel. Jason ordered one along with two forks and Christine kept count of how many times their forks clinked together.

They retruned home to find Lorrie sitting on the couch with a small bowl half full of popcorn next to her and a remote in her hand. "I feel like a teenager again," the young woman with wine colored hair smiled.

"Sorry if you were a little bored," Christine apologized as Jason took her and his coat to their closet. "Next time we’ll make sure there will be some DVD’s for you to watch."

"Actually I’m really grateful," The red head turned off the television and picked up her bowl. "I miss what it was like when they were that young. I’m willing to trade Hunter with Colin."

"I donae think we are ready fer a two year old." Jason reached into his pocket for his wallet. "How much should we pay ye?"

Lorrie blinked at the offer. "I’m free. C’mon I’m family. You don’t have to pay me anything."

"That was the same argument our father gave us when Robyn and I were told to watch Jon." Jason chuckled slightly. The memories on why their father had to leave suddenly burned in his heart.

"I think it was the same with me and my brothers," Lorrie chuckled. She grabbed her purse and hugged her in laws before she left.

"Should we make sure she gets home safely?" Chris asked. She turned when she felt her husband’s hand around her wrist. "Jason?"

"She can make it her self. Lets go to bed."

They had checked on Hunter first before they retreated to the bedroom. Their infant kept on slumbering. The only movement from him was when he stretched his small limbs and yawned. Chris was glad things had returned to normal. Jason had stopped talking to himself and he was no longer angry and demanding. He didn’t even seem to be distant anymore and was more than ready to give up doing his own stunts once his double had returned from vacation.

The brunette flopped backwards on their bed and spread her arms. "Today has been great."

"I’m a musician in the concert of love," Jason sat next to her and removed his shoes. "I start with soothing playful song moving up to a long ballad."

"Oh really?" She kicked off her shoes and undid her belt. "And is the concert over?"

His fingers wandered over to her hemline of her skirt and pulled down. "I still have my encore." His voice softened to a husky whisper.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself to be taken over by his touch. His fingers brushed against her skin as he removed her stalking. They felt warm and soft except for his fingernails. She wondered when he had them cut last.

Jason had noticed how she tensed up suddenly. "Did I hurt ye?"

"Your fingernails are a little sharp."

"I’ll get the file now if-"

"No," She cut him off with a simple word. "I want you now." She sat up and stared in his bright blue eyes. A glint of lust flickered in her warm brown orbs before she pounced on him and locked her mouth onto his.

Jason repositioned himself carefully under her while they adjusted themselves onto the bed. Jason pushed his tongue into her mouth while he reached up and grasped onto the bottom of her blouse and peeled it up over her head before throwing over the side.

Her delicate fingers danced over his chest, removing the buttons as they moved from the top of his shirt to the bottom. Freeing him from his cloth binding of his shirt she grabbed onto his belt buckle and unhooked it before she slid the leather strap out. Her mouth found his chest, covering his pectorals with kissed before she sank her teeth around his right nipple.

Jason moaned from the feeling of his wife’s mouth. He did not even feel the rest of his cloths being removed from him. He reached for her panties and slipped them off her thighs while she removed her bra. He pulled her back down onto of him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders while he slid his slick male heat into her damp acceptance.

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A variety of brushes were laid out in a neat row on one of the sterile clean vanity tables of the Pack Media studios. The hair stylist selected a few combs to place next to the brushes. Something was already in their place, a small bag of Hershey kisses with a pearl white ribbon tied around it in a bow. She looked up at the man who set the candy before her and gave him a confused glance.

"Ye are not allergic to chocolate are ye?" Jason asked while clutching onto a few bouquets of fake roses and more small bags of chocolates.

"I’m not allergic," she smiled. "Thank you, but why are you giving me candy?"

"I’ve been an arse to everyone." He stared down at the ground.

"You don’t have to apologies to me."

"I do," he sighed. "I need to correct a lot of wrongs I have committed. I donae know why I have been like this exactly. I guess I’ve been working too hard and its starting to get to me, maybe its because I thought I could handle more than my job was able dish out. I wanted to be where all the action is and I think I know why I tried that."

"You wanted to see if you could still do it?" She placed the chocolates closer to the mirror to keep them out of the way and finished setting up the brushes.

"Aye. There is that and I donae like the idea I’m getting old."

She squinted her eyes and winced. "Old? You are not old." She pointed to the chair.

"I really want to give the rest of these out and finish my apologies."

"You need your hair done."

Jason felt like he shouldn’t have to listen her. She was just an underling and he was the star, not just a star he was going to become a superior being. He already felt the changes begining in his body. He and his new friend were going to become a powerful hero that will clean up the filth of crime from the city, but he remembered they were supposed to be more kinder.

"We should be nicer to everyone," he whispered.

She looked up from the brushes. "What?"

"I said we should be nicer. Everyone should be nicer to everyone else. I want to set an example to everyone else."

"I’ll join you. I’m going to start by sharing the chocolate you gave me."

"That’s the spirit."

"Now sit down." She pointed at the chair again.

Jason sighed as he took his place. "I donnae need anything fancy, just style it like usual."

"I will," she gently ran the bristles of the brush with the thick red handle through his dark locks. "So tell me why do you think you are getting old?"

"I’m going ta be thirty eight next month. In a couple of years I’ll be forty. I’m not a young man any more."

"Oh lord," she rolled her eyes back. "That’s not old and so what? Some women think men get sexier as they get older. Sean Connery is considered to be on of the sexiest men alive." She brushed a few more strokes from the top of his head to the back. "Your hair isn’t even falling out and you don’t have much gray. In fact you don’t have any gray. Have you been coloring your hair."

"No I havena."

"Hmmm," she took the brush to his sides and continued to style it brush it back neatly. "You shouldn’t be too worried about getting old then. Although you should be a little more careful. You got a couple of bumps up here. I hope I’m not hurting you."

"Ye are not hurting me."

She took a bottle of hair gel and squeezed a glistening dab into her palm and rubbed into her hands before she ran them through his hair. "Now for the flip part." She placed a little bit more gel onto her finger tips and stepped in front of him. Her fingers massaged the gel into his gas and sculpted them into handle bar shapes. "Hell, you don’t have any wrinkles"

"Really?" He nearly bumped his head into hers while trying to get a better look into the mirror.

"Nope, your lucky. You are going to get them if you keep on sunbathing like that."

"I really donae know how I got sunburned."

"Try to be more careful."

"I will." He rose form the chair. "Thank ye fer the do and thank ye fer accepting my apology." He picked up the rest of the presents and left the room.

The stylist could hear him talking with Fox outside. He had already launched into his apology speech with full explanation of what might caused him to behave like a jerk. She listened halfway while she opened her bag and pulled out one of the tear shaped candies and placed it into her mouth.

"Gerladine?" The stylist was to absorbed in the sweet moment of bliss within her mouth to have noticed the conversation had ended. "Can I ask you a favor?"

Geraldine swallowed some of the melted chocolate from the lump in her mouth before she turned around. The strawberry blond director was standing in the entrance way of the room. Gerladine chewed the rest of the candy. "Sure."

"Can I see that last brush you were using on Jason?"

Geraldine picked up the red handled brush.:"Sure you can, but why?"

"I want use it as reference material. David’s birthday is coming up and he has been using the same brush and comb for the past two years. I need to get him a new set and I hope you don’t mind if I take it with me when I go shopping."

"I guess so. Let me clean it off first."

"No!" Fox snatched the brush out of her hands. She noticed the confused glance the other woman was giving her and let out a sigh. "I’ll clean it myself. You do too much al ready."

"I really don’t do that much." She relaxed her shoulders.

"It’s not really much of a big thing. I just feel if you cut a few of those tiny assignment from your day to day life you would have a little more free time."

Geraldine reached for the bag of kisses and held it out before her. "Want one?"

"Thank you," Fox reached out and took a chocolate. "Did Jason give these too you? I saw him carrying around a bunch of these bags."

"He wants to make up for being a bit rude a few days earlier."

"Nice to see he is back to his old self."

"Not exactly, he seemed distant when he said we should be nicer to everyone and I asked what he meant and seemed to snap back to full attention to explain that meant he wanted everyone to be more kinder."

"That is all?"

"Yeah, pretty much." The stylist gave her a simple look.

"That is all," Fox examined the brush before she left. There were barely any hair within the dark bristles. there were few dark strands and Fox hope that would be enough for the test Owen wanted to do.

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Shaky hands grasped onto the rim of the toilet while weak arms held up Christine’s body. The actress stared at her reflection in the bowl’s pool. She did not look the slightest bit sick, but her stomach was telling her others. For nearly the entire morning she had to keep running back to the bathroom. She held fast while waiting for the last wavy of nausea to leave her body. Once her stomach was stable she was able to stand up in front of the mirror and wash her face. She had no idea what was wrong with her. The last time she felt that ill was when she was first pregnant with Hunter.

"No way, there is no way I’m pregnant again." She felt ill, but she wasn’t expecting. She couldn’t be expecting. She experienced her time of the month three weeks ago. Even if she had Jason did create a new life the night before it would still be too early for her to experience any of the signs. She ran her fingers across her stomach and felt a certain hardness that was familiar. Her stomach stuck out a little bit and it wasn’t because of post pregnant weight. She had lost half of it when Hunter and if it was weight it would be softer not harder.

She found Mars Bluestone a few minutes later in front of the soda machine. Her fist banging against the metal. "Did it eat your money?"

The shorter woman gave the machine a last strike before turning to her. "No it did something worse. I pushed the button for a Vanilla coke," she closed her eyes and shook her head in disgust. "And it gave me a Pibb."

"Try pressing a different button and seeing what you get," Christine suggested.

"Sure but what do I do with this sludge?" She held up the Pibb can.

"I’ll take it off you hands."

"You’re willing to drink that crap?" She stuck out her tongue. "I take a few sips and I vomit."

"I’ve been throwing up already, so it’s not much of a loss."

"Are you okay?"

The actress shrugged. "I’m not sure. I’m going to see where Jason is and ask him to take me home. Could you tell Fox I have to leave?"

"No problem," Mars handed her the soda. "I’m glad Jason is feeling better."

"Yeah, me too."

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Fox expectected to find both Owen and Alex in the magic room, but she did not expect to see Dominique standing within the bland stone gray walls. The television director eyes the other red head warily as she approached her husband’s assistant. "What is she doing here?"

"Owen asked me to help him find some of the necessary ingredients for the spell," Dominique spoke while trying to maintain her temper.

"Ingredients?" Fox raised her eyebrows. "I thought-"

"You thought that because you are of fae blood you don’t need any powders and oils?" Demona interrupted. "The third race needs a few items now and then from some of their complex spells and tests. This is one of them.

Fox removed the hairbrush she borrowed from Geraldine from her purse. "I’m sorry. I didn’t know.

"I partially blame myself," Owen took the brush from her. "I don’t have to Puck to simply tell you about your heritage. It would be even more simple if you allowed your mother to visit once in a while."

Fox’s eyes were an ice cold glare. "After what she’s done," she felt about how her mother had turned into Titania in front of her eyes and planned on taking Alex from her. No, that was not her ultimate plan. She wanted Fox to tap into her fae heritage. She could have gone about it in a different way. She could have told her earlier when Fox was growing up, but she chose not to. It could have been because of Oberon’s orders, but Titania was not married to Oberon at the time.

"Please don’t hold this grudge against her forever," Dominique’s tone had sifted to one that was warm with sympathy. "I don’t know what I would do if Angela or Charlie shut me out of their lives. I know the pain of separation from a child like that. Before I turned Matt, Jerry and the others into weregoyles I was not with my daughter as often as I wanted."

Fox did not know Titania as long as she knew Anastasia Renard, her mother. A kind woman who was a den mother for her girl scout troop, who offered to driver Fox and the rest of her softball team mates around. Who would always place a kiss on her injuries before a bandage. She was the person who read to her before bed time and helped design a fake stage so she could practice her ballet moves and later her lines when she was given parts in her schools plays.

"I’ll find some way to talk to her, after we find out what is wrong with Jason."

Owen nodded approached the bowl full of water. "Demona you have the vial, ashes and candles?"

The immortal held up a small bag from Bath and Body works. She reached into the bag and pulled out a white egg shaped ceramic jar. "I just use it for easy carrying." She set the jar next to the water filled bowl followed by a small glass vial sealed with a gray rubber stopper. The last thing she removed were four deep green tea candles that had the aroma of wild flowers. Dominique placed the candles in a perfect square surrounding the bowl.

"I want you to take the vial Alex," Owen’s form dissolved and reshaped into the platinum manned trickster. "The easiest part of the test is lighting the candles. Alex I think you and your mother can both handle it."

"I want mommy to try," Alex studied the vial within his hands.

Fox pointed at the candles with both hands and concentraited. "Fire that burns bright, give these candles some light." She knew she had probably said the incantation wrong and would be lucky to even form a little bit of smoke from the wicks. She didn’t expect to see any flames much less two.

"You are getting better," Puck beamed. "I’m sure your mother would be pleased if you tell her."

"I think I will." She pointed at the candles and repeated the phrase. Her smile returned when she saw two more flames appeared on the last of the small green candles.

The trickster clapped his hands together and leaped over to Alex. "Okay kiddo it’s your turn."

"What do you want me to do?" The five year old asked.

"I want you to pour the contents of the vial into the bowl while saying the following: ‘vial of liquid that reveals truth and makes those aware let us se what wrong with our friend by his hair.’"

"What is that?" Fox asked of the liquid.

"In a nutshell it’s truth serum."

Alex pulled off the stopper and poured the contents into the bowl "vial of liquid that reveals truth and makes those aware let us se what wrong with our friend by his hair"

"And now for the main ingredient." Puck removed the only five hairs from the brush and dipped them in the small white jar. "These are special ashes that will help bond the hair with the truth serum better." Puck explained as he twirled the hairs around. He raised them and shook the loose ash from the jar and dropped them in the bowl. The hairs swirled around in the fluid as if they were moved by a breeze before what appeared to be the ashes melting off the hairs and spreading through the water but it couldn’t be the ash. The water was not turning a deep gray color but more a dark reddish black.

Fox stared depict Dominique’s green eyes trying to fathom what the other woman was think. She might was well had been searching for Elvis. The immortal’s eyes were blank. She had never seen anything like this behavior and provided no help. "I have no idea what this means, except it isn’t something we want to hear."

Fox nodded as shifted her eyes to Puck’s. The immortal tricksters eyes were not wider than normal but by the twitching eyelids she knew he was afraid of something. "Puck?"

"Just as a I feared." The elf like being plucked the only remaining hair left in the brush. "Jason is possessed."

Fox risked her brows. "Possessed? you mean like a demon is wearing his body like a suit?"

"Not quite my dear princess. there are many levels of possession and by the test it shows that Jason is so far only sharing his body with another. It hasn’t taken over yet."

"Yet?"

"Remember how a few days ago the male weregoyles and I woke up still feeling drained?" Puck asked. "I overheard phonecall between Davey boy and the head of his private boy’s club. Mr. Duval had given your husbanda heads up tip something nasty might be on it’s way. A Cubus." The word exited his mouth in a frightened hiss.

Fox was not sure if she had heard him correctly. "A cubus? Don’t you mean an incubus?"

"He mean’s cubis," Demona said. " Incubi and succubi are exactly what they sound like. they are vampire like demons that feed off of sexual energy."

"I know what they are."

Anger darkened Dominique’s face briefly. "I suggest it would be wise if you let me finish ha I plan on saying before you try to interrupt. Incubi and Succubi rarely posses anyone. Cubi’s are different. They can shift their gender and become either sex. They have to absorb sperm from men and convert it before they impregnate other women."

"May I continue?" Puck asked while extending his lashes and batting them. He took Dominique’s shrug as a yes. "First I think you need to call Christine and tell her to get herself and the baby out of the house."

"Don’t need to tell me twice," Dominique raced out of the room.

"Cubi’s are not as corpral as their brothers and sisters, although they can be contained. They can’t float through objects. They need to bond with a body to make it stronger. They find a human male to join and united with them they are able to breed more of their kind."

"And then what?" Fox asked without knowing if she was going to like the answer. "They move on right?"

"Yes and no. Sometimes they might like the body they are in and bond completely with it’s host and altering the person into a true demon. We have to hope to get to Jason before this happens."

"And what if it has already happened?"

"Then we have to try to exorcise the evil from inside his body before the next dawn, and if we are too late then we will have to kill him." He stared at the ground. "We would only would be able to kill the body though. The demon will still be there."

"Why didn’t they warn us sooner?"

"They warned those who lived in cities in headed towards. Why it came here? I do no not know, unless it was drawn to Jason."

"Why Jason?"

The trickster shrugged. "I’m not sure. Right now we are going to need a few ingredients and some muscle. That will be the clan after they had awaken. We are going to divide the clan into four groups and each group will have a magic user: you, Demona, Alex, and myself. Alex will be in a protective shield."

"What about you? Won’t you be breaking Oberon’s rules?"

"This is stretching the rules. If the demon fully manifests it would be a danger to the city and Alex."

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The nap had worked wonders for Christine. The second the actress had awaken she was no longer ill. She no longer had the urge to run to the bathroom and throw up. She did have the feeling of an overwhelming urgency and once her eyelids were fully opened she understood what that was. Hunter was crying.

She immediately sat up and nearly fell backward onto her bed. She had no idea why she did that. She tried to sit up again, but only more slowly. The blankets slid off her body ad revealed an ample and firm stomache. "What in the world?" She stoked her fingertips over the swelling. How did it grow over a mere hour. She couldn’t think about that not with Hunter crying in the next room. Where was Jason? he was not in bed with her and as she raced across the apartment she could not see him anywhere. She will ask him later. Her son came first.

"It’s okay," Christine cooed as she entered the babe’s room. "Your mother is here." She picked up and immediately felt a damp bottom. "Well no wonder you’re upset. I’d be upset too." She carried him to the change table and removed the soiled diaper.

She had only just sealed the sticky tabs of the diaper when the phone rang. She carefully carried held her son in one arm and held the phone with the other. "Hello? may I ask who’s speaking?"

"This is Dominique. You have to get out of there."

"What?"

"You have to get out the apartment. Is Jason around?"

"I don’t know where he is. I need your help. There is something wrong with me."

"There is something even more wrong with Jason. You have to take your son and get out of there. I don’t know where you should go. Just get out of there."

She squeezed the phone. "Not until you tell me what is wrong." Her eyes widened to their full size as she listened to Dominique’s fanatic voice. She couldn’t believe what she was telling her. People only get possessed by demons in the movies and on television, not in real life. She hadn’t noticed she was crying until a warm drop felt from her face and land on her baby’s smooth round head. She didn’t know what she was crying for more: fear for her and Hunter’s safety, or because what was happening to the man she loved.

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Lorrie counted five knocks on the outside of the door to her apartment before she opened the door. Christine stood on the other side cradling a crying Hunter. "Is something wrong?"

"Can we come in?" The brunette actress glanced over her shoulder while gently stroking her child’s back.

"Sure, but what’s wrong. Is Jason okay?" At the mention of her husbands names Christine started to cry. "What did I say?"

Christine shook her head. "It’s not you. It’s Jason." She walked through the apartment while avoiding her nephew. Colin kept dancing around the actress shouting Aunt Chris over and over.

"What is wrong with Jason?" Lorrie closed the door and slid the ball chain lock into place. "Please have a seat and let me take Hunter."

"I just received a call from Wyvern. They told me he has a demon inside him." She paused to hand Hunter over to her sister-in-law. From within one of the rooms a deep roaring echoed. "I forgot about the time."

"Jon is going to want to know," Lorrie gently rocked the four month old in her arms. She studied her sister in law. The normally glamorous actress was a mess. Her short brown hair wasn’t brushed, her eyes were bloodshot and the area underneath them were puffed up from crying. The most noticeable thing about Christine was her stomach. The actress looked like she was seven months pregnant. "What happened to you?"

Chris cast a fleeting glance to her middle. "I don’t know. The last me I was intimate with Jason was a week ago. This is too soon. I think I may have a demon inside me too."

"Demon?" Jon stepped out from his room. The lime green gargoyle was dressed in only his black pants and shirt. His picked up his giggling son and tousled the toddler’s blond hair. "Lorrie I want ye to take Hunter to Colin’s room and place him in the crib." He set his son down. "Take Colin wi ye."

"Come on sweetie." Lorrie carried her nephew back to Colin’s room while leading her son.

"What do ye mean demon?" Jon had waited until his wife and the chidlren were out of earshot to ask.

"I received a call from the castle and they told me to leave because Jason is possessed by a demon." She studied the weregoyles face half expecting him to snort in disbelief in either the idea of a demon or the fact she would actually listen to anything the people in the castle.

"Did they tell ye what kind of demon?" He tried to make his fierce face look as concerned as possible. His sister in law did not shake nor nod. She wasn’t confused, she had a look of panic in her eyes. "What is it?"

"He’s in the window."

"Window?" Jon turned around and came face to face with his brother. Jason was hovering outside their apartment glaring in through the glass. Jon stood infant of Chris and spread his wings to their full span.

Jason flew straight through the window, sending a spray of glass shards raining onto the floor. "Hello Jonny." His mouth curled up cruelly, exposing a pair of fangs, while his eyes, that were once a light blue had darkened to plum purple, glinted under the kitchen light. Jason seemed taller than usual and his skin clearly looked sunburn. His dark hair was almost as long as his.. as Jon studied his face he noticed Jason’s ears were pointed.

"Jason?" Jon didn’t want to believe the person that exploded into his kitchen was his brother.

"Aye Jonny it’s me." Jason walked past his younger brother. His eyes never leaving his wife’s frightened form. "I just came Fer what is mine."

"Ye are na yourself." Jon grabbed onto Jason arm only to have his brother slip from his talons and shove him back. The weregoyle fell backwards, landing on a chair and reducing it to splinters.

"Jason," Christine’s voice was weak. "You need help."

"If ye only understand what I am doing." He grabbed her. "I’m just trying swept the city clean from human filth, and ye are going to help me." He brought her into his arms and stepped toward the window. "Donnae be afraid of falling. We will soar to our destination and together we shall usher in a new age."

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Christine did not know how long they had been flying. She didn’t know they had landed until he announced they had arrived. She slowly peeled back her eyelids and took in her surroundings. They were in a church, or what will be a church. The cathedral was only halfway completed. She saw a large sign advertising the construction company through a gap that will someday hold a window.

"You’re still inside," Christine said softly. "That’s why we are here. You want to get help."

"I want to get help?" Jason chuckled. It wasn’t a friendly laugh. "This is where I have it set up. I was here while ye were napping."

"Have it set up?" She turned her head to see where they were going. He was taking her to the chapel. The furthest wall in the back was missing and half the room had no roof. In front of them was a alter crafted out of concrete slabs. Carved notches had semi notches of rope pieces of rope laced through and tied up. She felt himself kneel down and place her on the cool hard surface. "What are you doing?"

"Completing our family." he grabbed one of the rope that was tied through the notches. "We are bringing in a new life and our child will need a mother. We are both going to change to usher in this brave new world." He wrapped the ends of the rope around her wrists and ankles and tugged at the binding to make sure she was held down tightly

"But-"

His hand clamped down over her mouth. "But nothing. This is how it will be and ye are not going to change that." His voice echoed. She winced at the sight of the fangs in his mouth and his iris’s shifting from purple to a reddish purple while the whites darkened to gray.

"She may not, but I will." Both Jason and Christine stared up at the sound of Jon’s voice. The gargoyles wings shifted as he entered the half finished structure. "Ye are not yerself Jason. There is something inside you, something evil."

Jason aimed his hand out at Jon" We are not evil." A blood red light shot out and struck the weregoyle in the chest, shooting him through the roof. "We are what is good Fer this world." Jason clenched his hands. He felt an energy deep inside him, pushing at his skin from within. He grew taller, nearly doubling in height. His clothes stretched against his body until the threads gave way and tore. The tatters fell from him, exposing dark orangish red skin. His hair grew longer, flowing past his shoulders while the hairline continued down the back of his neck creating a mane. The hair on his legs grew longer and thicker until he was covered from waist down with a pelt. Hiss toes shifted into two while hardening into goat like hooves. From his back side sprouted a long black tail ending in a sharp arrow point. Two black spiral horns grew from the top of his head while three black hard horn likes growths sprouted on his chin.

"It feels good to be free from those clothes," Jason voice sounded like it was accompanied with another. The former human approached his wife and ran his hands over her chest and stomach. "It is yer turn." He sank his long nails that had turned black from the transformation into her shirt and tore it off. His claws had cut away to the bra. After he ripped off her pants he reached up to wipe away the tatters.

"Jason, I know you are still in there," Christine fought hard to keep from crying. "Don’t let this thing take over your life."

"We did not allow anyone to take over our life," Jason took her breasts into his hands. "We are in control of our destine." He carved a short line on her breast from the nipple out. He added three more scarlet marks, creating an X

She cringed from the pain. "Stop. It hurts, and I’m cold!"

"We shall kep you warm and we understand if it hurts our pet, but this must be done." He cut another X on the other breast before he took his claws to her stomach.

She closed her eyes expecting him to cut something that would look like a symbol used by teenagers in horror movies when they tried to play with dark forces. She did not feel anything that resembled a pentacle. It felt more like a diamond with a circle in the center. The cold feeling had left her body. She cringed when he cut a smaller version of the symbol into her forehead. "Think about your family." She begged.

"We are thinking about our family." He grinned while his long tongue ending in a snake like fork slid out and brushed against her cheek. He slowly stepped back while keeping his tongue on her skin.

Christine kept her eyes closed. Jason’s new tongue felt sensual and she didn’t want to let her body enjoy it fluttering over her bare skin. She pulled on her bindings, ignoring the fibers rubbing into her skin. She felt a bit of relief when he stopped just short of touching her most intimate area. "Now will you listen?"

She did not see her husband staring into her face when she opened her eyes. Instead she saw Jason growling at Jon. The younger Canmore brother was holding up the hammer, still crackling from the blow it delivered to the demon. "Jon?"

"Stop interfering wi our destiny," Jason thundered.

"This isnae yer destiny," Jon said. "Ye are not meant to be this thing. Ye are a hero."

"We cannae be a hero if ye donae leave us alone." Jason sent another blast into Jon, sending the smaller brother up and through the gap in the back of the church.

Jon tumbled backwards through the air and braced himself for the landing. The impact came to early and instead of cold cement he felt warm and well toned flesh. He turned his head and stared straight into Goliath’s eyes. "Ye got to help me wi my brother. The demon inside him took over."

The larger gargoyle stared into the ye of the hunter. The years of hatred had been boiling inside him had been washed away, replaced by fear. "That is why we are here."

"We?" Jon peeked through the small space between Goliath’s head and wing. The red beaked gargoyle had joined the clan leader along with grayish blue female, with a quiver of arrows and a bow, that he was not familiar with and the mahogany hued bald gargoyle. The other weregoyle was caring Xanatos’s wife in his arms. "Ye think we are enough?"

"The others are on their way," Brooklyn explained. "We divided into groups to seek Jason out."

"We cannae waste anymore item talking," Jon tried to wriggle out of Goliath’s clutches. "We have to save them." His body descended toward the church.

Goliath turned to Jerry. "Get Fox to the ground safely." He pulled his grand wings back and glided down after Jon.

The woman on the concrete slab witnessed the small gathering in the sky, but did not betray the arrange of emotions swirling in her body. She could not let Jason know what she was staring at her. She reigned in her shock and returned to her sorrow filled state, sobbing so hard her whole body shook.

"Ye shouldna be cryin me dear," The stroked a finger under her chin. "But we guess this may be like when a child goes to a doctor or a dentist fer the first time." His mouth turned up into a smug grin. "That will be another thing we donae have ta worry. Our child will ne’er become ill."

"Which child?" Chris snapped. "This beast inside me or our son?"

Jason blinked at the mention of their son. His scherla lightened to an off-white while his iris’s resumed their natraul blue color. "Hun--guf!" Something crashed into him causing him to grunt. He turned around as Jon lowered his fist. "Ye are verra annoying Jonny." He swatted his brother to the side. He watched Jon stuck the floor and rolled over. His eyes blazed white as he rose back to his feet. "Donae make us have to kill ye."

"We won’t let you." Jason turned around in time to see a lavender fist rushing towards him. Another grunt excepted his lips when the impact of knuckles stuck his forehead.

"Donae interfere," Jason struck Goliath with a power blast. Almost instantly he felt a long appendage wrap around his ankle and pull. It caused his hooves to skid across the ground, but it was not enough for him to fall over. Growling he turned around and shot the beaked gargoyle who tried to topple him while he felt a bee sting on his shoulder. He reached up and extracted an arrow from his shoulder.

"Jason," Desdemona took an arrow and docked it against the string. "We care about you. Please don’t let this cubus take over."

"We did not take over us," Jason sent another blast towards her. "We bond with us." He thrust his elbow backwards, feeling it contact with bare chest. The human turned demon turned around. Goliath had his hands over his chest, gasping for breath. "Ye see Goliath? We have become much stronger than ye." His gloat shifted to surprise when something jumped onto his back.

"This thing is not your friend," Jerry held on fast to Jason back. He could feel his talons sink into bare skin. "I hate having to do this."

Jon remained in his crouch despite wanting to join in the clan in their fight. Things were at a stalemate, he could help Goliath or he could free Christine from her bindings. He rose to his feet only to be distracted by a vision of red hair. It could not have been Lorrie. The hair was to bright and was more of a strawberry blond than red. He remembered Fox had accompanied Goliath.

She was kneeling on the incomplete floorboards near the back. In front of her was a large goblet which she was poring strange liquids into. On closer inspection it was a communion cup. Next to her on the ground was a tiny glowing sphere of white light She looked up at Jon as he approached her. "I need your tears."

"My tears?" Jon blinked at the request. "What are ye doing? Ye shouldna be near here."

"I’m creating the medicine your brother will need to rid him of the cubus."

"I’ll try cryin while I untie Chris."

"Here," She placed the goblet into his talons. "Keep it with you. Try to get your tears in there."

He did not ask what the pale golden liquid inside the cup was. He just took it raced over to the alter, careful not to spill a single drop.

"Jon you have to listen," Chris said while her brother in law set the cup down and took the rope bindings into his talons. "Jason isn’t gone yet. His changed eyes back to normal when I mentioned Hunter."

"I know he isnae gone." He tore through the last rope and stepped back. "Jason!"

The demon had long removed Jerry from his back and threw him against the female gargoyle. His strong fingers were wrapped around Goliath’s neck as he held the large gargoyle before him. Desdemona had glided back for a counter attack. Jason blasted her while whipping his tail against Brooklyn, sending the beaked gargoyle flying back. At the sound of his brother shouting his name he growled in annoyance and dropped Goliath. "Jon."

"Jason I just want ta talk wi ye" Jon held up his hands. "I want ye know that ye will always be my big brother, my hero and I love ye."

"Are ye stalling fer something?"

"Nae," Jon felt the moisture develop in his eyes. "I just want ta tell ye the truth. If ye want to blast again fine, but I want ye ta know ye are blasting yer baby brother who loves ye verra much." Jon quickly retrieved the cup he set down. "Even if ye are a demon. In a way I’m a demon too, and ye still love me and Robyn loves us and will continue ta love us." He felt the warm droplets traveled down his cheek and fall into the cup under his chin.

"Robyn?" Jason blinked. The echo had departed from his voice. A movement distracted his focus to behind Jon. Christine was racing up to Fox Xanatos with the goblet Jon was holding. "Ye freed her?" The echo had returned. "How dare ye!"

"I freed her because I love her like a sister!" Jon shouted. "Like how much ye love Lorrie as a sister." He studied Jason’s face hoping to find some change, a hope his words were getting through to his brother. "She’s with our sons. Hunter is fine."

"Hunter," not only did the echo leave Jason’s voice. His eyes had reverted back to blue on white. "My son."

"He loves ye Jason. He may be small but he recognizes ye, although I doubt he would recognize how ye look now."

"How I look now." Jason stared at his hands. "I donae look human. I’m not human."

"Is this what ye want?" Out of the corner eye he could make out Fox slowly approach his brother while touching the tiny light to the cup. The light seemed to have absorbed into the cup, giving it a soft glow. "Do ye want be like this? Do ye want yer son to be afraid of ye? Do ye want to hurt the ones ye love?"

"Nae," Jason slowly kneeled . "I just wanted to be my old self, no more stress. That was the deal." He shook his head. "That was the deal we promised and we accepted. We are now one." He grabbed his face. "That is not what I want!"

"Drink this," Fox held out the cup." Jason blinked a few times before he reached for it with shaky hands.

"Let me help," Christine stepped forward and took the cup from Fox while grabbing onto Jason’s hand. "Drink this for me and Hunter." She placed the stem into his hand and helped guide it to his mouth.

Jason sipped the drink slowly at first. The last drop of the liquid washed down his throat in a loud gulp.

His eyelids flew open. "It feels good." A smile appeared on his face before he toppled forward and grabbed his throat. "It burns" Jason’s lips were moving but the voice coming out from his was not his own. "It cannae burn, its beautiful." Jason’s normal voice returned.

"They are no longer bonded?" Desdemona asked.

Jason’s mouth curled into a snarl. "You filthy beasts. You need to stop protecting and stop interfering." He slapped himself. "He’s not connected with me anymore. It felt wonderful, so verra wonderful. Shut up! They want to seperate us."

"What was in that cup besides me tears?" Jon asked.

"Milk, honey, holy water and ground up feather from a dove." Fox said.

"Ye hear that Jason? It had holy water in it, and my tears."

"Poison." Jason grabbed his face. "It couldnae be poison if ye were a faerie folk like ye said. Ye lied from the start. Ye are nae my friend."

"Do you want it inside you any longer?" Goliath asked.

Jason shook his head. "I want ta be human. I want this demon out!" His body shook violently before he fell forward. Dark fluid fell out of his mouth. Jason heaved, expelling the fluid while more leaked out of his nose, ears and eyes. He coughed while his body vibrated again. Dark mist poured out his pours, covering his body in a black oily like substance. The fluid rose from his body in dark pillar, forming a being similar in shape to the demon he had become.

"Foolish creatures," the inky creature’s color lightened to a dark red with a chestnut colored furry goat waist and legs. "Enjoy your victory. You will soon learn your mistake for staying with the wrong dragon."

"Wrong dragon?" Desdemona repeated.

"Too late." It’s low voice cackled. "Time to fly." It flew forward at a high speed heading straight for Christine.

"Christine!" Jon raced on all fours to his sister in law, but it was too late. the beast struck the brunette actress knocking her to the ground and continuing to move.

"Christine?" From where he was on the floor Jason raised his head. He had shrank back to his original height. His skin had returned to it’s normal hue, hooves, tail and horns where gone.

Fox keeled down next to him. "Don’t move." She gently pushed his head back down. "The good news is that you are human again and the cubus is out of your body. The bad news is the cubus is on the loose and you need to go to the hospital."

"What about my wife?"

"I’m fine," Chris kneeled down on Jason’s other side. "I’m just suffering from a state of being naked and freezing."

"We need to find away to get them covered,"Goliath said as Fox laid her large over coat over Christine’s trembling form.

"Here are her clothes," Jon placed the same clothes Jason pulled of on the ground next to Chris along with a few Quarrymen pins. "Ignore there symbol. They are needed to keep her shirt pinned together." He pulled off his own clothes, leaving only the blue boxers on, and carefully slipped them on his brother. He had to slip his hand under Jason’s bottom to lift him up to put on his pants.

Brooklyn noticed something different about Chris. He pointed at her no longer large abdomen "You are not pregnant."

She took pinned her shirt together. "I know. I don’t know what this means, but I’m glad its out." She took Jason’s hand into her own.

"I’m sorry," Jason cringed. "I’m sorry everyone. I didnae mean fer this ta happen. I shouldnae ever had let that thing inside me."

Goliath approached the injured man. "Do not be too hard yourself. You thought he was one of Oberon’s children. You were lied to. Fox can you move over a bit?" He reached for the injured man.

"Let me take him," Jon said. "He’s my brother."

"Yer tears saved me Jonny," Jason smiled.

Jon took Jason into his arms. "I want ye to rest." He turn to Fox. "Thank ye, but I want to know what was that light."

"A spell bubble," Fox explained. "It’s able to carry the spoken words of a spell whenever the original spell caster is not around. I’m not comfortable with my own power yet and the other three magic users are with the other search groups."

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He was awake before his eyes. He didn’t want to open them, not until he knew he was alone. Jason didn’t feel any evil, nor did he hear any voices. He did feel a stiff pillow under his head that made annoying crackling sounds when he moved his head and a thick blanket on top of him. The only thing he couldn’t feel was the blanket on his legs, he couldn’t feel his legs. The room he was in smelled clean, too clean.

"Where am I?" Jason opened his eyes. He sat up and looked around. He was in a hospital. He noticed the mint cream colored curtains that matched with the blanket covering him. A Small table was on one side of his bed and another was near the window next to chair Jon was occupying.

Jason blinked at the sight of his little brother curled in the chair, fast asleep. He was dressed in only the black clothes he wore at night. "Jonny?"

Jon stirred and slowly opened his eyes. "Jason?"

"Aye. Where is Christine and Hunter?"

"Hunter is still wi Lorrie," Jon yawned. "Chris is in her room. The doctors wanted to keep you both over night. She was dehydrated and you were both close to catching hypothermia."

"How is she?"

"Fine. I called everyone to let them know you are both doing fine."

Jason slid back so he could sit up, yet still have a pillow under his shoulders. "What happened after ye brought us here?"

"I had to stay outside until dawn, and then retrieve my clothes I lent ye."

"Ye stayed all night? Oh, Jonny, I’m so sorry."

"Ye don’t have ta apologize. It was a demon and it lied to ye. It used ye, and it hurt ye."

"It caused me to hurt those I cared about." He stared at his legs. "Why can’t I feel me legs?"

"Whatever it was it damaged yer clip when it altered yer body. They said a new one is being built right now."

Jason nodded. "I deserved it. I was greedy. I wanted to bond with it because I was afraid of growing old and I was under a lot of stress."

"Jason, ye are never too old."

"I donae deserve do be a father, or have a wife like Christine," he turned to face his brother. "I donae even deserve a brother like ye. Ye are not a monster Jon, ye are a hero, and if ye let go of yer hatred ye could become a greater hero. Jon I’m proud of what ye have done last night."

"Donae be hard on yerself," Jon approached his brother. "I want ye ta rest. I’m going to check on Chris."

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The Watcher was sure it was dawn, he could feel it in his bones. There won’t be any beast cats chasing him when he goes to search for food. He had several mouths to feed now that the pod children had hatched from their cocoons, nearly grown and it seemed they were always hungry. He took them out a few groups at a time to learn to hunt for food. A few like him, a couple of flyers and canines and three or for crawlers.

He rubbed his eyes and crawled by their beds, careful as to not wake them up. He crawled past the large pod. The injured creature he saved inside was still healing, still resting. The Watcher nearly did a double take. The creature inside appeared to have been a little bit bigger.

"This cave is small, but it will serve us well." The voice did not sound like it belonged to a green skin or a white skin.

The Watcher crawled out of the chamber it used for sleeping and nearly crawled into a tall dark creature that had a smooth stomach and chest but furry legs. It had horns on the top of its head and spikes under its chin. The Watcher grunted at it.

"You are the keeper of the cave?" The darker creature waited for the smaller being to nod. "You know this cave is of great importance? A great leader shall awaken and lead us to victory."

Us? Did the strange being mean itself and him. The watcher noticed the beast had something in it’s arms. A smaller infant sized version of himself.