by: Spacebabie

Email: LadyAndromeda@smstars.zzn.com

Dominique Destine exited the bedroom of Xanatos’s retreat wearing a simple shirt and pair of jeans. Her damp hair was kept wrapped up in a large towel. She felt relaxed and comfortable in this common ensemble which was different from her power suits that she wore to work. True they make her look powerful and wealthy an image that strikes fear and commands respect from her lower human employees but they can also be binding.

Her feet were free from the pinching heels. She feels comfortable having her feet free. Even when she was in her weaker form she would rather feel the hard polished floors of the kitchen or the soft thick carpet of the living room than have them confined in so call protective footwear.

She entered the kitchen and noticed her mate reaching into the cabinets and pulling down plates. He also looked different. He usually wore a powerful suit under a trenchcoat, an ensemble from his FBI days. He looked so relaxed in his T-shirt and shorts, not to mention younger.

Her mate and now her husband. She was reminded when she looked at her hand. The diamond sparkled back at her. At night they wear their rings around their necks.

"How was your shower?" He asked when he noticed her.

"Refreshing but it would have been better if you were with me," She responded before she massaged her scalp with the towel.

"If I was with you then could I have prepared lunch?" He brought the plate of sandwiches to the table along with a picture of lemonade. "Now for some atmosphere." He opened a few of the windows letting in a crisp pine scented breeze.

Dominique sat down. The woods reminded her of home in Scotland. She remembered playing games and learning hunting skills in the woods near the castle. She remembered something else as well. An evening she shared with her former mate amongst the trees and animals. She glanced at her new mate. Would he?

"Matt would you care to engage in an activity tonight?"

"What kind of activity."

"A thousand years ago when I lived in Scotland we would occasionally have a primal night in the woods. We would not say a single word instead make simple grunts. On Primal Night we would wear nothing and race around on the ground and glided above the trees. We hunted for food without weapons."

"You want to do that with me?" The food in his mouth felt dry and he reached for his glass.

"We can’t do it in the city. Now is our chance."

"Are," He nearly choked and removed the glass from his mouth. "Are you sure I can handle it?" He asked when he finished coughing.

"You’re a true gargoyle at night there is no doubt about it. Don’t forget our senses of sight, hearing, and smell are heightened. We will use them to find each other and our prey."

"Technically we will behave like animals." He was silent for a while. She hung her head and concentrated on her lunch. "I guess I can handle it, but were eating the food raw?"

"It will be in our systems when dawn arrives," Her brow furrowed. "While our gargoyle forms can handle it our human ones can’t. I’ll make a crude fire."

"This might actually be fun."

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The cool of the approaching evening wrapped around Dominique as she removed her undergarments. Cotton panties decorated with pink flowers and trimmed in lace and a slightly expensive pink satin bra. The extra cost was due to her request for no underwire. A little pricey but it was worth it for the comfort.

She left the building and felt the soft grass in between her toes. A breeze blew in causing her shiver and her skin exploded in tiny bumps. When the sun sets it will be better, her thicker skin can stand up the elements and her body hair will be gone. She bent down in crouch.

Matt bent down next to her. He was also feeling the nip of the evening air. He peered at his beloved. She almost gripped the ground waiting for the change. He craned his neck to see her breasts that were concealed by her arms and knees. He could make out her round and hard nipples poking sharply from the cool air. She turned her head to look at him and straitened a bit, making sure he got a good gander at her breasts.

"Remember," She said. "Until dawn no talking, try not to stand up on your hind legs. For tonight we are beasts."

"No talking," He nodded his head. "Then I better say this now. I love you."

"I love you too." The words came out a second before the first parts of the change. Then the more painful aspects. Their bones snapped and reshaped in their back a millisecond before wings ripped out through the skin. Their hands and feet wrenched and curled forming into fierce and powerful talons. They both let out roars as the change ended.

Demona stared out into the night and the woods. They were calling her, beckoning her to be part of them, part of the night. She glanced at her mate. He was still on his haunches with an expression that asks what should he do next. She rustled her wings to summon his attention and curled the end of her tail in a come hither fashion before racing off. The bare forest ground felt great under her talons as she bounded along an disappeared into the woods.

Matt still wasn’t sure what to do. He was waiting for instinct to give him a clue, but he felt nothing. Now he was alone. He crawled along the ground slowly until he came upon the nearest tree that looked large and sturdy. He sank the claws in his right hand into the bark first then his left and pulled himself up. He dug his right foot in at the bottom of the trunk and began climbing, not stopping until he found a thick and strong branch to perch on. His large ears took in the sounds of various insects buzzing, frogs croaking, a few birds getting ready to sleep as well as owls waking up, but he could not hear the sound of a female gargoyle racing along the forest floor. He spread his wings and waited for the updraft.

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Demona stopped running when she felt the first pain of hunger race through her stomach. She turned her head scanning for a source of food. She found a type of plant that had edible roots. She had eaten them before when she had scavenge. She crawled over to the plant and sank her talons into the soil plowing up the roots. Not to far from her was a bush with edible berries. She folded her wings under her arms to make an apron for the fruit. Once she was sure she and her mate would have their fill she placed the berries on the ground next to the roots. She hoped he would have honed into his hunting skills by now and would be providing the meat.

The meat. They couldn’t eat it raw less they want to spend the next day praying to the porcelain goddess. She looked around and found the right kind of rocks for fire. Now she just needed the wood.

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Matt landed in another tree, the branch swaying under his weight. He still couldn’t find her. Not by sight or sound. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes he sniffed the air. He tried to find something that will lead him to her: perfume, her brand of shampoo, the sweet musk that was hers and hers alone. Nothing. Nothing, except something unique.

He opened his eyes and searched the ground for where the smell came from. A large and fat rabbit was crawling along the ground. A small rumble escaped from his stomach when he got a good look at it. He slowly and quietly made his way to the ground keeping his nostrils open for his prey.

The rabbit shuffled slowly. It was dark and it knew predators that liked the taste of rabbit meat were waking up. It began to walk faster, making its way home. It did not see, hear, or smell the golden creature that pounced on it, impaling its sharp talons through its neck instantly killing it.

Matt lowered his head and picked up his kill with his mouth, fangs sinking into the rabbit’s flesh and filling his mouth with blood. He ran fourth on all fours trying to sniff out his mate and ignoring the taste of the dead meat in his mouth, not because he didn’t like it, but because he did.

He was making good time when his bladder felt full. Demona didn’t discuss that part at all, but he knew he had to go. With the animal still in his mouth he approached a tree and lifted his leg against it, spraying the bark with his golden shower letting the forest know that he was marking his territory. Once relieved he resumed her search for his azure goddess when a familiar scent hit his nostrils, not of his mate, but that of smoke. He took off in that direction.

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Demona ignored the billowing smoke as she blew on the small and pathetic flame getting it to grow. When her lungs needed a break she would rub wood, and rocks together adding more sparks to the would be fire. At last success the flames grew and nearly burned her.

Hissing in disgust she leaped back, her nostrils flaring. She impaled a root on a stick and pulled down before adding another root. Her shishkabob done, she was ready to cook when she heard a sound and bent down to a crouch.

The touch of Old Spice mixed with Matt’s musk and the odor of a dead animal told her that her mate had found her, and he brought food.

He bounded up to her and rested his kill before her. A nice plump rabbit. He sat back on his haunches licking the blood from his mouth and twitching his tail. She licked her lips before grunting and nodding at him. He tore of the fur and speared their meat before resting it over the flames. She joined him with her roots. The smoke carried the scent of the cooking food into their nostrils and their mouths watered. Finally the food was cooked and they unskewred the rabbit and roots.

They ate the rabbit first. Side by side their ears brushed against each other and they sank their fangs into the flesh, tearing off large chunks.

Matt felt ravenous and he never had rabbit before, still he tried to make sure Demona would eat more than half. His teeth brushed against the bones of the rib cage and he shifted his face to focus more of the meat off the left foreleg. It was delicious and even though it tasted a little like it he can’t really say it tastes just like chicken. Despite its savory flavor he wondered what it would have tasted like raw. Damn his weak human stomach.

She ripped open the ribcage and began to chew on one of its lungs. A unique and luscious taste. She nearly choked at the speed she consumed the organ meat. Before she knew it she had come to the bronchiole and started to eat that. Eyes still closed her mouth smacked against the mouth of her mate. He was eating the other lung and they came together. She let go to allow him to finish the windpipe. Using his nose he rolled the heart towards her. Her eyes cast an affectionate look at him. No words yet he told her that she will always have his heart.

She watched him consume the other foreleg with earnest. He has adapted so well to his primal instincts. She held the heart with her left hand and sank her teeth into it.

Once the rabbit was eaten they chowed on the roots and berries. The roots were better smoked than the last time she ate them. From a pot. The berries added a sweet and tart zing to them. When their honeymoon was over she was going to prepare the same meal for the clan. Grilled rabbit with smoked roots and berries. She was sure they sold the root in grocery stores. Stores! She was eating what would cost a lot of money that is found in nature for free. Silly humans if they only tried to live off the land for once in their complex lives.

Their meal was finished and his belly was full. He raised his head to look at his mate. Despite her face being covered in grease and berry stains she was lovely. He was sure his face was just as messy as her. He was about to wipe the back of his mouth with his hand when he felt her talons at the back of his head pushing him closer to her. He felt her tongue as she licked his face clean. He repaid the favor until her lovely features were shining from his saliva.

She crawled to where the fire was burned out and begun to bury it. Kicking clumps of dirt with all of her talons. He did the same with the remains of his kill, but first he dug a small hole and dropped the carcass in it with his mouth before he shoved earth onto it.

When he had finished he noticed Demona was climbing a tree. He climbed the tree next to hers.

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The wind felt cool and comforting under her wings as it lifted her into the air. She grinned at her mate exposing her fangs. He smiled back before crying out his gargoyle battle cry. He was enjoying this as much as she was, maybe even more, but she still had some more surprises in store for him.

Matt wanted to hold her hand as they glided but that wouldn’t have been appropriate for this evening. He closed his eyes focusing on the whooshing sound of the wind under her leathery wings as well as her heavenly aroma. He dived down when he heard her shift his wings.

Demona landed on the ground a few feet shy from the brink of the pond. Despite the juice form the berries her mouth felt parched. She crawled to the edge and lowered her head. The water was nearly ice cold as she lapped it up cooling her throat and satisfying her thirst. As she lifted her head she heard more lapping and noticed Matt was drinking from the pond the same way she did. She crawled off to relieve herself.

Matt wondered how long ago it was since they had eaten. Ten minutes perhaps? His body was different from a mere human’s. He could go into the water. He crawled out until the water was splashing against his wings before he turned over and spread out his wings. Using his legs and his tail he propelled himself out onto the water. Having wings made it easier to float and he can concentrate on the sky. He could not see the stars so clearly back in the city. The view was breath taking.

The immortal returned from her private matters and watched as her mate float in the middle of the pond. She waded out into the water on all fours until she was immersed to her shoulders. She sat on her haunches and began to splash herself. The water cleaned her talons that were soiled from her digging through the ground. She held her breath before dunking her whole head under the water and popping back up.

She crawled out of the water and sat on the bank, her wings shaking off the excess moisture. she looked at her soaking wet hands and brought the fingers to her mouth. She licked the cold drops off her talons and hands. Her mouth had worked its way to her arms when she felt the presence of Matt next to her.

Matt was shaking his wings dry when she approached him and began to lick the drops off his shoulders and neck. He grabbed her arm and licked the parts that were cold and worked his way to her shoulder. He felt her tongue against his chest and he rearranged his position so that he could be licking her breasts as well. They went down each other’s bodies. His eyes closed as his tongue brushed against her smooth plump sex. He wanted to shove his tongue into the slits but he can not. They were cleaning each other. He just hoped he had the same control she had by not cumming.

Demona left her eyes open when she cleaned his jutting sex. Restraining herself from plunging it into her throat made the muscles in her thighs ache, but they were animals and must behave as such. No pleasure sex. Not in the way humans and civilized gargoyles enjoyed it. Her mouth licked the last drops from his jewels as she pushed her head towards his backside cleaning his rock hard ass and his tail. The last parts to clean were his legs. She felt his tongue brush against her thighs a mere second before she began to clean his.

Cleaning was done and Matt curled up on his side and stared at Demona. Her wet hair plastered against her shoulders, a few locks were against her breasts. Her whole body shimmered from her saliva making her whole body appear to be made out of pearl. He waited for her to make the next move, his tail wagging gently.

She sat up and crouched on all fours. She wanted to run and wanted her love to be by her side. She grunted, making sure she had his attention before launching herself back into the forest. The wind whipped by as she was propelled by her arms and legs. She halted for a quick catch of breath and her mate halted by her side. She approached him and tapped his butt with her tail before racing off again. She changed direction and leaped through a cluster of trees. She did not see her mate nearly leap onto her. She nearly slid as she tried to halt and race in reverse but his tail tapped her breast and he bounded off in the opposite direction.

He had never played tag like this. Of course it was about seventeen years since he last played tag and that was during the day time and with humans. He remembered back when he was a young boy and played with his friends. More memories flooded back. One was off him tying one of Lisa’s Barbies to his train tracks and having an action figure rescue her at the last minute. He remembered reading Alice’s diary and staring at the candy display in Mr. Jaffe’s store. He wondered what they would say if they saw him now.

"Now my boy thinks he’s Tarzan," That is what his mother would say.

Before he could dwell on the thought any longer Demona leaped from the side and pounced on him. He wrestled her back and nearly triumphed but she was the one who ended on top. He wiggled out from under her and used his tail to upset her. He immediately tackled her and grasped her wrists. She dug her foot in the ground and pushed up. Using her other leg and tail she managed to maneuver herself away from him before pouncing back on top and pinning him down.

He held up his arms in defeat and she crawled off. Matt ran off again followed by his mate. He paused at a small clearing and waited for her to appear. Sitting on his haunches he rolled his head back and let out a roar. Her cougar like roar joined his before they cried their battle cries. She leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder. This was their night.

They ran together side by side until she made a series of grunts trying to get his attention. She leaped onto the nearest tree and leaped into the branches. He followed behind her and leaped into another tree. This one was even taller. He leaped from branch to branch until he was near the top. Spreading his wings he returned to the sky.

Demona joined him and maneuvered her body till she was by his side. He loved gliding. Matt didn’t mind doing what he calls double duty because it involves gliding. She felt sorry for him spending the first thirty years of his life grounded. In a way she felt she had freed him.

Matt shifted his wings so that the wind would carry him higher. It felt wonderful to be gliding in the buff. He looked at Demona. Her long flame of hair was now dry and billowed behind her head. Her eyes looked even more beautiful with out her tiara. He wanted to lick her browridge. He returned his gaze to where he was going and halted, spreading his wings even wider so that he could hover. She hovered next to him and saw what he saw. At the edge of the woods was a wilderness resort, full of cabins. A low growl exited his throat.

Her eyes blazed red when she saw what was in their forest. Humans! pathetic weak humans in their woods. She wanted to dive right down there and attack the first ones that would have cross her path.

"Gurk," Matt grunted and began to glide back in the opposite direction hoping that she would follow. He was angry that a resort would put a kink in their plans but he didn’t want to hurt them. Despite the feeling that he was pure gargoyle he knew that he was still human at heart. He couldn’t harm his fellow man for wanting to spend time in the woods.

The sound of her growling let him know that she was following. Now that he thought about it he was glad they had a stopping place. He wanted to make sure they could find their way back to Xanadu before dawn.

She still looked pissed about the humans and he knew he had to make her think of something else.

He glided lower below her and shifted more to the left. Adjusting his wings he glided right underneath her and began to go higher. He tilted into a complete 360 degree loop around her causing his beloved to smile. He began to glide even higher. Climbing the sky until Demona looked like a blue bird underneath him. He shifted his wings and dived down gaining speed, pulling up just before he would hit the tree tops.

Demona glided ahead of him and landed gently on the ground. Matt landed next to he. She skipped ahead a few feet then paused and raised her rear and spread her thighs exposing her hairless sex. She began to wonder if he would screw her when she felt his large hands around her waist and his male hardness press into her. Her claws sank deeper into the ground as his slow rocking motion made her nether region heat up. She was climbing closer to her peak of organism. Just a little further and then. Her eyes lit up as she bit her tongue to keep from shouting his name. Instead she let out a roar.

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The water in the pond was still as cool as before Demona noted as she waded through the reeds looking for more edible plants. They were hungry again. She looked up at the position of the moon and noted it was about one in the morning. She looked out over the pond. Matt was gliding just a few feet over it’s surface. As she ripped out another plant he dove into the water and glided back up with a fish in his mouth. He landed on the bank and deposited the fresh kill on top of the other fish.

While Demona prepared another fire he wrapped the fish up in the plants and skewered them on more sticks. He carried the fish-ka-bobs over to were the fire was. Or well where it would be. He didn’t know if it was the moisture that evaporated from the pond that affected the wood, but the fire would not come forth. He crouched next to her and began blowing beside her while she rubbed the sticks and rocks.

After a few minutes the fire came to life. Matt was still blowing on the flames trying to make them grow until the heat touched his hand.

With a roar he leaped back blowing on his slightly burned fingers. Her eyes filled with concern crawled towards him and placed his fingers in he mouth. She gently sucked on his golden talons trying to soothe his pain.

They cooked and ate their meal, the only sounds came for the croaking of frogs and the occasional splash by a jumping fish.

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The talons on her hands sank into the tree limb of which she was perched. Her large toes curled over the edge. Her ears were alert and nostrils were flaring. The faint hint of his cologne wafted into her nose a second before she heard a rustling. Wings pressed against her back and belly nearly brushing against the bark she crawled along the branch. She came across an intersecting branch from the tree next to it and used it to make her way to the next tree.

He wasn’t going to find her. That is what she thought as smirked and crawled through the branches trying not to make a sound. She was about to go into another tree when something large and golden blocked her path. A sound that was like a mix of a swallow and cough escaped from her throat as her eyes widened in surprised.

Her mate brushed his body close to hers as strange purring like sound emitted from him. She rubbed her cheek against his and licked his mouth. He returned the lick, but didn’t stop there his tongue wiped the side of her face and over her browridge.

Her tongue found his ear as she began to suck his lobes and nibble lightly on the point of his ear. Her wings wrapped around him and pressed his body close to hers. She wanted him inside her again. Her legs spread as her fingers found his wings blades and she begun to rub them sensually. His legs wrapped around her waist and she felt the tip of his shaft begin to push against her folds.

A small and not to distant crunching sound brought their moves to a halt. The crunching sound continued as it grew louder. Matt crawled out of her embrace and down the trunk of the tree. She watched as his body made its way into a clump of bushes. She crouched in the tree and waited. Her eyes went red when she saw what disrupted them. A human. The same despicable creature that made them glide back to Xanatos’s resort. The human was the typical male that would be in the woods at this time of night. Dressed in a flannel jacket, denim jeans, dirty baseball cap and sneakers. She wasn’t expecting him to be carrying an ax. An ax? Yes an ax. Why the hell was he trying to chop wood at this time of night she didn’t know or care. What she did know was that this human and ruined their moment. Snarling she leapt out of the tree.

Matt felt himself growling again when he saw the man approach the tree his mate was in. Why was he growling? He had to keep control, sure they were about to be intimate but he just couldn’t attack the fellow, but what was this guy doing out in the middle of nowhere, miles from the resort with an ax dripping with-couldn’t be blood could it? He inhaled deeply through his nose. The iron tang in the substance told him it was blood. Could it have been human blood?

Before he could ponder the thought any longer Demona tackled the man. Her hand raked across the left side of his face. Her sharp talons sank into his flesh and tore down slicing through his eyeball.

"Goddamnsonofabitchmotherfuckingyoumonsterrippedoutmyfuckingeye!" The man sputtered in pain as he tried to kick off the beast that attacked him. Blood gushed down his face as he reached for his ax and was about to defend himself.

A more powerful roar was heard a mere second before another monster tackled him. Matt’s hands sank into his back while his tail tightened around his wrist. With a jerk of his tail he snapped the bones, causing him to drop the weapon. The talons in his feet cut deep into the man’s abdomen slicing through his belly.

Demona wasn’t going to let her mate have all the fun. She reach deep into the bleeding incision and pulled out the intestines, ripping them in half.

The glow in Matt’s eyes dimmed when he noticed the man was dead. His breathing became labored when he looked at his blood soaked claws. Demona’s hissing brought his attention back to her. She climbed a tree and took off into the sky. Not knowing what else to do he followed.

He was still shaking as he glided back towards their honeymoon home. Demona glided next to him and placed her arms around him. Her fingers located the area between his rings and began to rub.

Bluestone couldn’t holdback. Despite what was done he wanted her. He grabbed her with his legs and thrusted his sword into her dampening hole. His wings were arched as he clutched her warm body. Having sex while gliding. Why hadn’t they done this before? He kept his eyes open as they were approaching their temporary home.

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The chirping of birds and the warmth of the sun woke Matt up. He sat up in the grass and looked around. He was still in the woods and Demona was curled up next to him sleeping. The night is over they can act civilized again.

"Uh," Was all that he said. He wondered where they were. He noticed a tree that had claw marks that started at the base of the trunk. It was the first tree he climbed the night before.

The night before. It was an exhilarating experience. He never felt so free before. hunting, running, gliding, copulating, and killing. His eyes closed as he hung his head. They killed an innocent human. He suddenly felt ill and leaned over to vomit.

After he had his last dry heave he returned his glance towards his mate. She was still sleeping peacefully. He didn’t want to stay out in the wilderness any longer. Gripping the ground for one last time he hoisted himself up back to his feet. He bent down to pick up his mate and carried her towards the retreat.

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He placed her body on the floor of the shower and turned the knobs. The cool tiles and the squeak of water being freed through the pipes woke her up. She murmured softly before lifting her lids.

"It’s morning," She muttered. "Damn."

"Yeah, Damn." He agreed as he grabbed the soap. "Honey I know we had fun, but-"

"Honey? Just because were married now you are going to call me that?"

"Beloved we did have fun but-"

"Did you have fun?"

"It was great, I didn’t know if I could do some of the things that I did but I did do them. It was amazing."

"I noticed how much you enjoyed your self. I had fun as well." She kissed him. His lids lowered slight as he accepted her lips.

"Damn it we can’t be dancing around the subject any longer. We killed someone Demona. We killed an innocent man."

"A human who intruded on us," She grabbed the soap from his hands and began to lather herself. "What was doing in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night with an ax anyways?"

"That still doesn’t mean we didn’t kill him. I’m a murderer." His hands started to tremble again.

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Detective Bluestone sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands waiting for the time to go off. After spending the night completely naked he wanted to put on as much clothing as possible and wore a pair of pants and a shirt with the longest sleeves in his wardrobe. Demona had returned to the bedroom to get some more sleep.

He was about to dose off himself when he heard a knock at the door. He bolted upright and tore across the house to answer it. A lump formed in his throat when he saw what was behind the door. Two uniformed police officers stood, their breath hinted that both recently finished their Styrofoam cups of coffee.

"Morning sir, were officers Hongo and Denton," One of the officers introduced. "Are you David Xanatos?" Matt swallowed before speaking.

"No I’m Matt Bluestone. I’m a Detective in Manhattan. Wait a sec," He ran back into the house and grabbed his wallet. "He made sure they got a good look at his badge before he continued. "Mr. Xanatos is letting me and my Ma-Wife use it for our honeymoon."

"Congratulations," The other officer, Denton, said. "We just want to know if your heard anything last night?"

"Like what?"

"Like Cougars. It’s their mating season and well they could get a little testy if they are disturbed."

"How testy?" Matt asked.

"Well a couple of them did kill someone in the woods," Hongo replied. The lump that was in Matt’s throat had traveled down to his stomach and just sat there. "But I guess you could thank the cougars." Matt’s jaw nearly dropped.

"What?"

"The guy that they killed was Leonard Albus."

"Leonard Albus wasn’t he the guy that killed that family who was camping in the woods in New Jersey?"

"The very same, last night he killed a ranger who worked at the new resort a few miles from here."

"I hate to sound like I’m uncaring but how?"

"You don’t sound uncaring," Denton said. "You just want the details it’s part of your job. Albus decapitated the poor guy with an ax. If Albus’s route didn’t change he would have been here by dawn. Like I said thank the cougars."

"Who is it?" Dominique yawned and entered the area.

"These are officers Denton and Hongo," Matt introduced. "They had just informed me that Leonard Albus was in the woods last night-" The dining of the time cut him off.

"We have to go now," Hongo said. "You two enjoy your honeymoon."

As soon as they left Matt let out a sighed and leaned against the door.

"We killed Leonard Albus," He repeated. "A sick bastard, we killed him. He would have killed us but-"

"My love what your cooking is going to be burned."

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Dominique buttered a muffin while her mate poured her coffee.

"I feel like I lived out an urban legend," He said.

"How so?"

"We accidentally killed the guy who had killed and would have killed us. I think there is a similar story."

"He wasn’t an innocent human."

"No, and that ax," Matt felt a chill go through his spine. "That ax was dripping from the ranger he just killed."

"You attacked because you knew there was something bad about him. Both your sides came through. Your human detective side, the side that tracks clues down, and your gargoyle side, that needs to protect the innocent."

"I still feel bad."

"Didn’t you have to shoot someone as a last resort before?"

"Yes, and I still felt guilty afterwards."

"We won’t tell the others about that part."

"We have to, I can’t live with it on my conscious forever."