This is the first part of my first attempt at a Demona/Elisa fic for the cartoon Gargoyles. It's a very rough unbetaed first draft. I'm not sure if I should continue with it or not. Anyway, please point out any errors that you notice. If I do continue, I'll update here until I have enough for each new chapter, after which it'll be published on http://www.devianthearts.com and http://www.fanfiction.net Feedback helps, so please comment.
Chapter 1
She woke the way she always did, with none of the grogginess that most people go through after a nights sleep. In fact, if anything her senses were hyperactive upon waking up. And it was this super alert state that allowed her to know right away that she was restrained in an upright position and no longer in her apartment. The next thing she noticed was that Demona in gargoyles form no less) was restrained in a position that she assumed mirrored her own, directly across from her. But where as Detective Elisa Maza was held in place with leather straps, the gargoyle was being held with iron inscribed with runes that experience told the detective were most likely some sort of magic.
"Ah, you're awake I see," came an all too familiar voice from the shadows before any farther observations could be made.
"McBeth," Demona growled, her eyes glowing red with her anger. "Why am I not surprised to find that you're the one behind this." the female gargoyle hissed.
The gray haired man chuckled at the frustration he could hear in his long time enemy's voice.
"I'm glad the two of you are enjoying the reunion, but why the hell am I here?" Elisa spoke up cutting in before the other two could really get into it.
"More importantly, why haven't you killed her yet?" Demona asked annoyed and glaring hatefully at the detective.
For some reason or another, this minor squabble seemed to make McBeth even more happy, "I see I chose wisely after all. I was starting to wonder.” the old warrior stated, ignoring the questions of his...guests.
"What are you up to this time, old man?" Demona mockingly asked. “You're not still upset about Paris are you?” she asked with a smirk that knew would irritate him.
But to her surprise, not only didn't her comment get to McBeth, he also answered her question somewhat. "And that, my dear, is exactly the point. I'm an old man, and I've grown tired of this
immortality and the centuries of conflict between the two of us..."
"Die, then!" Demona snarled staining against the chains to no avail.
"And so I shall. However, to gain my freedom, I've found that I must have someone else to take on my burden of being tied to you. Which brings us to our dear detective Maza. I've chosen you for the simple reason that I believe I can trust you to keep Demona from doing too much harm to the world after I'm gone. Careful observation has shown me that you are one of the few people alive that can trusted with such difficult task.”
"As for the how, I've discovered a way to pass along the curse those damned weird sisters place on us...”
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