The Sequel: Another random story
Pairing: Macbeth X Demona
A/N I don't own Gargoyles.
Demona sat at her desk, looking over some paper work when she suddenly felt sick and ran to her bathroom. She came out a moment later, wiping her mouth.
" Damn this human body. " She cursed, sitting back down.
She had been like this now for over a week. Her nightly tranformations would help some, but she was still ill. But it was only at it's worse when she was human. She had even thought about seeing a doctor to see what could be wrong, but she knew that they would want to do tests and that meant drawing out her blood, which she refused to let happen, not because she was afraid of the needles, she didn't want the humans to know that she was a gargoyle in diguise, her blood would show the difference if they looked at it.
" I'll just run my own test back home. " She said to herself as she looked out the window and saw that it was nearing sundown. " Damn it! " She cursed again and quickly called to her secretary,
" Amy? "
" Yes, Ms. Destine? " Amy replied.
" Tell everyone to leave and then go home, it's getting rather late. " Demona said and cut the call, knowing that Amy would do as she was told or she would be fired.
Locking her door, Demona went to her bathroom again and quickly changed into her normal attire before she suddenly fell over in pain, but it wasn't the normal pain of changing forms, this was new. She didn't know what it was and she didn't like it at all.
The pain was so bad that after it passed, her eyes rolled up and she fell over on the floor.
Macbeth was sitting in his living-room, waiting for Demona to come over, it was well past sundown and normally the time that she got there. He knew that she doesn't stay at her company at this hour, she always sends the workers home before she changes. Getting up from his chair, he went down the stairs and got to his hover craft. He started it up and opened up the hatch above it, once he was in the air he pointed towards the city and flew towards it.
A few minutes later, he was at the window to Demona's office and opened it. He looked around and saw the bathroom light on under the shut door and went to it. He leaned in to listen and heard light breathing. He pulled the door open and off it's hinges and saw Demona on the floor, passed out.
" Demona! " He shouted and went to her, lifting her up in his arms. " Demona?! Can you hear me? Say something! " He begged her. But all he got was a grunt and swat from her hand.
" Hold on, Demona. " He said with a bit of relief in his voice as he picked her up and put her in his hover craft. He then went back to his mansion.
He placed her in the bed and went and got a wet cloth and wiped her forehead and face.
" I don't understand it. We're this close and I'm not knocked out or ill like you are. What is going on? " He questioned outloud.
Wondering if their curse had been lifted, he hit himself in the leg.
Demona shot up and roared, eyes blood red, claws drawn up, and tail whipping around in her anger at being struck. She stopped when she saw Macbeth.
" What the hell is wrong with you?! " She shouted.
" I found you passed out in your office and I was still awake, I thought the curse was lifted. " He answered.
" Well obivsouisly not! " She replied, getting up from the bed and went to leave, but she swayed as soon as her feet were on the floor.
" Easy Love. " Macbeth said, grabbing her arm to steady her.
" What is wrong with me? I'm never like this. I can't get sick. " She said as she sat down on the bed.
" How long has this been going on? " Macbeth asked.
" A week at least. I was going to run a blood test when I got home, but when I was changing, pain shot through me. Not the normal pain, but worse. And the next thing I know I'm on your bed and pain in my leg! " She answered, glaring at him for the last part.
" I'm sorry for doing that. It had me worried that the curse was gone. " He replied. " Maybe it's just a female thing? " He questioned.
" That would explain why your not going through this as well. " She replied, standing up again.
" Now where are you going woman? "
" I'm going home. " She said.
" I thought this was your home now? " He asked.
Demona didn't answer him, she kept going. " Demona, we've been through this, I love you as you are. " He said, following after her.
" I know, but I still want my own space. And right now, I want to be in my own bed, after I find out what the hell is wrong with me. " She said as walked up the stairs that led to the roof.
" At least let me take you home, your not well enough to glid. "
" I'll be fine! " She snapped and opened the door to the roof and stepped out onto it. She took a running start and was about to leap off when she suddenly tripped and fell off the ledge of the roof. Her claws catching the ledge before she was completely off.
" Demona! " Macbeth shouted again and went to help her up, but she swung herself up over and back on the roof.
" Alright. I'll stay. " She said.
" Come on. I know someone who will have a look at you. " He said, leading her back to his bedroom.
An hour later a woman came in, wearing a doctor's coat and carrying a doctor bag. When she Demona, she looked ready to run.
" It's alright Samantha. Demona won't hurt you. " Macbeth said to the doctor.
" You shouldn't lie like that Macbeth. " Demona said, looking sharply at the other woman.
" Mr. Mcbeth tells me that you've been sick for a week now. Can you tell me how you feel? " Samantha asked as she walked closer to Demona.
" I have a headache, I get sick at odd hours, and throw up almost every morning and tonight I passed out from the sudden pain that hit me. " Demona answered emotionlessly.
" Alright. I think I might know what's wrong, but I'll need a sample of your blood to be sure. " Samantha said.
" I knew that. " Demona said and used one of her talons to put a hole in her arm," Your needles won't pierce my skin. So if you want the blood you better get it now. " Demona said when she saw the shocked look on Samantha's face.
Shaking her head, Samanther got out a needle and drew some of the blood out of Demona's arm before Demona moved her talon away and licked her arm clean and the wound sealed shut.
Samantha put the blood in a plastic tube before breaking something inside the tube and shaking it. A minute passed and the blood turned a dark purple color.
" And that means what exactly? " Demona asked, this kind of testing was new to her she was used to the other way of testing blood samples.
Samantha looked at the tube and up at Demona and back again before she smiled and said, " Well it's nothing to worry about. Congrats, Your pregnant! "
" I'm what? " Demona asked.
" It means that... " Samantha started.
" I know what it means! How can that happen? I can't have..I.. " Demona's eyes rolled back into her skull and she was out again. This time, Macbeth followed with a thud.
" I guess the news was too much for them. All well. " Samantha said as she left the test tube there and left the two to their own devices.
A few hours later, Demona and Macbeth woke up, grabbing onto their heads in pain.
" What happened? " Demona asked as she looked around the room and saw the test tube and everything came back to her and she almost fell over again, but Macbeth grabbed ahold of her arm.
" Please don't faint again. " He said as he helped her up.
" How did this happen? " She asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed again.
" Well, when a man and a woman.. " Macbeth started.
" I know how that happened you fool! I meant with me being a gargoyle! I can't have kids like the humans do. I never acted like this when i was pregnant with my daughter. I knew when I was going to have her. This is new. " Demona shouted, standing up and pacing the room.
" Maybe it's because your human by day. That's the only thing different. " Macbeth said.
" Curse that Puck! And curse that human body..again. " She said and smashed the chair to pieces.
" Destorying my home is not going to change the fact that we're having a child. " He replied calmly.
" I didn't get pregnant the last time we were together! Why am I now?! I can't have a child! I don't know how to treat one or raise it! The whole clan would raise the hatchlings not just it's parents. And what will Angela do or Goliath and the others when they find out that I'm with child. " She continued to rant in anger.
" I can help you, this child's just as much as mine as it is yours Demona! " He said, going over to her and wraping his arms around her.
" I can't do this. I just can't Macbeth. " She said and hated how she sounded so pathetic.
" You don't have to be afraid. We'll get through it together. " He said soothingly, rubbing her back and massaging the joints of her wings connected to her back.
" I still don't know what to do about Angela and the clan. Angela would either be happy for me or be like the others and try to take the child away. " She said after she calmed down a bit.
" I'm not letting them or anyone else take our child away from us. " He replied.
" I should just tell Angela. She'll be a little more understanding. " Demona said, pulling away from Macbeth and going to the window.
" Your not leaving now are you? " He asked.
" Of course. " Demona said and opened the window and took flight.
Here's ch. 1! Hope ya'll like it!