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Jason walked into his apartment to find it empty. Jason was grateful for that because it gave him time to think.
A part of him hated the fact that Elisa knew the gargoyles because if anything were to happen to her because of him, he knew he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
However, this could be his inside track to finally getting rid of the demon. He gathered the clan harbored resentment towards her so he could work their negative feelings to his advantage.
He groaned and wiped his hands over his face. He caught between a rock and a hard place. "Again, how did this happen to me?"
He walked over the couch and noticed a piece of paper on the table. He picked it up and it read: "Jason, we found the Hunter. Here's the address."
He scanned the address. This was an opportunity for him to make an ally.
Jason resolved to see this new Hunter tomorrow.
The Next Day….
Macbeth was having a pleasant day. Everything was falling into place. He was systematically dismantling Demona's life. Well, her human life. Her corporation, Nightstone Unlimited, was going into the red. He may not be able to kill her but there was more than one way to skin a cat.
Even his new ally was working to his advantage. This woman wanted to destroy Demona at all costs. Whatever Demona did to the woman must have been horrible.
However, one thing about this new partnership that bothered him was her attempt to organize this anti-gargoyle group. He didn't need the extra weight. He needed to solve his Demona problem with minimal damage.
There was a knock on the door. "Who could that be?"
He opened the door and was shocked to see the man standing before him. He'd know those eyes, those features anywhere.
"Canmore," was all Macbeth said.
"Macbeth. We have some business to discuss."
"Lad, I have no business to discuss with you."
"The Hunters. I am also hunting the demon," Jason replied.
Macbeth stepped aside waiting for Jason to enter.
He escorted Jason to the dining room. "Can I offer you something to drink?
"No thank you. How did you know I was a Canmore?"
Macbeth sighed. "I've been around for a long time. I am well acquainted with the Canmores."
"How well do you know us?" asked Jason.
"The Canmores have been hunters for a thousand years."
"Then you know why we must hunt her down."
"No, I don't know why it's your duty to hunt her down. I know it's my duty to destroy her. I am the only one who truly can," Macbeth answered.
"The demon has destroyed my family. She killed my father," Jason said.
"Aah. Vengeance rules your heart but you're wasting your time. You can't kill her."
Jason was upset. "What do you mean I can't kill her? I can and I will."
"You Canmores always did have a one track mind. You fail to see the other possibilities. I am the only one who can kill her. My life is literally tied to hers. By my hands, she will fall to her death."
Jason shook his head. "No, I've made it my life's mission to kill her. She robbed me of my life."
"Lad, you're still breathing. Tell me, what has this vendetta gotten you?"
"What has it gotten you?" Jason shot back.
"Pain, loneliness. Your family is not the first one she's destroyed."
Jason stopped for a moment. He thought back to what searching for the demon cost him, what it will probably cost him again.
Macbeth decided to capitalize on this. "You Canmores are not my favorite people. However, I will take pity on you. You let go of the hunt and I will spare your life."
Jason narrowed his eyes. "I don't need pity. I need the demon to pay."
"You can forget about killing Demona. She will pay her price. Why not strike the other gargoyles?"
"I did but I can't do that anymore," Jason answered.
"Why not?" asked Macbeth.
"It's complicated," Jason answered. He wanted to avoid talking about Elisa if he could.
Macbeth thought what this complication might be. "The detective is giving you problems. She is their protector. I've had a couple of encounters with her. Headstrong and stubborn, that girl."
Jason narrowed his eyes. "Yes, the detective has been an unforeseen complication."
"The only way to get rid of a complication is to solve it. Kill the detective," Macbeth said matter-of-factly.
"No, I can't do that!" Jason said louder than he meant to.
"This detective is more so a romantic complication. Does she know who and what you are?"
"No, she doesn't," Jason said.
"You can't keep this a secret forever. It's ironic. You come to kill the gargoyles and now that you have your chance, you can't do it. You have greater access to them but it doesn't profit you. You'll end up losing the one person you've given your heart to. Shame, isn't it?"
Jason closed his eyes and gathered his thoughts. "What exactly is your plan for all of this?"
"That's my business. I value my own life so I can't kill her now."
"Maybe we can work together," Jason suggested.
Macbeth laughed. "Since when do Canmores offer to help others?"
"We have the same interests," Jason stated.
"Sorry, but someone else has offered their services and I've already accepted."
"The woman who's helped you?" asked Jason.
"Yes, she's not the only one who wants to hunt Demona. Look, cut your losses. You have someone in your life."
"You don't care what goes on in my life. Why are you trying so hard to stop me?" asked Jason.
Macbeth faced the window. He starts to think about how he lost his family.
"I really don't care what goes on with you. But I have been in your shoes. I lost my wife and son in this battle with Demona. Now, I will never see them again. You have an opportunity to put this feud to rest. At least for you and whoever else might be involved. Stop this secrecy before your precious detective loathes you."
"Elisa is my concern," Jason stated.
"Exactly. And if she gets injured or dies, what then? I'm offering you sound advice. Take it and live your life. Don't end up like the rest of the Canmores: bitter, alone, vengeful. They pass on this legacy for selfish reasons. They don't care about the next generation. If they did, you wouldn't be in my house now."
"There are still Canmores out there. We all are not lost," Jason replied.
"You may not be physically lost. But you are lost in a dark cloud of hate. See, I know what hatred can do to a person. It controls you and makes you do things you never thought you would."
"Seems I won't get your help after all. I have other ways to bringing the demon to her knees." Jason was determined not to break in front of him. However, he knew what Macbeth was saying was true.
"Canmore, you're stubborn. Don't let your stubbornness cost you the thing you love most. I did that and I will never recover from the price I paid."
"Thanks for the advice but I can handle it," said Jason.
"He's trying to fool me."
Macbeth turned from the window. "You're not as stupid as the other Canmores I've encountered. Must be your mother's side where you got the smarts. One thing you need to know about my new ally: she's got nothing to lose. It makes her dangerous and deadly."
"Then why are you working with her?" asked Jason.
"Because the woman will eventually be her own undoing. She'll be caught and I'll be in the clear. Who's going to believe a woman who says her accomplice was a man named Macbeth?"
"Like Shakespeare? I thought it was some sort of a sick joke to be called Macbeth," Jason replied.
"Aye. I've been around as long as Demona. I'm…special you can say. Now do you understand why Demona can only die by hand and I can only die by hers."
Jason nodded. "You're immortal?"
"Yes, I trust you won't say a word unless you want to spend your life in jail."
Jason stayed silent.
"Good. We agree. Now Canmore, I have other business to attend to today. Have a good day and think about what I said. Cut your losses."
Macbeth escorted Jason to the door and watched him leave. As much as he hated the Canmores, perhaps he could save one person in this vendetta.
Elisa had just started her lunch break. She was going to go to Vivian's house to check on her.
She walked out to her car only to bump into someone. Coffee spilled all over her.
"I'm sorry, miss."
Elisa tried to shake some of the coffee off. "It's okay."
"I can take care of the dry cleaning. Here," said the man. He handed Elisa a business card.
Elisa looked at the card. "Blake Carrington."
"Nice to meet you Blake Carrington. I'm Elisa Maza."
Blake looked at Elisa and smiled. He had found her.
They shook hands. "The card says you're an agent," Elisa stated.
"Yes, I work for Interpol. I'm actually here in New York to investigate an international crime syndicate that has started to plant roots. I was about to make my way inside."
"Oh, well who do you need to see?" asked Elisa.
"A Captain Maria Chavez," he answered.
"Ok. If you would like, I can introduce you to her."
"Thank you very much, Ms. Maza."
Blake followed Elisa to Chavez's door. "Come in."
Chavez looked up to see Elisa. "I thought you went on lunch break."
"I was but I ran into someone who needs to see you."
"A Blake Carrington from Interpol."
Maria flinched but soon recovered unnoticed. "Thanks Detective Maza. Send him in."
Blake walked in. Soon Elisa closed the door behind her.
"Blake, what are you doing here?" asked Maria.
"Maria Chavez, a sight for sore eyes."
Maria chuckled. "You're not here to see me so it must be official business."
"Yes. What do you know about an Evelyn Price?"