"Forevermore: A Prequel to Alone"
by Lisette--send all comments to:  Lisette_1@mailexcite.com

Legalese:  GARGOYLES isn't mine and anything pertaining to them aren't 
mine as well.  Characters that you haven't seen in the TV show are all 
mine.  Any questions?  

Dedication:  I dedicate this fic mainly to Merlyn the Mad Mage.  As you 
may be aware, I first wrote the fic, "Alone", as my version of one of 
hers.  In any case, during a severely depressing night, I decided to 
use that to my best ability.. henceforth, the prequel to one of the 
most depressing tales I've ever written has been.. well, written.  
Enjoy! :)

Brief Description:  How did the "Alone" all come about?

Warning: May not be suitable for younger readers due to some violent 
content.  Also, since this is a prequel to "Alone," it's not necessary 
to read it first.. but maybe you'll be wanting to see what's coming 
next! ;p

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     Shaking her head, Elisa pushed her way through the gathering 
crowds.  "Move!  Move!" Elisa yelled out at the people who were 
ignorant of the turmoil she was feeling.  Everything was happening too 
fast, too damn fast.
     It had been a normal night filled with the normal events of 
patrol--always patrol.  Suddenly, the squawk of her police scanner 
broke the monotony of the night.  It was an order for every car to get 
to Central Park ASAP: a Quarryman rally had turned into a full fledged 
riot when two unsuspecting gargoyles had been spotted in the night sky 
above.  According to the bulletin, one was shot down and now both were 
cornered by the growing mob.  As the words had filled the empty car, 
Elisa's blood had froze.  Turning her car around, Elisa hightailed it 
towards the indicated location, all the while cursing Matt for taking 
the night off.  Soon, a single phrase began to repeat in her mind: 
"Please, don't let me be too late.. please don't let me be too late, 
please don't let me be too late..."
     Even as she pushed through the crowds, Elisas fear escalated ten 
fold.  After following the directions given out by the police 
dispatcher, Elisa realized that she was the first on the scene.  
Jumping out of her car, she had raced down the twisting paths until she 
reached a clearing in the trees.  There, she was assaulted by the 
sights of hundreds of New York's citizens gathered in a tight ball, all 
struggling forward trying to glimpse what lay beyond.  As her heart 
began to pound, she saw that most were yelling hateful things while a 
few even brandished deadly weapons.  Far ahead, she saw that the group 
converged around a single rocky outcropping.  Now, she yelled and 
screamed for people to move as she shoved through the mob.  All her 
cries of police did nothing to deter the mob as she struggled ever 
forward.  Soon, she broke free from the massive crowd and was stopped 
dead by a sight that choked the breath from her breast.  Lying curled 
in a small ball against the stony outcropping of rock was Lexington, a 
pool of red beneath him--he wasn't moving.  Standing protectively 
before him was Goliath, wings stretched out imposingly while his eyes 
glowed a deadly white.  Even worse, in front of the crowd with their 
backs turned towards them was a line of Quarrymen, armed with their 
charged hammers and a few guns--all trained on Goliath.
     "Oh, this is bad," Elisa murmured as she drew out her badge and 
gun.

     Roaring out into the night, Goliath kept a wary eye on the 
assembled Quarrymen and the mob standing beyond.  How could a night of 
patrol have turned so wrong?  Why didn't he think to avoid Central Park 
on a clear night such as this?  Shaking his head, Goliath knew that he 
had no answers for his foolish actions.  He and Lexington has been 
carrying out patrol as usual when a sudden roar broke through the quiet 
night.  Startled, he and Lex had quickly turned in that direction 
fearing that someone may need help, not knowing what lay ahead... not 
realizing that before them lay a Quarrymen rally that was about to turn 
deadly.  The minut that they saw the searchlights, the people 
gathered, and the deadly hammers that glinted in the moonlight, that 
knowledge came too quickly.  Acting purely on instinct, Lexington and 
Goliath hnd veered quickly--not quickly enough.  For as the loud ticks 
of gunfire filled the night sky, Goliath watched in horror as Lexington 
took a hit in his arm.  Before he could react, Lex then began a quick 
dive down that was thankfully broken by a few trees.  Turning, Goliath 
began to follow and landed hard on a patch of soft grass.  There, he 
found Lexington laid out in a small heap against a large outcropping of 
rock.  Before Goliath even had a chance to lift the young warrior into 
his arms in order to make a hasty retreat, they were quickly surrounded 
by the mob--and such was their position now.  Each time the group 
started to advance a little, Goliath would quickly provide a roar and 
flare out his wings to make them change their minds.  Still, he knew 
that this hold off was only temporary, and that with the immense number 
of Quarrymen and the mob beyond, he would be no match.  They seemed to 
be waiting for a word from a superior before they would advance.. 
Goliath could only pray for a miracle before that word arrived.
     It was then that Goliath caught movement out of the corner of his 
eye.  Turning quickly, all the while maintaining his threatening pose, 
Goliath watched in amazement as Elisa emerged from the mob of people.  
Even as a faint breath of hope filled his body, realization also struck 
it away.  Elisa, amazing as she was, was just one human amongst 
hundreds... there would be no salvation in her.  If anything, her 
association and protection of them would only provide danger for 
herself.  This was bad.. very bad.

     What could she do?  What on Earth could Elisa possibly do to help 
her friends.. to SAVE her friends?!  In the end, there was really only 
one thing that she could do.  Knowing the odds were against her but not 
caring, Elisa quickly dashed forward, breaking through the line of 
Qarrymen till she was standing in front of Goliath.  "Police!  Lower 
your weapons!" Elisa yelled as she held up her badge for all to see, 
all the while rotating her gun around till it focused on each member of 
the group in turn.
     Startled, a few did as they were told while a greater number just 
held their weapons tighter as they sneered at her through their masks.  
"Gargoyle lover!" they yelled, causing the mob behind them to become 
even more agitated as they picked up the yell.
     "Demon lover!" they screamed in response.
     "I said, drop your weapons!!" Elisa yelled even louder, her eyes 
glittering coldly as she felt Goliath shift anxiously behind her.

     What was she doing?  How could he possibly protect her when she 
was standing protectively in front of him.  Squeezing his eyes shut, 
Goliath shook his head slowly.  No way in the slightest was Goliath 
comfortable with the current change of events.  It was more than 
obvious that any control that at first stood over the mob was quickly 
slipping.  Now, not only was his life in serious jeopardy, but that of 
Elisa as well.
     "Monster ally!" "Gargoyle lover!" "Kill the Demons" were the 
screams that broke the night as the Quarrymen inched forever closer to 
them, always inching the circle closer.

     "Drop them!" Elisa screamed as she moved her gun around the line 
of Quarrymen, her finger tightening slowly.
     Suddenly, a loud roar covered the sounds of the bloodthirsty mob.  
Turning, Elisa and Goliath pivoted their heads till they saw the cause: 
the miracle that they were waiting for.  As three helicopter blades cut 
through the night air, numerous search lights pierced the darkness and 
focused on the mob.  "This is the police!  Drop your weapons and 
disperse now or we will open fire!" a voice boomed through a loud 
speaker.
     Hearing this, the crowd became even more panicked as they quickly 
turned and fled from the scene, none wanting to be caught in the event 
that was sure to follow.  As the crowds left, the Quarrymen realized 
that no longer did they eiher have any backing or cover from the eyes 
of the police above.  Yet without word from their superior, most were 
confused as to the next course of action: should they leave the battle 
to fight another day or do they exterminate the gargoyles and gargoyle 
lover now?  Cursing loudly, they came to their decision as the ring of 
Quarrymen did the same as the confused citizens--they scattered.
     Sighing in relief, Elisa turned quickly and met the concerned 
eyes of Goliath.  Smiling, she quickly stepped to his side and hugged 
him briefly, oblivious to those who were left to watch the exchange.
     "Elisa, that was too dangerous," Goliath rumbled as he held the 
detective tightly against him, breathing in the familiar scent of her 
hair.  "You may have been hurt.. or worse.."
     "Later," Elisa ordered firmly as she stepped out of his embrace 
and rushed to Lexington's side.  Touching him gently, she was relieved 
when he groaned quietly and shifted away.  "Thank God he's still 
alive," Elisa murmured quietly.
     "He was hit in the shoulder," Goliath acknowledged as he stepped 
closer.
     Turning, Elisa quickly grabbed Goliath's hand and pulled him 
beside the fallen gargoyle.  "Hurry, Goliath... grab Lex and get out of 
here!" she urged quickly.
     "But what about you?" Goliath asked urgently as he lifted Lex 
into his arms.
     "I'll be fine!  Now get out of here before someone changes their 
mind about leaving before there's blood to be shed!" Elisa said quietly 
as she stepped close and gently touched Goliath's cheek, her eyes full 
of untold love.
     Nodding, Goliath smiled softly as he turned away and rushed 
towards the granite wall.

     From a distance away, one man dressed in the traditional 
Quarryman garb watched this exchange with cold, glittering eyes.  
"Gargoyle lover," he hissed quietly as he slowly walked forward, his 
eyes watching as the exotic detective followed the gargoyle's slow 
movements up the granite wall with love filled eyes.  In his mind she 
was even worse than the demon itself.. a woman who was so twsted that 
she dared to befriend one.. to LOVE one not of her species.  Snarling, 
the man slowly lifted his hand gun and pointed it at the young 
detective's heart.  Smiling in hate, he slowly cocked the hammer of the 
gun.  As he pulled the trigger, he watched in amazement as the 
detective swiveled and fired her gun at him, alerted by the sharp click 
of his gun cocking.  Almost in tandem, the two booms of the fired guns 
filled the night as both fell to the ground; the man with a bloody hole 
marring his forehead and the woman with a hole in her heart.

     Hearing the echo of the guns, Goliath turned quickly away from 
the granite wall he was climbing and watched in horror as his beloved 
flew back from the force of the bullet and landed on the hard ground.  
"Elisa!" he yelled urgently as he jumped as if in slow motion and 
glided the short distance to the ground below.  Without even thinking, 
still working in that same damn slow motion, Goliath lay Lex on the 
ground and rushed to kneel by her side.  Screaming out her name once 
more, Goliath drew his love into his arms and cradled her there.  
Shaking his head in disbelief, Goliath pressed his taloned hand down 
firmly on the wet hole in her chest that seeped a dark red fluid--all 
the while trying to avoid her so blank stare.  "No," Goliath moaned as 
he held her limp body even closer.  "No," Goliath moaned again as he 
slowly began rocking himself and his love.  As the tears dripped down 
his face and as the sobs racked his body, Goliath slowly lifted one 
blood smeared hand and gently closed his love's unseeing brown eyes for 
the last time.  "No!" he roared suddenly as he yelled to the 
unforgiving sky above and as he admitted the hard truth to himself: 
Elisa was dead.. she was dead even before she hit the ground.  His love 
was gone forever... even before he had a chance to tell her of that 
love... gone away from him forever.  Never again would he hold her in 
his arms.. never.  Her blood surrounded him.. it was everywhere.. so 
much blood.  Her giv