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BE CAREFUL INTO WHAT YOU CAST ENERGY....
09/123/2001
DISCLAIMER: GARGOYLES
DON'T BELONG TO ME, I JUST WISH THEY DID.
THEY ACTUALLY BELONG TO DISNEY.
NO INFRINGEMENT IS INTENDED.
Goliath remained silent as he and Elisa took in the beauty of the
sunrise. In Norway aided by the Eye of
Odin, he had felt the warmth of the midnight sun upon his Gargoyle skin. While under the relic's magickal geas, he
had been unable to truly cherish the wonder and the brilliance of Earth's
single star. Goliath stared in awe of
the late September morn with the sun shining brightly on the Eastern
horizon. He simply stared in awe at the
sable-eyed seraph beside him as much as the daystar in the sky.
Elisa stood beside Goliath still and serene. Her long, black hair fell about her
shoulders framing her striking features.
Goliath purred lovingly as he drew her to him. He stood behind his ladylove and wrapped his powerful arms around
her. He gave into the temptation of resting his chin upon the top of her
head. It felt so good and natural
merely to hold her close and take in the sunrise with his beloved.
[How I wish that I still had wings to keep the chill from her
skin.] Goliath nuzzled aside some of
the thick tresses and planted a kiss upon delicate shell of her ear. [Even in my reverence of the Goddess, I've
never dared to ask for such a gift.
Now, every unspoken wish has come true and I'm here in the daylight with
Elisa! Jalapenia! I'd have given my life just for one day like
this with her. Now, here it is as if it
were merely another day like all the others.]
Goliath closed his eyes and simply inhaled the sweet scent of
cinnamon, musk, and jasmine. His body
reveled in the warmth of Elisa snuggled intimately against him. He focused his thoughts upon an omnipresent
emerald dragon with amethyst eyes and a dry, subtle wit. [Thank you, Goddess for this priceless,
precious gift you have given us. Thank
you for this astonishing blessing.]
"Hmmm..." a low murmur interrupted his reverie as Elisa
drew back to look at her lover.
"What are you thinking about, Big Guy?"
"You, My Love."
Goliath pressed a tender kiss to the delicate shell of her ear. "I
am basking in the glory of this morning. I want nothing more than to live
forever in this moment of being with you like this and loving you."
No matter the form, Goliath's deep, seductive baritone carried the
enchantment of bringing the hard-as-nails-detective well-nigh into a swoon.
"Wow, you're a morning person."
He cocked his head quizzically not quite understanding the meaning
of her words. Elisa turned so that her
cheek restd against the wall of Goliath's smooth, broad chest. "I love you too, Goliath."
[You're not the only one, Big Guy, who wants to spend enternity
locked in an embrace. I could get used
to this being a daily thing.] The
steady, rhythmic cadence of Goliath's heartbeat was a serene aide memoire that
this was warm, soft, and fuzzy reality.
[You know, reality doesn't bite.
It nibbles.]
Elisa's giggle was accompanied by the protests of a growling empty
stomach. "I don't know about you,
but I'm hungry."
"Shall we dine in the same restaurant?" Goliath said with an ominous tone. He swiftly swept Elisa into his powerful
embrace. "Or shall we order
room-service?"
Elisa brought her arms around the strong column of her lover's
neck and whispered against his skin.
"Guess which one gets my vote?"
***************
Much later after another bout of torrid lovemaking, the two sat in
bed savoring the delicacies of a "farmland" breakfast. Goliath had the sheet wrapped around
him. He took the last succulent bite of
French Toast that remained on his plate.
He seemed to have forgotten the brief lesson Elisa had given him on
table manners because he kept speaking with his mouth full.
"Love, how are we going to get home?"
"That's a good question." Elisa retrieved her wrinkled clothes from the floor beside the
bed. "I think our best bet is to
rent a car and just drive back to the city.
We've went through all my cash and all I've got left is my credit
card."
"Then, that is what we shall do." Goliath draped the sheet around her
shoulders and went to the packages lying on the table by the window. He pulled out the same pair of jeans and
boots that he had worn the previous evening.
He rummaged through the purchases from the drug store and came across
some things that didn't seem quite familiar.
"Elisa, what are these?"
"The thing in your left hand is a toothbrush and the thing in
your right is toothpaste." She
flashed him a pearly smile.
"Lesson Number One about being human: proper hygine."
Half an hour later, Goliath still marveled at the feeling of the
cascading water against his skin. It
had soothed his muscles and invigorated him in a way a roar and a stretch after
stone sleep could never do. Elisa
explained to him the concept of shaving and how very few men looked good
running around in 5 o'clock shadow.
"By why is it called five o' clock shadow?" Goliath
asked precociously as any small child.
Elisa showed him how to lather up his face with the shaving cream. She took the men's razor in hand and showed
him how to shave.
"The reason it's called , 'five o' clock shadow', Goliath, is
because men need to shave every day.
You shave in the morning and by five o' clock this afternoon, you'll
look you're in need of another shave."
"This is a ritual that human men must perform every
day?" He asked. He let out a yelp as a sharp sting tingled
on his cheek. "It is a painful
one!"
"The secret, you big lug, is to HOLD STILL." Elisa grabbed some toilet paper and took a
small piece between her fingers. She
crumpled it into a small wad and pressed it against the cut. "Hold this against the cut and it'll
stop bleeding."
"I'm thinking that the men in the tenth century were wise not
to shave."
"I like my men clean-shaven.
If I liked them hairy, I'd date one of the guys from ZZ Top." She carefully began shaving the other side
of Goliath's square jaw. "I think
that you could do this better than I can.
Why don't you give it a try?"
"Perhaps." He
looked over at the remorseful detective eyeing the nasty nick on his high
cheekbone. "But, I hope that you
will stay with me as I do this, Love."
He barely survived the shaving experience. He almost lost his breakfast when he made
the mistake of swallowing the toothpaste rather than using it to clean his
teeth. He thought he smelled too much
of flowers and powders when Elisa explained the importance of deodorant. "You humans mask everything about
yourselves. Why?"
"Because we don't have the luxury of stone sleep to
rejuvenate us and keep us nice and clean." Elisa said as though she were humoring a very small child. "It's no longer, 'you humans', Goliath. Now, it's 'we humans.' You're one of us, Big Guy, whether you like
it or not."
He held his wet tresses in his hand. "I like it very much, but I don't care for the complicated
rituals that you put upon yourselves."
"It's not so bad once you get use to it." Elisa winked at him in the bathroom
mirror. She went to her leather jacket
in the other room and returned with a black hair band and a small pocket comb. She pointed to the closed lid and
pointed. "Sit."
Goliath's brows arched in question but did as she bade him. While he strattled the stool facing the
wall, Elisa carefully pulled the comb through the wet, dark tresses of
Goliath's hair. He flinched a few times
when she came across some tangles.
After a few minutes, his hair was free of any further snarls. She took the plain black hair band and
deftly gathered his hair into a queue at the base of his neck. With a few flicks of the wrist and a few
agile twists, Goliath's hair was fashionably secured at the nape with the black
band.
Goliath stood and studied Elisa's handiwork in the mirror. He turned to her and gave her a smile and an
approving nod. "Thank you,
Love. But I think I detest
shaving."
************
Elisa and Goliath rented a nice four-door sedan and headed to New
York. Goliath found that Elisa enjoyed
driving while listening to the radio.
She favored the more urban music she called "rap" and
"hip-hop." Goliath said
nothing but considered it more along the noise that barbaric Vikings made
before the onslaught of battle. He
found that he enjoyed hearing the gentle strains of Stravinsky and Chopin. After a power struggle between them for the
radio dial, they found an oldies station that appealed to both of them.
Elisa realized that Goliath the human was somewhat different that
Goliath the Gargoyle. Normally, her
Gargoyle was silent and contemplative: rather stoic and taciturn. Goliath the human was mischievous and
lively. His laugh was an erupting
geyser of sound that started from deep within his diaphragm, ran through his
chest and burst forth as rich, full laughter.
Elisa grabbed her cell phone from her inside jacket pocket. She flipped it open and asked him to punch
some numbers. "We need to let
Xanatos know what's going on so he doesn't freak and tweak when we arrive back
at the Eyrie building."
"I have not thought of what I'm going to tell the
others." Goliath said
gravely. "I do not know how they
will respond to my....change."
"It's not like it's not permanent." Elisa immediately regretted saying the
words. For in her heart of hearts, she
wished his change were irreversible.
"You're just going to be human for the next 29 days."
"Where will I stay?"
"With me, Goliath."
She took his hand in hers and brought it to those full, sensuous lips as
he had done with her the previous night.
"And I'm looking forward to every minute of it."
The phone rang for several seconds. She expected the voice on the other end of the phone to be that
of Xanatos. Instead, she heard a
familiar tenor greet her. "Thank
you for calling Eaton Enterprises."
"Lex?" She asked
in bewilderment.
"Elisa?" Came
the concerned reply. "Where are
you? Where's Goliath?"
"He's with me."
She shook her head in disbelief.
"How are you able to talk to me during the day!? It's almost ten o' clock in the morning,
Lex."
"I know I stay up late sometimes working on some new trading
futures." Lex explained. "But, you know me! I'm always to work by eight sharp."
"You should be in stone sleep right now."
"Elisa, none of us could sleep last night. You and Goliath just took off and said that
you wouldn't be back until it suited you." The exasperation grew in Lex's voice. "When will you be home?"
"UH...we're on our way." She looked at Goliath and mouthed the words 'Lex is awake.'
"Let me speak with him." Goliath motioned for her to hand him the phone. "Lexington, where are you?"
"Goliath, I'm just glad you're al right." The voice on the other end of the line
greeted him. "Currently, I'm at
the office. If I don't get back to work
on this project, I won't be able to make my deadline. Hey, what are you and Elisa doing for lunch?"
"We do not..."
Goliath cleared his throat.
"currently have plans."
"Why don't you and she join Lynn and I for lunch?"
"Lynn?" Goliath
asked not quite knowing to whom Lex was referring.
"Yeah, Lynn."
Lex sounded as if he thought Goliath had lost his mind. "You know; my significant other. Why don't we eat at that little deli near
our house?"
Elisa whispered. "Ask
for an address?"
"Uh, Lex, where is the restaurant?"
Goliath repeated the address to Elisa and she scribbled it down as
she drove. She noticed that her lover seemed rather dazed as he closed the
phone and handed it back to her.
"We are having lunch at La Pazerati with Lex and someone named
Lynn."
"Goliath, something isn't right here." Elisa felt her blood pressure rising with
the increasing stress. "We called
Xanatos Enterprises and we get Eaton Enterprises. Lex is alive and well during the day and wants us to eat lunch
with him and somebody called Lynn at a restaurant I've never heard of in my
life. From the looks of this address,
this should be in the middle of Manhattan near the World Trade Center."
"I am as confounded as you, Elisa." Goliath shook his head in confusion. "I think much more has changed that
simply me being human. I think that the
Dragon Goddess has given us a dose of strong irony and humor along with your
wish."
"What do you mean?"
Elisa asked warily. She let
forth a blue streak of curses as a driver in the left lane swerved in front of
her without signaling. Goliath looked
rather taken aback by her nasty language.
"Sorry, it happens sometimes.
You've never ridden with me when I drive."
"I am learning new things about you all the time." He admitted. He returned his attention to her previous question. "Many entities of legend and lore are
benevolent tricksters. The Native
Americans had Coyote and Raven. The
Norse had Loki. Xanatos has Puck. We Gargoyles have Skylaris."
"I thought that Skylaris was a kind, loving old
lady." Elisa shrugged. "When Demetrius and Wren were here,
they couldn't stop sing her praises. I
thought she returned with them to their own dimension."
"True. But, as with
every trickster entity comes the penchant for practical jokes." Goliath licked his lips and rested his chin
upon steepled hands. "When you
made your wish, it must have caused the Goddess great mirth to cast it."
"It seemed to do just that."
"Demona once told me, 'Be Careful, Goliath, into what you
cast energy for it may come true.'
Little did I know that she spoke of the laws of sorcery. When your wish was granted us, Love,
Skylaris may have well set the rest of the world upon it's ear as one large
prank." Goliath decided to fasten
his seatbelt when Elisa dodged some tipped pylons in the middle of her driving
lane.
**********
Elisa and Goliath managed to find parking near La Pazerati. They strolled hand in hand toward the
restaurant; half in curiosity and half in anxiety. Elisa and Goliath surmised that if Lex were awake during the day
he must be-
"Guys!" That
familiar tenor called out to them. They
turned in its direction to see a dark-haired short young man waving them over
to a table. Dressed in a power suit of
navy and a burgundy tie, they barely recognized Lexington. It was when they saw his briefcase, laptop
computer, and cell phone that they knew it was their favorite computer
wizard. "Over here."
The looked at each other and said nothing as they made their way
to the al fresco table adorned with a hunter green table cloth and a crystal
vase of freshly cut wildflowers.
Goliath remembered from previous reading that it was standard etiquette
to pull out a chair for a lady. As he
did so, he nodded to the younger man across the table. "It is good to see you...ur, Lex."
"Goliath, you had us worried sick last night." Lex's chastisement came somewhat as a
shock. "Poor Angela was just about
to climb the walls. Hudson called every
hospital in the city. We checked with
Derek and Dominique, with the Maza's, and with the Xanatos and we couldn't find
you anywhere. Xanatos has been frantic
wondering where you've been for the past two days."
"I apologize for ...having caused you worry, Lex." Goliath remained stunned. He couldn't resist asking. "Derek and Dominique?"
"Yes, Angela was so worried that she called Derek and
Dominique Maza."
"What!" Elisa
screeched. "Are you saying that my
brother married to that-"
"I know you two don't like each other because Dominique is
Goliath's ex-wife, but we didn't know who else to call." Lex tried his best to calm down the
detective. "It's not like you to
be so blunt."
"Let me get this straight!
Derek is married to Dominique Destine?"
"You know she is."
Lex looked over her shoulder and waved.
Goliath and a very stupefied Elisa turned to see a young man dressed in
leather chaps and a 'Limp Bizkit' tee shirt approach them. He wasn't much taller than the slender young
man with them. The biker was lithe and
wiry and stood about six feet. Goliath
noticed the piercing, burning gaze.
Elisa saw the shock of untamed white hair.
"Brooklyn!" They
cried in unison.
"Ah, c'mon, guys! Can
the nickname. Ya know my name is Lynn
Brooks." He sat his motorcycle
helmet on the table and flashed them a friendly smile.
"Good to see ya."
His accent held a touch of the borough of the same name. He turned to face Lex. Arms went out and the powerful executive was
soon entwined in the embrace of the motorcycle enthusiast. Lex pulled Lynn's head close to his own and
they exchanged a brief, passionate kiss.
Elisa's jaw dropped as if she were going to say something and then it
closed again. Goliath sank into his
chair as if hit by lasorfire.
"Goliath, I don't think we're in our New York anymore."
TO BE CONTINUED.......