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Stefani didn’t pause as she brought her right foot up hard, hitting the man between the legs. She implanted
her foot firmly with all the strength she could muster. As he fell, grabbing his crotch with both hands, she saw
his face. It almost didn’t look human. His teeth were sharp and angled, like something from a horror film.
Dennis didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Stefani with his left hand, opened the door with his right and shoved her
through as hard as he could.
“Hotel Monaco, room 254. Don’t go home, no matter what,” he screamed as he slammed the door behind
her.
With that, she found herself in the midst of so many frantic, hysterical girls she could barely hear herself
think. She was back in the dressing room, wondering what the heck had just happened. She grabbed her bag,
ran for the exit and, luckily for her, a taxi sat right outside.
“Drive!” she yelled as she jumped in the backseat, knocking aside a man tried to commandeer her escape
vehicle. “NOW!”
She heard the man she cast aside yell, “CREEP!” right before the taxi sped into traffic.
She felt her hands shaking, and her body started to convulse. She barely cracked the rear window in time
before she heaved black liquid to the pavement below.
Her cab driver stared in shock, “Lady, what the heck? Are you ok?”
The transformation happened quickly for Dennis. He was used to it by now, and luckily for him it only took
a matter of seconds. In his human form, he was much more vulnerable. Once he changed, it would take an
army of these slugs to bring him down. They knew this fact too well, and the bullets reached his body a fraction
of a second too late for them to be of any concern. A few simply flattened on impact. A couple penetrated, but
less than an inch. It wasn’t enough to even draw much blood.
He reached over, plucking Devin off the floor where he still lay curled up in a ball.
“She’s growing in strength, isn’t she, you maggot? You’d better be warned the next time you mess with her.”
With that, he snapped off Devin’s head like a twig. He was tired of being nice to anyone right now. If they
wanted a fight, he would kill them all.
The other two Roguls looked at their partner and decided the odds were no longer in their favor. They
flipped open the front door and ran as quickly as they could manage through the chaotically dispersing crowd.
The last step of the transformation occurred at this point, and Dennis kneeled down as two massive wings
shot out of his shoulder blades, spanning 6 feet on each side.
Dennis was no ordinary gargoyle. He was the fiercest of his kind. He was, after all, the second in command
of his clan, and his clan had been ruling for more centuries than anyone could remember. He still might be one
of the youngest members, but there was nobody who could match him in combat. No wonder the Roguls ran
like the dogs they were.
Still, if gargoyles were here, he didn’t want to battle in the presence of humans. He still needed to be
discrete. It was one thing to dispatch a Rogul slave, but it was a far different thing to fight their gargoyle
masters. He rose straight up, breaking through the ceiling, and shot into the clouds.
Flying, to Dennis, was the ultimate release in life. How humans managed to exist without the ability to soar
through the air was beyond his understanding. His strong wings propelled him forward, and he smiled as the air
rushed past his face, causing his eyes to tear a little from the onslaught.
Greg, the lone patron remaining, leaned back in his chair. From his dark, back corner, he stared at the
clustered mess. How could his plan possibly have been screwed up any worse?
Devin was somewhat lucky Dennis killed him so quickly. The punishment Greg would have doled out for
this debacle would have been far more painful and lasted beyond the point of sanity. Devin really was extremely
fortunate to have been spared. The other two were just peons and, as idiots go, had served their purpose.
The evening had not been a total loss, though. Greg had found Dennis, and he was tired of his interference.
The annoying thorn in Greg’s side might have messed up this evening’s plans, but he wouldn’t change the
conclusion. Nothing could change the role Stefani was born to fill in Greg’s orchestrated theatrical production.
Even Dennis and his clan would find it difficult to protect her. Nothing would keep Greg from fulfilling his
quest, and Stefani was an integral part of his plan. Finally, after all of these years, she would be his. Whatever
life she thought she had known would be over for good. There were only two paths ahead of her – death or