An Angel of Music: Small Packages

by Dracona Dragillin



        Gargoyles isn't mine but the rest are mine. 

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        Hannah waited patiently as the sunset.  She saw 

cracks forming in the stone statue in front of her.  At 

the moment when the sun totally disappeared, the 

statue exploded, shedding stone chips in all directions. 

And in its place stood her Eric.  

        "Good evening, sleepyhead," Hannah teased.

        Eric smiled.  He walked over to her and 

embraced her.  "So when are the others coming over 

for practice?" he asked.

        "I canceled it.  I have news that I have to tell you. 

I'll tell you when we get inside."

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        Eric made dinner and as they both were sitting 

down to eat he asked, "What is this important new?"

        "I've been doing some investigating about 

gargoyles.  I've been looking for any proof that there 

are still gargoyles out there.  So far, all I've heard are 

rumors.  Well except for that New York clan but it 

seems that they've disappeared off the face of the 

earth.  I keep getting sightings but no location where 

they live.

        But I have found something else.  There might be 

a clan in England.  They are supposed to be living in 

some abandoned castle ruins.  I thought you'd might 

like to meet them..."

        Eric sighed, "I don't know.  Hannah, you have to 

realize that my attitudes, my behavior are more 

human than gargoyle.  They might hate humanity and 

brand me as a traitor.  Of worse, they won't be able to 

accept you as my mate.  Hannah I don't want to give 

you up."

        "Eric, I never said I wanted you to leave.  Meet 

with them and see what they're like.  If it doesn't work 

out then we can just leave.  But if it does then you'll at 

least have some new friends."

        Eric touched Hannah's face.  "All right.  But 

remember, no matter what happens, I'll always stay 

with you."

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        A few weeks later, the entire band caught a 

private jet to England.  They drove to a village that 

was near the castle.  Hannah went to a sort of general 

store to get supplies.  As the clerk was getting the 

supplies, he was gossiping to Hannah.  "Going out to 

explore the ruins?  You won't find much.  Five days 

ago, an odd group of people went out there.  They 

smashed things up with they're hammers and there 

were a few explosions."

        Hannah quickly got worried.  "At what time of the 

day did this happen."

        "Late morning."

        "Who were they?"

        "I think they called themselves Quarrymen." 

When Hannah heard this she grabbed the supplies 

and threw her money on the counter.  Quickly she ran 

to the car.  "Drive!" she yelled as she jumped into the 

car.  On the way over, she told everyone the story. 

After she was done, Hannah looked over at Eric.  His 

face was a tight mask of anger.  Hannah put a 

comforting hand on his shoulder.

        Finally they reached the castle.  It was a pile of 

rubble.  They sifted through the ruins, finding stone 

body parts.  After seeing half of a broken face, 

Hannah sat down on the ground and began to cry 

softly.  

        Eric looked through the wreckage.  At last he 

dropped a stone arm and roared.  It was the loudest, 

most fearsome roar that any of the humans had 

heard.  Hannah noticed a few stray tears trickling from 

his glowing white eyes.  Eric ran off on all fours.

        "Where is he going?"  Janelle's voice was filled 

with panic.

        "Let him go.  He needs to be alone and so do I. 

Darryl, take Janelle home."  Darryl, visibly shaken and 

silent, led Janelle away.

        Hannah sat there and sobbed.  This was the 

worst thing she had seen.  So much death.  So many 

wasted lives.  After a few minutes, Hannah noticed 

something.  She heard a very soft crying noise. 

Hannah began to clear away some of the rubble. 

There was a trap door which Hannah promptly 

opened.  The crying noise got louder.  

        Hannah went down a set of stairs.  At the bottom 

was a large room that was illuminated by a glowing 

green fungus that grew on the walls.  Hannah gasped 

loudly.  There was a pile of small broken statues. 

'Children!' she thought, 'They murdered children!'  The 

crying developed into a fearful wail.  Hannah looked to 

the right and saw a small alcove.  In the alcove was a 

small figure huddling in the corner.  It was a sobbing 

little gargoyle girl with tan skin and red hair.  

        Hannah knelt down and whispered to her, 

"Sssshhh, it's going to be ok.  I won't hurt you.  I 

wasn't the one who hurt your clan.  Please little love, I 

can take care of you."  The little gargoyle ran into her 

arms, clutched her tightly, and sobbed into her 

shoulder.

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        Hannah stayed in the hotel in the village and took 

care of Anne, the little gargoyle.  She was named after 

Anne Shirley of the Anne of Green Gables books 

which Hannah loved as a child.

        At first Anne would cling to Hannah and would 

refuse to even look at Janelle or Darryl.  But slowly 

she began to brighten up and broke her silence. 

Eventually they found out why Anne was spared. 

Anne and her rookery siblings were playing hide and 

seek.  Anne hid in the alcove as the sun rose.

        Hannah couldn't wait to show her to Eric but Eric 

still hadn't returned to her.  He was still gone.  Hannah 

didn't blame him.  The sight of the ruins was still giving 

her nightmares.

        One night, Hannah heard a tap on the window. 

She opened it up and Eric stumbled in.  He plopped 

down in a chair.  "Hannah, I'm so sorry I..." he drifted 

off in mid sentence.  Hannah saw the lost lonely look 

in his eyes and hugged him hard.  "Oh Eric, it's going 

to be all right..."

        But she was interrupted.  Janelle walked in with 

Anne.  Both Anne and Eric looked at each other with 

shock.  Hannah smiled, "Eric love, meet Anne,  Our 

new adopted daughter.  And you said we wouldn't 

have children."



The End