An Angel of Music: Exiled Hearts 1

by Dracona Dragillin



          Gargoyles isn't mine but the rest are mine. 

Yes, I'm bringing the show into this one.  Happy?





          Hannah began to settle in.  David Xanatos, a 

billionaire industrialist who had contolling interest in her 

recording company, had invited her to stay with him 

while she was touring around New York.  She had to 

do several concerts, publicity events, etc.  Xanatos 

did this because Apollo's Lyre was such a big hit. 

Their first album already went platinum and the 

second was heading there quickly.

          And for most of this time, she'd be separated 

from Eric.  She missed him already.  The night before 

she left, they spent alone and her body was still 

covered with the bruises and bite marks.  Hannah 

laughed to herself.  Lately Eric was getting more 

adventurous and was worrying less about hurting her. 

But he was still so gentle with her.

          Fox, Xanatos' wife, was going on a shopping 

trip with her.  They had bought several outfits and now 

were in Victoria's Secret.  Fox was trying on much 

more racier items: red, black, skimpy, leather, etc. 

Hannah was trying on more conservative yet elegant 

lingerie.  She had found a long nightgown that was so 

pale pink that it was almost white.  It had spaghetti 

shoulder straps and went down to her ankles.  It fit 

perfectly.  The nightgown accentuated her curves. 

Hannah bought it.  'I can always wear it for Eric when I 

get back,' she thought.

          "You look good in that."  Fox's comment broke 

Hannah out of her daze.  "You know what," Hannah 

said, "I think I'll buy it.  

          "You going to wear that for the mysterious Eric 

Soir?" Fox teased.

          Hannah turned and bright shade of pink.  She 

mumbled a quick "maybe".

          "Are we ever going to meet Mr. Soir?"

          "I doubt it, Fox.  Eric's very shy and hates the 

limelight.  He tries to avoid it so much that he almost 

antisocial.  But he's a really nice person, once you get 

to know him."  Hannah tried to avoid the subject by 

ducking out to purchase the nightgown. 

          Hannah turned to Fox, "I also want to stop at 

FAO Schwartz.  I promised my daughter that I'd get 

her a present."                                       

          "You have a daughter?"               

          "I adopted a little girl.  I keep her out of the 

media's reach.  Anne's very special and I don't want 

her getting hurt."

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          "I still don't like this idea!"

          Janelle watched Eric pace back and forth.  It 

was a few minutes past sunset and he was already 

worried.  "Look Eric, it's only for a few weeks.  As a 

celebrity, Hannah has to do things like this."

          "But what if she's not safe in the Eyrie Building? 

How is their security?"  

          Janelle didn't answer.  She knew that no matter 

what she answered Eric wouldn't be satisfied.  So 

Janelle just let him pace.  Darryl had avoided Eric by 

going out to get dinner.  

          But she didn't blame his nervousness. 

Gargoyles protected, that was their nature.  But he 

could not protect Hannah, his human mate or Anne, 

their adopted gargoyle daughter.  Anne was staying 

with Aunt Mary and Uncle Jack in Maine.  

          Anne had become a cheerful, chatty and totally 

charming little girl.  She was told what happened to her 

clan and she accepted Eric and Hannah as her 

adopted parents.  And everyone just loved her. 

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          After their shopping trip which lasted past 

sunset, Hannah stopped by the hotel with Fox.  She 

told Fox to wait out in the living room when she went 

into Eric's bedroom.  When she got inside, no one was 

there.  Then she heard a slightly husky voice.  "Are 

you alone?"    

          "Not exactly, someone's waiting outside for me 

but I just had to see you."

          Hannah felt Eric's warm taloned hands touch 

her back.  "I missed you too," he said while kissing 

her neck.  Hannah turned around and they both began 

to kiss each other.  Eric's wings wrapped around her. 

His hands were exploring her.  Hannah broke away 

from Eric.  "We don't have time but I wish we did."  

          He smiled at her.  Eric softly kissed her lips 

again.  They continued the kiss until there was a 

knock on the door.  "Hannah, are you ready to go?" 

asked Fox who was in the other room. 

          Hannah quickly kissed Eric and reluctantly left.

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          Owen stood waiting for them as Fox and 

Hannah got back.  "Miss Trenen, some woman, who 

says that she's your Aunt Mary, has been frantically 

calling for the last two hours.  She said that she's at 

home.  And she said that it was an emergency."

          Hannah frantically grabbed Owen's cellular 

phone.  "Hello Aunt Mary," Hannah's voice was full of 

panic. 

          "Oh God!  Hannah, something horrible has 

happened."  Hannah could her Aunt Mary practically 

sobbing over the phone.

          "What happened?"

          Now Aunt Mary really started to cry.  Hannah 

barely could make out what she was saying.  "The 

Quarrymen...they came, they came...they trashed our 

house...they hurt Jack...and they took Anne."  Then 

Aunt Mary burst into tears.  

          "Where did they take Anne?"

          "I'm not sure...maybe to their Headquarters 

here in Maine...I just don't know..."

          "How's Uncle Jack?"

          "Bruised and hurt but he'll be okay."

          "Take care of Uncle Jack.   We'll get Anne 

back."  Hannah handed the phone back to Owen and 

walked away.

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          Janelle got off the phone with Hannah and 

explained what happened to Eric and Darryl.

          "WHAT!  You just let her go off to Maine alone!"

          "NO!  Of course not!  But there's no stopping 

Hannah when she's determined and she's already on 

her way there.  She was calling from her celluar phone 

from her car.  Besides there's no way of knowing 

where they're keeping Anne."

          Eric's eyes were glowing white.  "We'd better 

go to the headquarters in New York and find out 

whatever we can."

          They got ready.  Eric then glided to the 

NewYork Headquarters with Janelle in his arms and 

Darryl on his back.  They reached the roof of the 

building and landed.  After Eric ripped the door to the 

roof off, they entered.  "We'd better split up," Eric 

quietly said, "We'll have a better chance of finding out 

where Anne is."

          They went their separate ways.  Janelle went 

down a dark hallway.  All of the sudden, someone 

grabbed her from behind.  Janelle struggled with them 

and managed to throw her attacker off.  She turned 

around and saw the Quarryman.  He got up quickly. 

Throwing all of his weight he lunged for her.  But she 

dodged him, which sent him stumbling past her. 

"You're one of the freak loving bitches from that band." 

he cursed.

          "And proud of it."  The Quarryman tried to grab 

her again but this time Janelle was really angry.  She 

let him come close and then...rammed her knee into 

his crotch as hard as she could.  He fell to the floor 

with an almost humorous moan.  Janelle glowered at 

him.  "Now, you biggoted son of a bitch, where is the 

gargoyle child?"  She paused as she grabbed his hair 

through his mask.  After giving it a good yank, she 

continued, "And make it fast because I've got PMS 

and I'm feeling really impatient."

          The Quarryman began to half sob half scream 

his answer.  But Janelle gleaned enough from his 

babblings.  Anne was in Maine and the Quarrymen 

were ready for anyone who tried to rescue her.  

          Janelle still had a hold on the Quarryman's hair. 

She then shoved her knee into his chest and let go of 

his hair.  He collapsed and fell down.  

          She was about ready to leave when she heard 

a female voice yell, "Stop!  Police!"

          Janelle sighed and put her hands up.  'Of 

course, they're probably paying off the cops too,' she 

thought, 'so you're probably screwed.'

          The cop had long black hair and dusky dark 

skin.  "Detective Elisa Maza," she announced, "What 

are you doing here?"

          "I'm just beating the crap out of this big pile of..."

          "Never mind, I think we ought to go down to the 

station for some questioning."

          "I don't have time for that."  Janelle lunged for 

the Detective's gun.  They struggled for a minute until 

Janelle wrenched it away from her.  She pointed the 

gun at the cop.  "Sorry Detective but I'm in much too 

much of a hurry."

          Janelle slowly backed out of the room, careful 

to keep the gun pointed at the Detective.  Suddenly 

something grabbed her, yanked her into the air, and 

ripped the gun away from her.  A voice growled at her, 

"I think that you can make the time."

          Janelle turned around as best as she could. 

Then she saw who was holding her up in the air, a 

seven foot lavender male gargoyle with dark hair. 

Janelle's mouth dropped open and then she said 

something that shocked the gargoyle and the 

Detective.  "Holy shit!" Janelle gasped, "There really 

are more living gargoyles."



To Be Continued...