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Previously, I'd had a long conversation with Matt about what had happened to me, and resolved to tell my parents as well.  Goliath and I had set off to meet with them.

Looking back on it, I wonder what I was really so nervous about.  Was it about what had happened to me?  Or was it that Goliath was with me, coming with me to meet my parents.  Confused as I was back then, it was probably a little of both.

As we neared my parent's apartment, I said a silent prayer of thanks that it had been an unusually warm night and that the bedroom window had been left open.  Sinking my talons into the side of the building, fanning my wings out to slow myself, it all proved frighteningly easy.  Adjusting those wings so I could slip inside proved harder.  It was dark in the bedroom, dark in the hallway beyond.  The only light came from the other end of the apartment. 

"Mom?  Dad?"  I called out.

"Elisa?" my mother asked.  "How did you..."  I heard their footsteps coming and hid myself behind the door.

"Don't...don't come in here.  Don't turn on the lights.  Please." I said.  "I need to talk to you first.  Something... something's happened to me.  Something... pretty big."

"What do you mean 'something's' happened to you?" Dad asked.

Mom was quicker on the uptake.  I could tell she already had tears in her eyes when she asked, "You mean... something like what happened to Derek, don't you?"

I fought back tears of my own.  It would have been easier that way.  Derek at least stood a chance of someone finding a cure.  "Almost," I said softly.  I steeled myself, knowing that this had to be hard for them as well.  Being cryptic and secretive wasn't doing anyone any good.  "I'm going to come out where you can see me."

Both my parents gasped as I stepped into view.  My father's face was fighting for control over his emotions, while my mother weapt openly, burrying her face in his shoulder.  For a long moment, no one did anything.  Then, almost as one person, we embraced.  After what seemed like forever, we broke away.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Oh, my baby..." Mom cried.

"Elisa, you've got nothing to be sorry about," Dad said.  "It's who did this to you that should be sorry.  Xanatos and Sevarius..."

"No.  Not them.  Not this time."

"Then who?"

"That's... complicated.  A long story.  And for any of it to make any sense, there's someone you have to meet."  I turned toward the window.  "Goliath?  You can come in now."

My parents gapsed again as Goliath brought himself into the room.  "Did... someone do this to you too?" Mom asked.

"No," Goliath said, shaking his head.  "I am as I have always been.  A Gargoyle."

"I don't understand."

"Please, Mister and Mrs. Maza, sit.  This is a rather long story."  Goliath seemed awkward again, as though frightened by my parents.  "It began over a thousand years ago..."

We told them everything.  About the Wyvern Massacre and the Magus's spell.  About how Xanatos revived the Clan and how I first met them.  About the move to the Clock Tower.  About MacBeth and Demona.  Everything.  And of course, about the night before.

"If I wasn't seeing proof with my own eyes, I'd never have believed it," Dad said when we were done.  For a moment, he had a faraway look in his eyes.

"What is it, Dad?" I asked.

"Nothing, I guess.  This Puck character just reminds me of the Coyote spirit my father used to tell me stories about."

"What are you going to do now?" Mom asked.  "You could stay here with us, I guess... Or with your brother..."

"No."

"What?"

"No," I said again, surprising myself.  "I'm staying with Goliath and the Clan."

"Elisa," both my father and Goliath began.  Surprised, they exchanged a look. 

"Don't try and talk me out of this.  Any of you.  If I...  If I have to be like this, then I need to dosomething with it.  I was already involved with all the craziness before.  Seems to late to back out now.  I took an oath to protect this city.  Changing what I am doesn't change that.  Just how I'll do it."

My parents' expressions were carefully neutral.  They had always respected our right to make our own choices, even if they were choices they disagreed with.  But this may have been asking too much.

"As you certain that is what you wish to do, Elisa?" Goliath asked.

"I don't know much of anything right now.  But I know I have to do something.  Keeping up with you guys is the best bet."

There was a long, quiet moment.

"Is there... anything we can do?" Mom asked.

"Soon, maybe," I said.  "We've got to get some things sorted out.  We'll need your help for that.  Otherwise, just be prepared for the Call."

Both of them understood.  Dad had been a police officer, and Derek and I had followed in his footsteps.  We all knew about the Call.  The call that a loved one had disappeared while on duty.  That they were 'missing.'  But you saw enough of your fellow boys in the blue go 'missing' and you learned it more than likely meant 'dead.'

The barest hint of a smile tugged at my lips.  "Oh.  And get Cagney for me.  Poor girl's been alone for a while now."

"We... we can do that," Dad said.

"We should go," Goliath said.  "The journey here was long and we should be back at the Clock Tower before dawn."

As we started to leave, I sat hunched in the window for a moment.

"Elisa," Dad started.

"Yeah, Dad?"

"We love you.  Always will.  And we know you'll make us proud, no matter what."

"Just be careful.  Please," Mom added.

"I will," I said, as I launched myself out the window, and spread my wings.


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