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Carla woke slowly, her eyes focusing on the blue mist-like shadow of the man beside her on the bed. Remembering what had happened the night before, she smiled to Harkos, who was obviously still awake.
Did you sleep well, Carlita? Harkos said softly, his low voice husky from staying silent all night.
“Yeah, I did.” She said, looking down at the large wing still covering her like a blanket. She reached down slowly with a hand, putting her palm just over the mist that formed his wing, curious at the warm sensation running through her from the touch. Harkos immediately turned a bright purple, a small smile coming over his ghost-like face.
I think I found out what the colors mean. He said softly, wondering if he should be telling her such a thing. Would his feelings push her away, or would she accept them as she had accepted everything else he had shown her?
“Oh?” Carla’s smile widened as she moved her hand up the wing, and to his shoulder. Her fingers glided over his form until her palm rested against his cheek, making him hum in satisfaction at the contact.
I do not know when it happened. I hardly know you, and yet I yearn to be with you. Does that frighten you? He looked up at her bright blue eyes as she smiled softly.
“Nothing you do scares me, Harkos. Sure you’re different, and you’ve been through a lot, but I want to know everything about you. It’s almost like I’m magnetized to you.” She giggled at the thought, remembering that he had mentioned his hair was made of wire. Did that mean the rest of him was metal too?
You have been through much as well, Carlita. If not for that wretched man I would not have found you. I just… wish I could actually touch you. Harkos’ hand came up around hers, the purple of his mist causing deep warmth to run up her arm.
“Harkos, you’re fine. This is enough.” Carla smiled and gasp as Harkos moved quickly over her, looking down at her with a strange, unreadable expression.
Carla, I will be healed in a little bit, but… do you wish for me to be near you? Harkos watched her closely.
Not know what he really meant by asking that, Carla nodded softly. Harkos smiled softly and leaned down, running his mouth across her neck gently, causing warmth to run up and down Carla’s spine. Carla gasped in shock at the touch, but calmed. She arched her back slightly as Harkos moved his mouth to her collarbone, his tail lashing at the air behind him as he continued his travels. He moved his hands to her waist as he kissed down the middle of her chest, leaning his cheek against her shoulder momentarily.
I am afraid this is some wild dream my weary mind has created for me. He said softly, laying down beside her again.
“It’s real.” Carla smiled, running her fingers along the contours of what looked like long horns coming from his temples. Harkos’ wings trembled slightly at the touch, and he smiled in satisfaction.
“What, are they sensitive?” Carla grinned playfully, still running her thumb along the shadow.
I did not know they were. Harkos trembled again as she moved her fingers down to his chest, her hand splaying against his broad ribcage.
I am almost healed Carlita, but I swear to you I will be back as soon as I am able to be. Harkos looked down at her, his expression warm. I will protect you, my little one, and I will be there for you should you ever need me. He felt the strain of distance between his soul and his empty carcass pulling tightly at him, not wishing to depart. He prolonged the journey as long as he could before he was thrown back into his physical body.

Harkos awoke in the dark interior of the dungeon, the only light coming from the bars of magic containing his physical form. He saw on the other side of the bars his captor, the witch, smiling at him sweetly.
“How cute, has my little pet found someone he likes?” She sneered, and Harkos tensed.
“How did you find me?” He growled, glaring fiercely at the woman on the other side of his cage.
“It’s not so hard to track down the soul of the only gargoyle in the world, my dear. You leave quite a track of footprints. And to think all these times I’ve been killing you, I’ve let you out of your cage for a stroll. Well no more, my beast. There are ways to get my meals without killing you.” She smiled, her eyes widening in a crazed expression. Harkos watched as she stood.
“Perhaps I should bring your little friend here, so she can talk with you? Yes, I think you need a playmate.” She chuckled as Harkos growled in anger.
“Do not go near her! She has no part in this- she is only a human woman.”
“Who are you to try and tell me what to do? I’m the captor here, and you can just sit back and watch whatever happens.” The witch snapped at him and strode out the door of the dungeon.
Harkos looked down at the ground as he thought of how to help Carlita. He knew that the witch would try and kidnap Carlita, bring her here and leave her to die. He could not let that happen, but how could he warn her? How could he get to her when there was no way for him to die?
A dark thought crossed his mind as he looked down at the sharp claws on his hands, and he looked nervously at the door the witch had disappeared into. Flexing his hand slightly, Harkos nodded in his decision and plunged his claws deep into his own chest.
Fighting his own instincts, Harkos tried to make the most damage to himself he possibly could before he started to get dizzy from the pain swamping his senses. Pulling his bloody hand back out of his chest, Harkos gasped as his world spun and he blacked out once again.

Carlita! Harkos yelled into her mind, causing Carla to drop the sandwich she had just made for lunch.
“You’re back so quickly?” She looked at him in confusion as he appeared before her, very weary and disturbed.
“That’s wrong?” She walked over to him, putting a hand onto the shadow-form of the gargoyle.
My captor found out that I have been with you. Harkos said, his voice pained. I have brought danger upon you, and I had to find a way to get to you.
“What do you mean by that? She didn’t kill you? Wait- then how are you here?” Carla looked up at him with wide eyes.
I did what I had to. Harkos said with a strained voice, his wings drooped behind him as he still wore an expression of pain. My Carlita, she wants to capture you as well. I will not let her take you as she took me. You will not survive the experience. Harkos said quickly, looking in all directions as if he was expecting the witch to pop out of the wall beside him.
“Wait, why does she want me? Why is she capturing people?” Carla walked quickly over to her bedroom, taking a suitcase out of the closet to pack up her clothes in.
I do not know how it first started. She is not an immortal like me, and she has gotten the taste for flesh other than that of an animal. I believe she thinks that eating a thinking being’s meat will prolong her own life.
Carla looked up at him in horror, her eyes wide. “She wants to eat me?” She squeaked in fear, and started packing her clothes more quickly.
I doubt it, I am the only one of her captured creatures not to break under her cruelty. The others have died through despair. That is the only way an immortal can die.
“How did she get you in the first place? She’s a freaking psycho!” Carla threw the rest of her clothes in the suitcase, not bothering to keep them folded anymore.
She first captured me when I was young. I was arrogant and overconfident. I believed that she was no match for me when she challenged my clan. She captured many of us using chains of light- our only weakness.
“You lived in a clan? How long ago was this?” Carla looked up at him.
I believe… three centuries. I am not sure, it is sometimes hard to tell the passage of time. You must leave this place quickly. I will stay with you as long as I can. Harkos said, guiding her out of the room, and down the stairs of the apartment.
“Wait- where will I stay?” Carla looked over shoulder at him, noticing he had turned back into his mist form, following behind her in a bright yellow cloud down an alley.
I know of someone who will help us. I knew him before I was captured, and I just hope he has not changed too much in that time. Harkos said, his voice nervous as he floated in front of her to guide her where to go.

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Carla woke slowly, her eyes focusing on the blue mist-like shadow of the man beside her on the bed. Remembering what had happened the night before, she smiled to Harkos, who was obviously still awake.
Did you sleep well, Carlita? Harkos said softly, his low voice husky from staying silent all night.
“Yeah, I did.” She said, looking down at the large wing still covering her like a blanket. She reached down slowly with a hand, putting her palm just over the mist that formed his wing, curious at the warm sensation running through her from the touch. Harkos immediately turned a bright purple, a small smile coming over his ghost-like face.
I think I found out what the colors mean. He said softly, wondering if he should be telling her such a thing. Would his feelings push her away, or would she accept them as she had accepted everything else he had shown her?
“Oh?” Carla’s smile widened as she moved her hand up the wing, and to his shoulder. Her fingers glided over his form until her palm rested against his cheek, making him hum in satisfaction at the contact.
I do not know when it happened. I hardly know you, and yet I yearn to be with you. Does that frighten you? He looked up at her bright blue eyes as she smiled softly.
“Nothing you do scares me, Harkos. Sure you’re different, and you’ve been through a lot, but I want to know everything about you. It’s almost like I’m magnetized to you.” She giggled at the thought, remembering that he had mentioned his hair was made of wire. Did that mean the rest of him was metal too?
You have been through much as well, Carlita. If not for that wretched man I would not have found you. I just… wish I could actually touch you. Harkos’ hand came up around hers, the purple of his mist causing deep warmth to run up her arm.
“Harkos, you’re fine. This is enough.” Carla smiled and gasp as Harkos moved quickly over her, looking down at her with a strange, unreadable expression.
Carla, I will be healed in a little bit, but… do you wish for me to be near you? Harkos watched her closely.
Not know what he really meant by asking that, Carla nodded softly. Harkos smiled softly and leaned down, running his mouth across her neck gently, causing warmth to run up and down Carla’s spine. Carla gasped in shock at the touch, but calmed. She arched her back slightly as Harkos moved his mouth to her collarbone, his tail lashing at the air behind him as he continued his travels. He moved his hands to her waist as he kissed down the middle of her chest, leaning his cheek against her shoulder momentarily.
I am afraid this is some wild dream my weary mind has created for me. He said softly, laying down beside her again.
“It’s real.” Carla smiled, running her fingers along the contours of what looked like long horns coming from his temples. Harkos’ wings trembled slightly at the touch, and he smiled in satisfaction.
“What, are they sensitive?” Carla grinned playfully, still running her thumb along the shadow.
I did not know they were. Harkos trembled again as she moved her fingers down to his chest, her hand splaying against his broad ribcage.
I am almost healed Carlita, but I swear to you I will be back as soon as I am able to be. Harkos looked down at her, his expression warm. I will protect you, my little one, and I will be there for you should you ever need me. He felt the strain of distance between his soul and his empty carcass pulling tightly at him, not wishing to depart. He prolonged the journey as long as he could before he was thrown back into his physical body.

Harkos awoke in the dark interior of the dungeon, the only light coming from the bars of magic containing his physical form. He saw on the other side of the bars his captor, the witch, smiling at him sweetly.
“How cute, has my little pet found someone he likes?” She sneered, and Harkos tensed.
“How did you find me?” He growled, glaring fiercely at the woman on the other side of his cage.
“It’s not so hard to track down the soul of the only gargoyle in the world, my dear. You leave quite a track of footprints. And to think all these times I’ve been killing you, I’ve let you out of your cage for a stroll. Well no more, my beast. There are ways to get my meals without killing you.” She smiled, her eyes widening in a crazed expression. Harkos watched as she stood.
“Perhaps I should bring your little friend here, so she can talk with you? Yes, I think you need a playmate.” She chuckled as Harkos growled in anger.
“Do not go near her! She has no part in this- she is only a human woman.”
“Who are you to try and tell me what to do? I’m the captor here, and you can just sit back and watch whatever happens.” The witch snapped at him and strode out the door of the dungeon.
Harkos looked down at the ground as he thought of how to help Carlita. He knew that the witch would try and kidnap Carlita, bring her here and leave her to die. He could not let that happen, but how could he warn her? How could he get to her when there was no way for him to die?
A dark thought crossed his mind as he looked down at the sharp claws on his hands, and he looked nervously at the door the witch had disappeared into. Flexing his hand slightly, Harkos nodded in his decision and plunged his claws deep into his own chest.
Fighting his own instincts, Harkos tried to make the most damage to himself he possibly could before he started to get dizzy from the pain swamping his senses. Pulling his bloody hand back out of his chest, Harkos gasped as his world spun and he blacked out once again.

Carlita! Harkos yelled into her mind, causing Carla to drop the sandwich she had just made for lunch.
“You’re back so quickly?” She looked at him in confusion as he appeared before her, very weary and disturbed.
“That’s wrong?” She walked over to him, putting a hand onto the shadow-form of the gargoyle.
My captor found out that I have been with you. Harkos said, his voice pained. I have brought danger upon you, and I had to find a way to get to you.
“What do you mean by that? She didn’t kill you? Wait- then how are you here?” Carla looked up at him with wide eyes.
I did what I had to. Harkos said with a strained voice, his wings drooped behind him as he still wore an expression of pain. My Carlita, she wants to capture you as well. I will not let her take you as she took me. You will not survive the experience. Harkos said quickly, looking in all directions as if he was expecting the witch to pop out of the wall beside him.
“Wait, why does she want me? Why is she capturing people?” Carla walked quickly over to her bedroom, taking a suitcase out of the closet to pack up her clothes in.
I do not know how it first started. She is not an immortal like me, and she has gotten the taste for flesh other than that of an animal. I believe she thinks that eating a thinking being’s meat will prolong her own life.
Carla looked up at him in horror, her eyes wide. “She wants to eat me?” She squeaked in fear, and started packing her clothes more quickly.
I doubt it, I am the only one of her captured creatures not to break under her cruelty. The others have died through despair. That is the only way an immortal can die.
“How did she get you in the first place? She’s a freaking psycho!” Carla threw the rest of her clothes in the suitcase, not bothering to keep them folded anymore.
She first captured me when I was young. I was arrogant and overconfident. I believed that she was no match for me when she challenged my clan. She captured many of us using chains of light- our only weakness.
“You lived in a clan? How long ago was this?” Carla looked up at him.
I believe… three centuries. I am not sure, it is sometimes hard to tell the passage of time. You must leave this place quickly. I will stay with you as long as I can. Harkos said, guiding her out of the room, and down the stairs of the apartment.
“Wait- where will I stay?” Carla looked over shoulder at him, noticing he had turned back into his mist form, following behind her in a bright yellow cloud down an alley.
I know of someone who will help us. I knew him before I was captured, and I just hope he has not changed too much in that time. Harkos said, his voice nervous as he floated in front of her to guide her where to go.