"Trust him, Ruby," Marcus said. "If nothing else, he'll outdo her in speed and energy both. We don't have anyone faster than he is. We have to trust he knows how to hold out until either he finishes her or we find a way to get to him. Right now, we have to make sure these things don't crush us or we won't be able to help him."
"Ruby, get that little dude on your six," Michael ordered, seeing a small gargoyle rushing up behind her.
"Get out!" Pearl shouted at Angus, throwing firebolts at him. Desperate, she flung a blade at him that he hadn't seen coming and it caught him in his shoulder, right through his magic wrap. It stunned him for a moment, and then he got angry. He fired a cruciatus at her, and she fell to the floor, writhing and screaming in pain.
"Pearl, stop," a fragile voice sounded from the bed, behind the curtains. Angss went over to the bed and, using his rapier, he slashed down the drepes on one side. He was horrified.
There, in the bed was the saddest looking excuse for a human being Angus had ever seen. The man had no muscle mass left at all. He was extremely old, and there was nothing left of him but grayish skin draped losely over a skeletal form. Angus's heart instantly went out to the man.
"Pearl, stop," the old man begged. "Stop, for Merlin's sake."
"I still have time," she desperately aimed at Angus again.
"Avada..." she began.
"Avada Kedavra!" Angus shouted quickly, firing. Everything seemed, to Angus, to stop for a moment. Pearl looked aghast, frozen, shocked that someone had gotten to her. And then her spirit lifted out of her body and faded.
"Thank God, the old man wept. "Thank God. At long last. Bless you, young man." Angus realized quickly he wasn't feeling well at all, and he suddenly collapsed alongside the bed.
"Her blade. It's the blade," the old man said. He picked up a small vial on his nightstand and took the cork out of it. Before Angus could react, the old man found the strength somewhere to pour the entire contents of the vial down Angus's throat. "Give that a moment, and you'll start to feel better."
It took Angus a moment to start to regain himself.
"Who are you?" Angus asked, trying to sit up.
"Elwood Sanders," he said. "She was my wife, my caretaker, and my jailer. I've been her prisoner here for 80 damned long hideous years."
"80 years? But why?" Angus frowned.
"I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. A disease to my magical system. I was 42. Pearl swore she'd find me a cure. What she found instead was an ability to drain another witch or wizard of their magical system's energies, and she would steal them and infuse them into me. It kept me alive but little more. And to do it, she had to kill--over and over and over. You don't know how long I've begged her to let me go, but she was never able to do it. And so I've been stuck here, languishing and suffering for 80 long hideous years. I don't know who you are, but you are the answer to 80 years of constant prayer."
"I'm afraid I'm trapped here with you. She cast a magical barrier to separate me from my companions on the lower floors," Angus said.
"Over there," Elwood pointed. Angus looked and saw, on a pedistal, a bust of a beautiful woman's head. "There's a compartment in the pedistal. Open the compartment and put the necklace around her neck. That'll do it. Here." Elwood took off his wedding band. "You'll need this." Angus managed to get himself to his feet and he made his way to the pedistal, used Elwood's ring to open the compartment and put a huge jeweled necklace around the neck of the bust.
At that moment, downstairs, the barrier went out. The gargoyles crumbled on their own into dust. Angus's energy left him, and his legs gave way. He fell to a seated position on the floor in front of the pedistal.
"You won't die, but it may take you a bit to recover from her poison. It was one of her specialties, I'm afraid," Elwood told him. "What's your name?"
"Angus. Angus Donohue. I think you're the great grandfather of my wife. Charlotte was her grandmother."
"I have a great granddaughter?" he asked, tears running down his face.
"And three great grandsons and a new great great granddaughter," Angus said.
"You...are my son," Elwood was trying to absorb having a great grandson-in law, and great grandchildren. "She didn't kill you all, then. I have some family left. I thought she killed you all."