Story Description: If you give a butcher knife to someone, they’ll want a motel to go with it. Catch my drift?

All characters belong to Buena Vista/Disney. Character base ideas belong to Robert Bloch and Universal Studios.

Okkay, before I start this I have to give some credit to Lisette.  She had written up Titanic: Gargoyles Style.  So, I’m writing up Psycho: Gargoyles Style.  Only mine has a different twist to it. Much different.

Warning: This contains some violence, but nothing too gruesome. It also contains a bit of nudity, but lets face it. Who doesn’t get nude to get washed, huh?

Cast of characters (so if you want follow along)

Puck...narrator (and general plot line director)
Preston Vogel (giggles)...Norman Bates (I would’ve used Owen, but...)
Angela...Marion Crane
Elisa Maza...Lila Crane
Goliath...Sam Loomis
Matt Bluestone...Detective Arbogast
Dr. Anton Sevarius... Dr. Nicolas Steiner
Titania...Preston’s mother. (Like I’ve said, someone has to play mother!) (giggles)

Okkay people. In case you are wildly confused as to where any of this is going, let me help you.

Title: Psycho
Author: Robert Bloch

Oh, and for future obsessions.

Title: Psycho II
Author: Robert Bloch

Title: Psycho House
Author: Robert Bloch

Amazon.com and Barnesandnoble.com are both online bookstores (in case you didn’t know) I would try Amazon first because they’re cheaper. Now for the nitpickers.

I go mainly by the book version of Psycho, but with a bit of the movie thrown in. Why? Because I only have movie sounds with the book as my plot outline, so if you don’t like it, well too bad!

And now. For my lovely story.
 

Fey

    Puck sighed.  It had been a few years since he had seen Titanic and no other movie had really caught his eye. Well, perhaps Armageddon, but that was all death and destruction, and hadn't enough meteors hit the earth yet?  He let out another sigh as he tried to think of something to do.  He watched from above as Elisa watched the Gargoyles turn into their flesh selves.  Goliath had all ready thrown away the Phoenix Gate and there was nothing Puck could do about it, but this boredom thing was really getting on his nerves.  He chuckled though as he saw Preston Vogel get out of the car and head for the Eyrie building. He probably had some business with Fox to take care of.  Slowly, but surely, and idea formed in the fey's head. Vogel seemed awfully shy around some people. Goliath and Elisa sure seemed to love each other, and Goliath had once loved Demona.  Finally, Puck smiled. It was brilliant and only someone of his stature could pull something like it off.   He teleported down to the where the Gargoyles and Elisa were.

    Goliath smiled as each of his friends flew off to their designated areas.  The trio were on watch, Angela was to stay home for a while as well as Hudson, Bronx, and Goliath himself.  Currently though, his arms were wrapped around Elisa in a hug as he saw something fly pass along with a chuckle.  Elisa pulled away from Goliath and watched as the thing flew around them and chuckled.

 "Hello gang!" Puck said happily as he came to a stop in front of Hudson, Angela, Bronx, Goliath, and Elisa.

 "Puck! What do you want?" Goliath asked amazed to see the fey out of his human attire.

Puck smiled. "Guess what movie I've seen recently?" Puck asked.

Elisa, Goliath, Angela, and Bronx all seemed to sigh. "Puck, we really don't want to know." Elisa said remembering their last trip with the fey.

Puck pouted, but the smile remained on his lips. "But it's such a good movie! And I've got the perfect character for everyone." Puck said happily.

 "We do not have the Phoenix Gate." Goliath said.

Puck nodded. "I know, and I don't care. I just wanna see if this'll be cool like last time. Ready? One...two...three!"

 

 Preston Vogel sat in the plush chair by the window.  He loved the book he was reading, Sophocles' Oedipus Rex.  Oedipus was the king of Thebes and he was just finding out that his parents, who were the king and queen of Corinth, weren't his real parents. Instead, Oedipus had married his mother, who had given him up when he was born.

Preston read on with interest. He was getting to the part where Oedipus would poke out his eyes because of what happened, but as he read the passage, it seemed to stick in his mind. Over and over he would read the same passage:

       I would blot out from my mind what happened next!

    For the King ripped from her gown the golden brooches that were her

ornament, and raised them, and plunged them down straight into his own

eyeballs, crying, "No more, no more shall you look on the misery about me,

the horrors of my own doing! Too long you have known the faces of those whom

I should never have seen, too long been blind to those for whom I was

searching! From this hour, go in darkness!" and as he spoke, he struck at

his eyes-not once, but many times; and the blood spattered his beard,

bursting from his ruined sockets like red hail.

Preston gagged after reading that passage for the sixth time; he was finally able to take his eyes from the book.  He looked at his hands to see them trembling.  He sighed, closed the book and laid it on his lap.  He would read more in a moment; he was nearly finished, but right now he needed a---

He heard her come down.  She had awoken from her nap and was coming down the stairs.  His hands trembled, but he fixed that by sitting on them.  Now she was behind him.

"What's that boy?" she asked as she looked over him.

"A...a book mother.  I was reading it while you came down." Preston said, trying not to sound nervous.

"I bet.  I also bet you forgot to turn the sign on."

"Well, I was caught up reading and-"

"And what? And you forgot to turn on the sign!  In a few minutes it'll begin to rain and people need places to stay in the rain.  No traveler in their right mind would travel in the rain.  Now go turn that sign on boy!" Mother said, her hands on her hips.

Preston took a deep breath. "Yes mother."  Mother placed her hands on the sides of Preston's head, her fingers covering his temples.

"Go ahead.  Think it. Say it.  No matter what you do, I can feel it Preston, because I'm your mother.  Go ahead, say it.  Mother's a bitch.  Mother's a fucking bitch.  Isn't that right boy? Go. Go turn the sign on."

"I..."

"I know what you meant Preston.  Now go, or we'll have no guests for the night."  Preston stood and walked down the driveway and walked into the office of the motel. He went behind the desk and pushed a button.  As he looked outside from the window he could see the light flicker on.

"Reynard Motel"

  He sighed as he headed back to his desk. He needed to get away from mother and the house for a while. Someday he would just leave mother.  He opened a drawer in the desk and took out a bottle of whiskey. He took a sip and then sighed as he put it back underneath.  He had sworn off whiskey, but a drink every now and then wouldn't hurt.  He sat behind the desk and made sure everything was in order.

Angela had promised Goliath that she would meet him and Elisa in South Village, but with the looks of the weather, it looked as if she might be staying over soon.  The reason for South village was that all three of them needed a vacation.  A good long vacation.  Elisa couldn't keep up with the chores of daily life, Angela needed a rest from just being and Goliath needed a rest from saving people from everything.  The rain slowly began to come down, but it was a hard rain and within minutes Angela was soaked.  She sighed as she drove along on the muddy path.  She watched for signs hoping that one would point out a nearby village, town, city, bar, or even a motel. Motels had seemed to pop up within the past few years.  They were nice, but Goliath and Angela couldn't seem to get used to them.  After a few more miles, Angela spotted it.

Reynard Motel - Vacancy

Angela smiled and sighed with relief.  She drove faster and within minutes was at the door of the main room.  She opened it and walked in.

Preston looked up to see the soaking gargoyle walk in. Angela walked up to the front desk, laid her arms on it and smiled. "Do you have a vacancy?" Angela asked. Preston's face was blank.

"No," Angela's face looked sad for a moment, "We have 12 vacancies.  12 rooms, 12 vacancies." Preston said. Angela smiled.

"Good, I'd like a room.  How much?"

"Seven dollars single, ten double. Must be paid up front." Preston said as he reached for the guestbook.  Angela smiled  and reached for her coin purse. She extracted the seven dollars and laid them on the desk.  Preston took and stowed them and laid the guestbook in front of Angela.

"If you'd kindly sign in."  Preston said. Angela nodded, took the pen and signed her name into the guestbook. Preston, who had learned how to read upside down, examined the name.

Angela - Clan Manhattan

Preston smiled as Angela turned the guestbook back to him.  He put the number six next to her name and took the keys from the back wall.

"I hope room six will be all right."

Angela shrugged, "You're the manager."

Preston led her to the room and opened it. Angela walked in and laid her bag on the bed.  She looked around. "Um, there's a flashlight in the table next to you, along with some stationary that says `Reynard Motel' on it to send back to your friends to make them jealous. Feel free to come up to the house if you need anything." Angela nodded and began to pull some clothes from her bag.

"Do you know of any place close by that serves some good food?" Angela asked as she turned to Preston. Vogel nodded.

"South Village is the nearest town.  They have a diner that stays open all night.

They serve some real good food,--" Preston watched as Angela seemed to frown.

He sighed, "No, you wouldn't be up to walking in that rain. Uh...Mother's asleep, so I suppose you could come to the house and share a light snack with me.  I was planning to eat after you got settled in anyway."

Angela smiled. "I'd love to.  Go on ahead, I want to freshen up a bit first."  Preston nodded and left, closing the door behind him.  He hoped he knew what he was doing.

Angela walked up to the house and turned out the flashlight when she reached the door.  She gently knocked and waited.  Preston opened the door and let her in. He led her to the kitchen and the two sat down around the table.  Cheese, bread, and apple slices were arranged on a nice clean cutting board.  Angela smiled and took an apple slice, Preston, some bread. "So, what were you doing in the rain?" Preston asked, trying to make some

small talk.

"I was hoping to travel a little longer.  I'm suppose to be meeting my father and his girlfriend in a few days."  Preston nodded.

"So, how long have you had the motel up?" Angela asked.

"Oh, well Mother and I have been running it for about ten years now."  Angela actually seemed interested.

"You live here with your mother?"  Preston nodded.

"Can I meet her?" Angela asked.

He looked up to Angela. "Mother? You want to meet m-my mother? Um, what is the phrase?...Mother isn't quite herself today." Preston said nervously. That's one thing Angela had noticed about this strange little man. He seemed...neurotic.

"Oh,...well, thanks for the snack. I suppose I should get to bed. I'm leaving in the morning."

"To South Village I suppose. That's the closet town from here." Angela nodded.

Preston nodded as well.

"Again, thanks for dinner. Good-bye Preston."  Preston waved as the woman left the kitchen.

"She's a nice little bitch." Preston's mother proclaimed. Preston looked up to see mother standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Mother! What are you doing out of bed?" Preston asked, a tad surprised. He had thought his mother was napping.

"Well, I had to come see the little whore that had entered our house." mother said as she walked over to Preston.

"Don't call her that. Angela is very nice." Preston said in Angela's defense. Angela hadn't been very talkative, but he knew she was nice.

"Oh. So you know her name? Well, all the more for me to hurt her." Mother replied, heading back to the kitchen door. Preston began to breathe heavily. Perhaps his asthma attack was coming back.

"But...she's harmless...she's as harmless as that little stuffed bird." Preston proclaimed. His breathing getting in the way of his words. Mother smiled that evil smile she got when she didn't want her boy to be messed with.

"All the more for me to kill her." Mother replied.

Preston stood. "No mother. You are going back to bed." Preston said as he escorted his mother to the stairs. Mother walked up as Preston stayed at the bottom and watched.

When mother had disappeared, Preston headed for the motel office. He needed a drink. A good long, hard drink. That would make him feel all better. He knew he really shouldn't but he couldn't help it.

 Angela undressed and walked into the small shower stall. The night was pretty warm and so was the water. A mirror stood next to the shower and Angela examined herself. She would readily admit she wasn't the prettiest girl in all of New York, but she wasn't the worse. She was smooth and had no blemishes of any sort. She was in pretty good shape, considering the food she ate.

Preston took another swig of the bottle and looked at the picture that hung next to him. He could peer through the peep hole and see the young gargoyle. She was probably brushing her teeth or something. A goofy grin, a lopsided goofy grin over came Preston's face as he moved the picture and peeped through the hole to see the naked Angela examining herself. Preston's eyes widen, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. She slowly stepped into the shower and Preston couldn't see her anymore.

Stupid whore, get out. I want to see more. he thought as he took another swig of the bottle. He heard Angela beginning to hum to herself and he took one last swig before a tingling sensation over came him. He tried standing to walk off the sensation but he fell to the ground before even taking a step. His body began to convulse horribly and he couldn't control it. His whole body seemed to twitch. He watched as the room slowly blacked out and the twitching worsen. Then he lost all consciousness.

Angela hummed her small song while pouring some water over her right arm. The water made her feel fresh this time of night. She began to pour water over her left arm, when she heard a door shut. She turned to the side to see who was coming, and saw a shadow. She thought it was odd that, what appeared to be an old lady, was coming towards her showed. The old woman pushed the curtain back. "Why hello Mrs...." Angela trailed off as Preston's mother slowly raised her arm. In the white light, Angela could see the glint of silver come off her hand, but before Angela could do anything her head lulled off and rolled to the inside of her room. Her body slid down  the shower wall, and all that was left was the blood where her head and neck had said Adieu.

When Preston awoke, he knew something wasn't right.  He stood and brushed himself off and went to look behind the picture again.  He saw some blood on the ground and began to worry.  Perhaps Angela had slid and landed on something sharp.  Maybe she was hurt and couldn't call him for help.  He put the picture back and went to her room.  As he walked in, his sensation of something not being right grew.  As he neared the room before you got to the shower, he saw it.  It was her head. Preston took a long blink and felt his throat grow tight.  He placed his hands over his mouth and quickly turned. His eyes were wide and his face was white.

The only thing keeping him from falling was that he was leaning against the wall.  When he finally felt his stomach simmer he removed his hands and without thinking he cried out, "Mother! Mother! Oh God! Mother! Blood! Blood!" Preston quickly put his hands over his mouth again.  What happened if someone had heard him?  He took a deep breath and headed for the house.  He grabbed a sack, a broom, and a bucket of clean water.  Back in the room, Preston quickly picked up the head and stuffed it deep within the back.  He stood near the shower. He wanted leave the body there, but he might have to give the room out, and he didn't want to do that.  He went into the shower and dragged the body out.  He stuffed that into the bag as well and began shoving her other things in the sack as well.  He found half an earring on the floor near the bed and threw that into the sack, then he began to look for the other earring.  After he had thoroughly searched the room for the earring, he gave up and headed for the giant swamp nearby.  He would dump the body there and then that would be the end of it.  He could make up some sort of story that she had headed to Brooklyn and that was that. He just hoped it would go over well, especially if the police ever came.

It had been nearly three weeks and all had gone well for Preston. Oh sure he had to make a few adjustments around the house, some which he had hated to do.  For starters, he took away mother's set of keys.  He made sure the house was locked at all time so that she couldn't get out, and when she was napping he also made sure that her bedroom door was locked. He hated locking mother up, but if he didn't she might try to kill again and he didn't want

that again.  He avoided giving room number six out at all times, which wasn't too hard.  There were eleven other rooms vacant. Three couples had come to stay at the motel and all had come and gone without a sound, or word.  Everything was going just well for the Reynard Motel.

Goliath and Elisa began to worry after Angela hadn't shown up for the second week.  She was suppose to meet them in South Village two weeks ago and when she hadn't, the two began to worry.  They were now in the diner and nothing seemed to be going right.  They asked the diner manager and some of the locals if they had seen the gargoyle, but nothing had showed. The two had decided to lodge at the town's hotel. It was only a few dollars and they got a free breakfast.  Their luck slowly began to change though as they saw Matt strolling out in the square.

Goliath smiled and walked up to him. "Bluestone. What are you doing here?"  Goliath asked.

Matt smiled in return. "I was transferred to this precinct. I wanted to patrol a safer area for a while. I need a break from the action."

Elisa smiled. "Hope all is going well for you Matt." She said.

Matt nodded. "And how about with you Elisa? What are you doing here?"

"Vacation. We're supposed to be meeting Angela, but we haven't been able to find her."

"Oh? You haven't? When was she supposed to arrive?" Matt asked with interest.

"Two days ago. Traffic can't be that bad, can it?" Elisa asked.

Matt shook his head. "Not up here. There's a motel a few miles out, back over by the fork. If you'd like I could head out to there and check the place out for you."

Goliath nodded. "Thank you Bluestone, we would like that."

 Preston yawned as he sat at the desk being very bored.  Mother required him to spend at least two hours of the afternoon in the office and so he was taking his two hours now.  He only had another hour to go and then he could go back inside and read.  He looked up though as Matt walked in.

"Hi Preston." Matt said simply as he looked around.

"Hi Matt, can I help you?" Preston asked calmly. Preston knew if Matt asked about the girl he could easily give the same lie he had given to others.

"Um yeah, can I look at your guestbook?" Matt asked as he stopped in front of the desk. Preston shook his head.

"Police and government people--" Preston stopped as he saw Bluestone pull out a special P.I. badge.  Preston nodded and pulled out the guestbook.  Matt looked down at the book reading the names and stopped at Angela's.   He pointed to the name and looked at Preston.

"When did she leave?" Matt asked.  Preston shrugged.

"About three weeks ago."

"Where to?"

"I heard her mention Brooklyn."

"Did she say why?"

"To meet a friend, I think.  Not sure."

"Did anyone other than you see her leave?" Matt asked.  Something was suspicious. Angela never got the name of a city wrong. Never.  Preston began to grow nervous.  He gulped.

"No one but mother and me." Preston blurted out. Matt nodded.

"May I talk to your mother then?" Matt asked.

Preston began shaking his head ferociously. "Mother's sleeping and she doesn't like to be awakened from her naps.  If you could come back some other time I'm sure she'd be willing to obliged, but not now, and with the way she is nowadays I would suggest never."  Preston said. Bluestone examined Vogel and could see some sort of anger growing in him.

"I'd only ask her a few questions."

Preston sighed. "Come up to the house in five minutes.  She'll be up by then." Matt agreed and watched as Preston left.

Five minutes later Bluestone knocked on the door.  The door opened, but no one was around. He realized that it hadn't been shut tightly.  Matt walked in and looked around.  He was amazed at how old the little house seemed to be.

"Hello? Preston?" Matt called out.  He watched as someone descended down the stairs.

"Oh, why hello Mrs. ..." Matt stopped as he saw the glint of silver come from her hand, but his words were also cut off as his throat was neatly sliced.  His body fell down and all that was left was the blood and body of Matt Bluestone.

Preston came out from the kitchen, he was planning to fix himself lunch when he found the body and nearly fainted.  He tried to keep himself from throwing up, anything other than having to look at the body.  He brushed back some of his hair and went to get a bucket of clean water and another large sack.  Preston had known that waking mother was a bad idea, but Matt had insisted and what could Preston do?  He sighed as he put the body in the bag and began to try and scrub the blood out of the Persian carpet mother had bought so long ago. When he realized cleaning the carpet wasn't helping any he had the perfect idea.  As he walked back from dumping the sack in the lake he made a slight detour into the kitchen and stomped his foot down on the door in the floor.  The door led to a special type of cellar where he kept all the old furniture, but in that cellar was a smaller cellar where he kept the whiskey.  He walked back into the entryway, rolled up the carpet and dragged it down to the cellar. Then he ran up to mothers room and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Mother called out. Preston opened the door and smiled.

"Mother, pack up a few things.  You're going somewhere else for a while."

Tears began to well up in Mother's eyes. "I knew it.  You're planning to take me to the old folks home in Manhattan." Mother said as she stood and packed a few belongings.

"No. Not at all. Just follow me."  Preston said.

He and mother walked down all the way into the cellar and he opened the fruit cellar door.

"You're staying here."

The tears flowed down mother's cheeks now. "No! I will not hide in the fruit cellar!  You think I'm fruity, huh?" Mother asked with a small quick chuckle.  Preston sighed and gently pushed his mother in.

"No. Now please, just stay there.  I'll explain when everything is over.  I love you mother. Honestly I do."  Preston said closing the door.

"I love you too boy." Mother said in a voice that sounded all most demonic.

"Four days Elisa.  Four days and no trace of Angela has shown, and Matt hasn't returned.  I think we should go out to that motel and inspect in for ourselves." Goliath said stubbornly.

Elisa sighed.  As much as she hated to admit it, Goliath was right.  It was time for them to take matters into their own hands. They headed out for Reynard's Motel.

Preston looked outside the window of the lobby and his eyes widen at the site of the girl next to the gargoyle. She's dead! Preston exclaimed in his head, but the thought slowly subsided as he recognized it as not Angela, but some other woman. The two entered and Elisa didn't smile as she requested a room.

"Of course. Please, sign the guestbook." Preston said as he opened the book and placed it in front of Elisa.  Elisa's eyes went down the book and she noted Angela's room.  As Elisa signed the guestbook she also placed the room number. Six.  As Preston read the guestbook he chuckled nervously.

"I'm sorry, but I don't give out room number six this time of year." Preston explained.

Elisa's face was still stone cold. "My friend and I want that room.  I'll pay extra."  Elisa said monotone.

Preston sighed and nodded.  He motioned to the door. "It's unlocked." He said.  Preston had been doing some extra cleaning.  Blood was so hard to get out of everything.  Especially that shower.

Goliath and Elisa entered the room and began searching for anything that would give way that Angela had stayed there.  After a moment Goliath found the other earring Preston could never find. Goliath found it under the bed.

"Elisa! Look! Angela's earring." Goliath whispered somewhat loudly, but not soft enough. Preston heard the cry from the lobby and ran to the house. Got to make sure mother stays quiet! He thought as he headed down to the cellar.

Elisa examined the earring. "Go search the house and I'll go get the police from South Village. Something is

definitely not right."  Goliath nodded and the two separated.

As Elisa entered the house (again, the door hadn't been shut properly) she gasped at how old it looked.  Her stomach rumbled and she realized she was hungry. It won't hurt if I have a little snack. She thought as

she headed for the kitchen.  As she entered it she found the floor door open.  Wonder what's down there. Elisa thought as she headed down the stairs.  She smiled as she saw all the food hidden in the semi-basement. She saw the fruit cellar opened part way and headed for the door. She opened the door and screamed as a woman held a knife up in the air.  She looked extremely old.  As she held the knife in the air, the old woman screamed out, "I am Priscilla Vogel!" As the woman brought down the knife it clashed with another sharp object and as the woman looked up from staring at Elisa her eyes collided with the eyes of Goliath.

"Leave her alone old woman." Goliath said. Priscilla dashed for the knife but only headed straight for Goliath's foot.  Goliath picked up Priscilla who was struggling. Goliath held her tight and took off the wig to reveal...Preston! The police who had come with Goliath looked at each other in confusion.

"Preston? What's he doing dressed like his mother?" the men asked each other.

"My poor boy. I tried explaining to him that hiding me would never work. He should have never let that detective in the house." Preston, or rather, Priscilla said aloud.  The men, their eyes wide looked at the wo/man.

"Come on Priscilla, you're going to a better place now." Elisa said as everyone headed out of the cellar.

 

Goliath, Elisa and Dr. Anton Sevarius all watched Preston behind the bars of the cell door.

"We never thought that Preston would have killed his mother." Sevarius said, shaking his head.  Goliath and Elisa looked at Anton, startled.

"Preston killed his mother?" they asked in unison. Sevarius nodded.

"Preston's father ran off when he found out that Priscilla was pregnant. About ten years ago Preston's mother was dating a nice young man and one day Preston accidentally ran into them while they were...well, it was a very embarrassing moment for all of them.  Preston was never the same again and some of our people who work with him believe that that's when Preston cracked. Other believe it was when they were having their second dinner together.  It was Priscilla's boyfriend who had suggested putting up the motel.  Anyway, at dinner Priscilla announced that she and her boyfriend were planning to marry. Some think that this announcement threw Preston off.  When it was time for coffee he had laced it with wine and a poison.  Not just any poison, but strychnine poison.  Priscilla and her fiancé suffered convulsions, but not unconsciousness. The victims usually die from asphyxiation, when the chest muscles stiffen.  Preston must have watched it all and it was too much to bear.  While he watched them die he had written the suicide note that had thrown the community off.  Preston and Priscilla's hand writing were so similar that no one could tell the difference." Anton tried ending there.

Elisa nodded. "So for years Preston was forced to live as three people.  Grown Preston who ran the motel, Little Preston who had to follow mothers orders, and as Priscilla, whom he killed."  Elisa offered.

Sevarius nodded. "But what about the body in the basement?" Goliath asked.

"Preston had studied taxonomy.  He had actually preserved mother pretty well."

Elisa and Goliath looked at each other. "I'm glad it's over.  He can't hurt anyone now." Goliath said.

 

But it wasn't really over.

 

Priscilla sat in her room looking as the fly that had entered flew around. She smiled. She wouldn't really try to hurt the fly.  No.  That was Preston's job and Preston was dead.  Preston had always claim that it was really Mother's fault. She was the one who had killed those people, but it wasn't.  It was the bad man's fault, but now the man was dead and she had survived.  She watched as the fly landed on her hand, but she wouldn't try to swat it away. No.  That's what the people wanted to see and she wanted to show them,...

She wouldn't even hurt a fly.

 

A tear fell down Goliath's cheek as he said, "I can't believe she's really gone. I loved Angela."

Elisa sighed. "I understand. Matt was like a brother to me." Elisa said.  As the two walked on in silence, they heard laughing.  At first they thought it was someone that was at the hospital, but as it grew Elisa and Goliath found themselves standing on the Eyrie roof with Hudson and Angela right next to them.

"Well! That was a romp indeed!" Puck exclaimed as he watched the three come from their trance.  Elisa and the group sighed.

"Puck! That was not funny!" Angela said angrily.

Puck smiled. "For you maybe, but I loved it!" Puck answered.

Angela shivered. "I can still feel the knife slicing my throat." Angela said as the shiver passed.

"What about Bluestone, and Vogel? What did they feel?" Goliath asked.

"Oh everything. Course, I doubt Vogel will be able to quite comprehend things for a while, seeing as how he was Norman and all.  Bluestone will be fine. He'll think it was just a dream.  Of course, having your throat slit with an iron knife never does anyone good, so he and Angela will be feeling that for a while." Puck answered.

"Please Puck. Next time you wish to recreate a movie, take it to Hollywood." Elisa begged in her own way.

Puck grinned that grin of his. "Hey! Not everyone gets the chance to be Psycho. You guys were lucky." Puck said as he disappeared into thin air.
 

Puck was wrong about one thing though. Vogel was never the same again.

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Fey copyright 1999
Psycho copyright 1959

This story dedicated to Anthony Perkins.  The true Norman Bates.