Dinner Time (Angra)

[Celeste]

It was evening time and Celeste was expecting Angra at any moment. Dinner was cooking in the oven to be ready when he got here. She liked having it done and ready for him so he didn't have to wait and his smile was well worth the effort of doing it alone versus with him by her side. But today she had a visitor that was checking to see how things were going.

Drake had stopped by an hour ago and was about to leave. She stood up and walked him to the door. Opening it she smiled softly and nodded saying a few unitelligable things to anyone walking by and then gave the silver headed boy a hug before he headed off.

Dressed just for Angra. She wore a short white tennis skirt that showed off her legs and a tight fitted sky blue tank top that hugged her body just right. Her pink hair had been pulled up into a pony tail the long pink strands hung down her back as she moved back into the dorm just shutting the door. Angra should be here any moment. Her room was clean. Fresh sheets on the bed they would probably share tonight.

She stared out her window a soft smile on her face. Today had been a good day and when Angra got here it would be even better. She turned her eyes to the red color he loved so much and waited. He knew he could just walk in. There was no need for knocking she had nothing to hide.

[Angra Mainyu.]

A lousy day for Angra. He had had a little sleep, he had been easy to anger, several people had noticed that as he growled at each and one of them when they got too close him. Finally when it had cleared up a bit in his mind, then the news of Darts and his failure at using the gem yet had his mind go from sour to enraged and he bumped into people all the way over to Celeste where he saw from a distance Drake go the other way, it was clear where he had been. His eyes narrowed and his fist was planted in the wall. His knuckles torn so blood dripped down the wall. His own pain fueled the thrill in his mind, caused his anger to grow almost uncontrollable.

~I hate him.....~

He needed someone, or something to calm him down again. Opening the door to Celeste's dormitory, he slammed the door behind him. If she hadn't heard him open the door, then she would have heard him now. Not getting a smile on his lips, not bothering to, he opened his jacket. Another lousy detail, a part of it had been torn as it had hung on to a door someone had closed right after he had walked through it. He hung the jacket in the closet, he had enough tolerance left to do that, but only that friendly gesture.

~I hate people....~

He turned to Celeste and walked over to her and placed his arms heavily around her and pressed her body against his. Her outfit mattered little to him. If he had bothered to look around, then he would have noticed how much she had done for him for this single evening, dinner, clothing, even a small detail like her eyes. That alone could have him see some of the better aspects of life. He gave her a rough kiss on the lips .

"Hey there, angel..." A small smile on his lips as he continued to hold her close to him disregarding the world as he leaned down for another kiss, that she could end, because he wouldn't. He needed her to calm his mind.

[Celeste]

The door slammed shut and she jumped. She turned to see Angra visciously removing his coat. Hanging it up in the closet she could tell he was bothered by something. It was in his very body language. Just the way he carried himself and the way that he seemed to not even smile seeing that she had dressed just for him today.

He came over and pulled her close. She smiled knowing that he needed her right now. Usually it was she that needed him and it was nice to know that now she could be here for him. She hugged him gently running her hand through his hair very gently. He pulled her up and kissed her roughly. She kissed him back he pulled back and she smiled.

"My love." she whispered.

He kissed her again and she kissed him back. She didn't want to break this one yet. Usually when he kissed her roughly like that he took her directly to the bed. They tended to make love frequently when they were together. But tonight was a bit special she had worked hard to make it special just for him. Tonight she had made him dinner..

DINNER!! Oh no!

She broke the kiss and looked up at him.

"I forgot all about dinner." she said as she got out of his arms and ran into the kitchen. Throwing open the stove black smoke came out and she groaned.

"Oh no!" she called out. "It's burnt. Honey.. I'm so sorry.. I'll start something else.." she said as she pulled the blackened roast and vegetables out of the stove and looked down at it wondering what else she could make.

[Angra Mainyu.]

Feeling her close to him, kiss him as he was the only one in her world. That he could control her as he pleased. That he knew someone would always be there for him. That she was so perfectly cute that he could only get happy from what she said. Then the smell struck him, then she moved out of his arms. His small joy torn away from him as his mind had been torn away from him so long time ago. He followed her like as a dark and silent ghost of vengeance as she walked into the kitchen to find a black cloud of smoke coming out from her oven. A small chuckle, a small insane sounding chuckle. A wicked laughter escaped his lips.

He snapped.

He placed his hand gently under her jaw and sweetly turned her head up to face him and he opened his mouth as if he were to say something cute to her. The wicked laughter still rolling in his mind, driving him insane as well. When he was about to speak, his head launched forward into her forehead with his own forehead. Having her stumble back as he forgot in his anger who it really were, and that he might just love her despite his cold emotions. The thrill flowed through him. Two different pains, his own and hers mixing together as a cocktail mix and he loved it. He followed her and grinded a knee into her stomach as well and slammed her against the wall with it. His right hand coming flying and slapping her over the left cheek. Violenty having her tip in over the kitchen table where she leaned over.

The thrill rose ever higher and he was laughing wickedly openly now. As she leaned in over the table, both his fists folded together and gave her a hammer like blow directly into her right wing area. Taking her by the shoulders he threw her back into the wall and continued.

[Five minuttes later]

The last blow landed on her and he felt like in a joy that he could describe with mere words. It was as the world was bright once again. Like the sun had come up after an eternity in darkness. He looked at her and realised just how much he had done to her, how far he had gone. Still holding her jammed against the wall, he almost released her and ran away. But no. He leaned up close to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek and mouth. He didn't know why, he just knew that either she had cried or else it was blood. For something wet had touched him when he had kissed her. He turned around and ran.

[Celeste]

His hand on her face turned her to face him. She looked up at him with a soft smile on her face. She could make something else for him he knew that but then he just laughed. Her eyes opened wide. It wasn't the laughter of the man that was sweet and kind to her the one that thought it was funny it was the laugh of a man that had reached the end of his ropes.

Suddenly his forehead came to her and butted her hard. She saw stars as she stepped back hitting the wall. His knee came up and ground right into her stomach as she coughed up blood while he reached back and slapped her hard across the cheek. Her head turned and her neck popped as he tossed her over the table. She already hurt badly.

He began to pummel her over and over again. Right where her wings were. Over and over again she cried out in pain as her eyes leaked tears. It was just dinner. She could have made him something else. She felt her right wing bone snap just before her left. Her back was already turning black from the pummeling she had suffered. But he wasn't done yet.

Against the wall his knee in her stomach again he pushed her. His fist came up and connected straight with her face giving her a near instant black eye. She had just been starting to get her senses back to say something to him before her head bashed into the wall with that punch and stars were seen once again. An upper cut came next as her body jolted up and her head hit the hole that was already in the wall.

"Ann....." she tried.

But no he was too far gone. She couldn't reach him. Pulling her forward he shoved her hard three times into the wall and that was when she lost consciouness. Her neck was not broken thank God but that didn't mean other bones weren't. He grabbed her arm and twisted cruelly as SNAP and it too was broken her body trembling violently in the pain. She tried to keep a hold on it so Hadrian didn't find out. That was all she could do right now as she pain from the broken arm made her regain consciousness. He grabbed a pan from the stove and grinned evily. It was the one that she had cooked the roast in. Dumping out the contents and taking the handle firmly he hit her hard across the face with the iron pan. Then turning it in his hand he hit her hard across the other side before casting it aside.

Blood trailed through her hair and down her chin from his beating as finally it seemed he was sated. She was crying tears coming from her eyes but she made no noise at all. He leaned in and kissed her cheek tasting her tears before he kissed her lips but got nothing in return but blood. Turning and running she slid down the wall her eyes showing spots of black as she lay on the floor. She couldn't move her body was shaking in pain. The oven was still open it was so warm but she couldn't move.

Her pale beautiful body was now covered in black bruises. Broken bones were everywhere. Wings, arm, collar bone, jaw. Her head hurt a massive wound swelling on the back of it. Her powers. Even they couldn't touch this. Her powers would eventually fix the bones but they couldn't fix everything. It would take time to heal. But it was her heart that hurt the worse. She had thought.. he loved her.

It was then that she blacked out. Her eyes rolling back in her head and the young angel lying in a pool of her own blood. Slowly seeping from an internal wound. Her breathing.. was shallow and irregular.