A/N So, basically I was mad at the end of Angels Take Manhattan so I wrote this to give myself some peace of mind. I hope it helps some of you guys too.
As the wind whipped around the graveyard, the sound that brought hope to hundreds of worlds and fear to many others accompanied the flashing blue that was quickly fading away. Once it was gone an overbearing silence filled the place. Nothing stirred.
Then, one of the statues moved.
The angel straitened up slowly, its grotesque grin widening in satisfaction. It had just taken something that was precious to the man in the box: The one who foiled their plans and destroyed many of its kin. It felt no sorrow at the loss; just annoyance. It was harder to hunt alone. The man had destroyed the perfect trap; an endless supply of energy that took little-to-no effort. But an angel was nothing if not patient, and so it waited. It waited for many years, but the box had come just like the angel knew it would.
It was worth the long wait.
The power it felt now; the potential energy of two time-travelers, it was immense. The angel really thought it would only get one. The long-haired one must have been stupid to look away when she knew it was there. It wasn't complaining in any case. It had never had this much energy at once before. It was almost overwhelming.
It was overwhelming, the angel realized. There was too much. It tried to dispel some of the energy, but there wasn't anything to take it and so it returned. For the first time in its entire existence the angel felt fear. It tried to move; to find something that it could transfer some of the energy into, but it couldn't move. The sheer amount of potential futures the two humans had was too large to calculate, and the combined power was surging through the angel like fire and lightning. Cracks shining with golden light started to appear on its hand; the one it had touched the humans with. The cracks spread down its arm and across its entire body until the stone-like skin was covered with so many cracks the light completely hid the angel's form. Then, with a thunderingCRACK and a blinding flash every atom in its existence blew apart.
The air shimmered with fading golden particles.
A thick fog rose from the ground, obscuring the land in a thick veil. A shadow appeared from the grey, moving slowly towards the place the angel once stood. When it was close the figure stopped and looked at the dead grass that was at the center of the explosion. Its lips parted slightly into what looked like a smile, sharp white teeth glinting in the dim light. The smile disappeared after a moment as it shifted its piercing gaze onto one of the headstones just past the spot. Sadness swirled in its bright golden eyes as the beast lowered its head in respect to the ones who were laid to rest there. Lifting its head it looked once more at the old stone before turning and walking silently back into the fog that was still obscuring the yard.
A while later when the fog lifted, there was no sign that anything significant had happened in the little graveyard. The only things vaguely memorable were a patch of dead grass and, on one of the graves, a single red rose.