A Night To Remember

The week was finally over and she could look forward to her evening out. She got herself ready in a rather tight dress and high heel shoes. She then applied make up and perfume and she was set to go. John's jaw practically dropped at the sight of her. He picked up her left arm.

''Remember. You're a married woman. Ok?'' He said and she laughed.

''Yes of course, I wouldn't do anything to change my martial status and i hope you know that''

''Well I can tell you if I didn't know that or was doubting that then i may of just been filing for a divorce by now'' He replied.

''Ha-ha. Funny'' She kissed John on the lips, smiled and left for the door.

She arrived at the bar only five minutes and Erin was already waiting for her at a stall.

''Hey! Glad you could make it. Gorgeous dress'' Erin greeted Angela.

''Thanks! What drink would you like? I'll buy first''

''Just an orange juice please'' Erin said.

Angela ordered a Bacardi Breezer for herself and the orange juice for Erin.

When she sat down again, she felt someone tap her shoulder and it was none other then Aaron.

''Aaron! Hello! I'm surprised you're here''

''Yeah, likewise. Good to see you though'' He looked at Angela's dress. She was thinking that maybe it was a mistake to wear such a one like the one she was wearing...

''This is Erin. She's a good friend of mine''

They greeted each other and Aaron sat in the middle of the two. They all got along perfectly and when it turned 11.00pm, they went back to Erin's house and asked whether Aaron would like to join them and he agreed. Angela was feeling a bit tipsy from the amount of alcohol that she had consumed in the bar. They sat in the front room of Erin's house and Angela's bladder told her it was time to get rid of it's contents.

She clambered up the stairs in pitch black, using her hands to guide her to the bathroom. She went into a room and felt around it. She seemed to of found a bed but wasn't certain, the alcohol was getting to her. She then heard the room lock...she wasn't the only person in the room. She turned around hearing the noise and tried to step back. Suddenly, she felt someone go behind her. It was Aaron.

He wrapped his arm around her stomach tightly and covered her mouth with his free hand. She breathed heavily, scared so much she couldn't think properly.

''Be quiet for me...and you may just get out of this ordeal alive'' He hissed. She felt someone metal along her neck. She realized it was some sort of weapon and she bit his hand as an act of self defense. She rushed against the wall and waited. Soon enough, Aaron had followed her, he was a master in the dark and she was soon to know that he was a half-breed, wanting revenge on John.

He pulled her towards him, and then slammed her very hard against the wall. Her head banged against it, causing her to drift in and out of consciousness. He then punched her in the stomach and in the chest. He then bought out the sharp object and cut the side of her stomach, breaking the skin as it went. He didn't stab her, but made a cut which drew blood which endlessly dripped down her, ruining her dress. He slammed the object onto the floor and ripped at the dress violently. He was in search of revenge of Constantine and knew that his wife was an easy target.

The door was opened and Aaron seemed blinded by the light that shone directly into his deformed face. He hissed and stepped back, letting Angela go so she fell to the floor. John ran up to Angela, checking her pulse, it was still apparent. He felt sick...He had known ''Aaron'' for a long time, ever since he helped Isabelle get into heaven. John didn't kill Aaron like he wanted to of done, since Aaron fled. Now, he had come and attacked Angela instead.

He used the holy shot gun to finally finish Aaron off once and for all. He then went over to Angela and kneeled down, she was defiantly unconscious. Her hair was out of place, her make up smudged from her tears and Aaron's touch, her dress ripped, blood showing through her dress, or what was left of the dress. Bruises were now visible where Aaron had punched her. Erin gourped at the sight of Angela, she had no idea of what Aaron was intending to actually do to Angela. John brushed some hair which had fallen onto her face. He lifted her up, putting one hand around her waist. He then put his other arm underneath her legs so she was now in his arms. Erin looked to the floor when Angela's rescuer took her out of the house...