Sorry for not updating quickly but I actually have a life that gets in the way of writing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and please remember to review. And please, if you have any concrit, post it. I really want to get better at writing.

Minerva cautiously walked a few steps into the darkened room belonging to The Creeper. She felt around for a light switch but found none. She groaned and widened her eyes. Her usually green eyes glowed bright blue and suddenly, she could see as if the room was filled with light. She gasped. Strewn across the floor were various bones that seemed to be partially formed into weapons. The walls were covered with newspaper clippings. She walked over to the wall to her right and read one of the clippings. The ink was almost faded away and the paper was yellowed but she could make out enough to see that it was part of an obituary column. She noticed that under each name someone-most likely The Creeper-had written a various body part. So, he keeps track of who he gets his spare body parts from? Creepy. She looked around for a bed and spotted a small cot, stained with blood. Geez... It looks worse than the bed I sleep in. She was tempted to kick it but did not, for fear that it would collapse. She looked around for anything else of interest but found none. She then turned to leave but stopped as a familiar figure came into view.

"Uh... This isn't what it looks like?" The Creeper snarled furiously and grabbed her wrists. She winced in pain as they cracked from the pressure. Blood spurted out for the holes made by the jagged ends of her broken wrist bones poking out of her skin. The Creeper sniffed the wounds and smirked before throwing her through the doorway. The ground rushed up to meet her and before she could expand her wings enough to fly, she hit. He spine cracked loudly, as did her wings, which were partially broken off at weird angles. Minerva groaned and tried to move but stopped as she saw The Creeper glaring at her from his doorway. Please just leave me alone...

The Creeper's eyes widened as he snapped back into reality. He looked around in surprise as he realized that he was back in his House of Pain. Suddenly, the smell of Minerva's blood hit him. He looked down and almost screeched in anger. Minerva was laying on the ground, as if nothing more than a broken rag doll. He flew down to her and caressed her face, only to have her tremble and slightly recoil from his touch. 'Who did this to you?'

"What the hell do you mean?!" She rasped out angrily. "You did this!" His eyes widened.

'W-when?'

"Just a few seconds ago!"

'Why?'

"Because..." she was nervous about telling him why after seeing how he reacted the first time. "Because I went in your room." He shakily picked her up.

'I-I'm sorry. I guess I was so enraged that you had disobeyed me that my dark side took over.'

"Your what?"

'Nothing. Just hold on.' He jumped up to her room and crashed through the door.

"Hey! That was mine!"

'Forgive me. I will fix it later.' He set her on the bed and began removing her clothes. She shakily grabbed his hands with her own.

"What the hell do you think-" He kissed her in an effort to silence her. She broke the kiss and clawed at him. Part of her was screaming for her to stop and let him have his way but the other part of her-what part she was not sure-was afraid and simply wanted to be left alone. She screeched inhumanly and clawed at him, enraged that he would try to take advantage of when she was injured.

'STOP! I was only trying to see what parts were injured so I'd know what to look for!' She growled.

"I told you," She clawed the front of her shirt open down the middle, exposing part of her chest and arousing them both, "I don't need to eat the things you do!" As she spoke something in her pocket glowed. She reached her hand in and pulled out a blue crystal. It glowed bright blue and suddenly, her injured wrists and spine were healed. Her broken wings, however, remained disfigured to the point of being unusable. She growled and reached back to their bases. While gripping the bottoms of her wings, she pulled with all of her strength. The bones connecting the wings to the rest of her skeleton cracked and broke, allowing her to pull the wings off and throw them at The Creeper. He caught them, only to have them disappear in his hands.

'What?!'

"I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you that I have a magic crystal."

'A magic crystal?'

"Well, maybe not magic but I couldn't figure out what else to call it." The Creeper sighed and stood. He headed for the door. "Where're you going?"

'Hunting.'

"Why do you hunt every day? I mean you seem to be the type of guy that lives forever so you should be able to take at least one break." He stood unmoving in the doorway.

'I may live forever but I only have sixteen days left to eat.'

"Wait, what?"

'I am allowed twenty-three days every twenty-three years to hunt. When the twenty-three days are up, I go to sleep for twenty-three more years.' She gave him a 'no way' look. 'Don't act so surprised. You do it too.'

"Uh, no, I don't." His eyes widened.

'Of course you do. You're like me so you have to.'

"Well I don't." Great. Another thing for me to think about while hunting... He flew over to his room and locked the door before flying to his truck. Minerva sighed and fell back against her pillow. The voice in her head was going crazy from hearing that The Creeper would be going to sleep in sixteen days. Minerva whimpered and pulled her knees to her chest. So, I only have sixteen days left with him? She curled up tighter and cried, part of her feeling truly sorry that she would not get to live with him forever as it wanted. The other part of her, her unknown side, was struggling to face the feelings being sent its way. It seemed to writhe in agony as it realized that the one it loved and was desperate to be with would leave so soon. Her heart burned hotter and sharper as she wept burning tears.

Too sappy? Too strange? Too OOC? Just right? Please tell me.