The Honeymoon is Over!

THE
HONEYMOON IS OVER!

By GingerQ@pacbell.net HAPTHAPTER ONE

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Rachel had just arrived home with her friend, Michelle. She could tell that Donna was already home because she could hear the muffled sound of Celine Dion's voice through the closed door of her roommate’s hibernation chamber.

Rachel had been worried about Donna ever since she returned from Greece. She had figured the much-needed vacation would have done her well, but rather, she returned depressed and lifeless. Donna wouldn't talk about it either. Trying to pass off as if nothing were wrong. But ever since she got back, all she did was either work or spend time by herself in her room listening to some sad, sappy song about broken hearts or lost love. She had practically quit socializing altogether. Rachel had expressed her concerns about Donna to Michelle. Now, the two of them were determined to get her out of the house tonight - even if they had to drag her unwillingly.

 

Rachel knocked at the door.

 

"Donna, you in there?" She rapped a second time. "Donna?"

 

"Yeah, Rach. Come on in!"

 

"Hey, you!" Rachel said perkily. "Michelle is here. Come on out and say ‘Hi’"

 

Donna rose from her desk and walked with Rachel back to the living room.

 

"Hey Michelle! Long time - no see." The two girls hugged briefly.

 

"Donna-Girl! Where have you been? You haven't been down to Blue Bell’s Cafe in ages. I don't think you been there since you got back from Greece and that was at least, what, six months ago?"

 

"It’s been closer to a year." Rachel interjected.

 

"Yeah, I know. I just haven't been much into partying lately. And I've been busy with other things. You know how priorities
change?" Donna said in her defense.

 

"Well not tonight! Rachel and I are taking you with us this evening."

 

"Well I appreciate your concern, but I really don't feel . . ."

 

"Tough! It's Pete's birthday. You remember Pete? The bartender? Anyways, he loves your singing, and I promised him I would get you down there to sing a few songs for him for his birthday. Please, Donna - you just have too. I'm this far away from snagging the guy and you would be helping me score some major points." Michelle pleaded. Her and Pete were already an item, and most everyone knew that, except Donna. Michelle had just said it to have a good enough reason for Donna to go with them.

 

Donna looked to Rachel, hoping she would save her.

 

"Don't look at me, Donna. I'm with Michelle on this one." She said with one hand perched on her hip.

 

"Please, Donna! Just for a little while?" Michelle had a needy sound to her voice.

 

"Well . . . just for a little while, I guess. But only a few songs and then I'm home. I have a busy day at work tomorrow." Donna reluctantly agreed.

 

"You always have a busy day at work. That's all you ever do anymore is work. You need to get out and let your hair loose. It’ll do you good." Rachel smiled as she began to scoot Donna back down the hall. "Now, go get ready. We want to leave in a half hour or so."

 

Donna went back to her room and went to the closet to pick out something to wear. She stood there for the longest time, just staring at her clothes. She really didn't want to go, but she couldn't refuse Michelle. Michelle had always been really nice to her, which is surprising, considering the circumstances the met under.

 

It was a few years back; Donna frequented the nightclubs back then. She was being picked up on by a hot looking surfer at one of the bars on the beach. Michelle had been the guys girlfriend at the time and walked into the bar just when this dude was placing the "let's go fuck" kiss on Donna, who was standing by the pay phone getting ready to call a cab. Donna had too much to drink that night. She knew it and so did the surfer, who had made a bet with his buddies that he could seduce her within 10 minutes. Before Donna could object, his lips were on hers, throwing her body into a fit of temporary passion. Donna wasn't the type to do one-niters, and usually kept pretty good guard of herself. This one pounced on her unannounced, taking her by surprise. Realizing what had happened, Donna slapped him, but he was insistent with her, not willing to give up easily. That’s when Michelle tapped him on his shoulder, busting her so-called "boyfriend" and, urn,urn, saving Donna. They had been friends ever since.

 

Donna pulled out a simple, but flattering dress to put on. Since she was going to sing tonight, she wanted to wear something demure. She wasn't in the mood to deal with some half-drunk idiot trying to pick up on her. She changed and fixed her makeup and hair and went back out to the living room to join her two friends.

 

"You ready?" Rachel asked as she entered the room.

 

"Sure, let's go!" Donna smiled. “We can take my car, so I can come home if you guys want to stay later.”

 

In a strange way she was glad these two were making her go out. It felt nice to know that theere ere still people who actually cared about her. Besides, she was having a hard time lately trying to keep her ex-lover off her mind.


Ever since she had left Ares, the God of War, tied up in Greece - and still alive, she haen cen constantly looking over her shoulder, fearing he would be there to take her back with him or perhaps even kill her.

 

Those last two days of her vacation, she would never forget. She would never forget the entire trip, but the last two days were devastating. She had nearly killed Ares, but her heart wouldn't let her go through with it. It war far fault that he awakened to begin with. But even though she couldn't kill him, she ran, trying to escape from her supposed destiny. He had been so angry with her for trapping him with the chains and had said some extremely hurtful things while he was restrained. It left a mark deep within
her heart.

 

She had not even tried to contact her friend, Professor Nijjan, fearful of what she might find out concerning Ares. She never opened any of the E-mail he sent her, deleting it as soon as she knew who sent it. She was living a scared life. Never feeling that she could truly relax, always on the lookout for Ares.

 

 

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And you could bet Ares had been on the lookout for her too. But he was having a problem finding her. Back during the time when the great Gods of Olympus ruled, it was easy to pinpoint where a particular mortal was on the land. There were only a few thousand people in any one area.

 

But now, nearly the twenty-first century, and in Los Angeles to top it off, there were few million people scrunched together here, making it nearly impossible for him to narrow in on her location. He knew she was in the general area, but he always seemed to be just a few minutes behind her, missing her every time. He would become irate, furious even, and it only intensified his determination to find her.

 

About six months after Ares had followed her to the States, he was sure he spotted her going into a shopping mall. He followed the voluptuous looking woman with curly copper brown hair, wearing a business suit and sunglasses, into a dress shop. She swayed seductively as she moved among the racks of clothes. She picked out a few items and went into the dressing room. Ares moved
in, waiting outside the dressing room door. When the woman came out to view her outfit, he grabbed her, pushed her against the wall and placed a hot sensual kiss on her mouth. After a minute he withdrew, surprised she was responding to his attack.

 

"You had to know that I would find you eventually," he spoke in a low voice, lust dripping off each word as it left his mouth.

 

The woman, pleasantly stunned by this action, removed sungsunglasses and with her big blue eyes looked directly into his.

 

“No, sorry, I had no idea. But I am sure glad you did, sugar!" She reached out and ran her hand up his vest.
"Who are you, anyway?"

 

Ares knew deep within that when he kissed this woman, it wasn't Donna, but his ego would not believe that the God of War could make an error, and therefore he had continued his approach with her as if she were Donna. Her blue eyes surprised him, thinking he would be looking into Donna's beautiful hazel ones right then. He quickly came back to reality.

"Warren, but you can call me yours for the next few hours." He could feel the desire he had sparked within this woman from his kiss, causing his need to rise to dangerous levels. He needed to release and knew it. What the hell? It's a warm body. She’ll do, he told himself, but he was really nd wad was Donna’s touch. She
was an essential part of Ares’ element now, and without her, he would never fulfill the destiny of his own life. Donna was the only one who could give him what he needed - that part of her soul that replenished his heart and his reason to live and grow. Without it, without her, he would merely just exist along with the rest of the mortal world.

 

"Well, Warren, I'm Yvonne! There is a Hyatt across Main Street about a block down. Meet me in the hotel bar in fifteen minutes and I'll let you buy me a drink." She laid a sexy, wet kiss on the strangers full pink lips, grabbing the back of his head with one hand. His arms automatically encircled her body, finding her ass; he squeezed it with both hands.

 

"I'll see you there" he whispered, running his finger along the side of her face, before walking away. He was
angry, but didn’t show it.

 

Fifteen minutes later Yvonne swaggered into the hotel bar and sat down next to Ares. He had already taken the liberty of securing a room for the two of them, and the key was sitting in plain view on the table in front of him. He had only one thing on his mind, and wanted her to know that. He was in no mood to be social with some Donna look alike; he just wanted a good fast fuck. From the way her hands found his body while sitting there, he knew that was not going to be a problem. She ordered a drink and downed it, then stood and grabbed Ares’ hand pulling him from the booth. He picked up the key from the table and they went up to the room.

 

They didn't say much to each other. As soon as the door was closed, she turned and stood in front of Ares and began to unbutton her blouse, exposing her large bosom and skimpy bra. She reached behind her back and unlatched the bra, slipped the straps off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

 

Ares had been watching her. When her breasts were exposed for him, he "hummed" pleasantly and quickly approached her. He grabbed her around the waist then brutally came down on her lips, crushing them into her own teeth, invading her mouth with his fiery tongue. When he wase she she was getting nice and hot, he pulled away from her and took a step back.

 

"Take off the rest," he commanded as his eyes ran down her body.

 

"Whatever you say, Big Boy!" She happily obliged, and stood completely naked before him now.

 

"Lay on the bed."

 

She did and squirmed with anticipation in getting to fuck this gorgeous man. He walked to the side of the bed and stood over h His His presence overwhelmed her; she could feel his power and strength, and knew she was helpless. It turned him on. Ares sat on the bed with his back to her as he removed his boots. He took off his vest and tossed it on the nearby chair. He stood up and faced her, then started to unbuckle his pants. She sat up; her hands went to help him.

 

"Allow me!" she said with a wicked smile. Ares removed his hands and allowed the woman to undress him the rest of the way. His stiffening cock sprung out as soon as she had slid his black leather pants past it.

"My! You're big!" She grabbed it at the base and lightly squeezed it, moving her hand up the length of his perfect cock. As she reached the head, precum leaked from the tip. She licked it, moaning sensually as she did. Ares attentively watched her every move while she ministered to his muscle with her warm, wet mouth. He loved to see her lips surround it as she sucked it to the back of her throat. After a few minutes he began to thrust to her rhythm and grabbed the back of her head with a hand.

 

"That's right, you little bitch, you suck me good and I'll reward you by fucking you better than you've been fucked in you whole miserable life. You'd like that, wouldn't you, whore?"

 

She nodded, his manhood still crammed in her mouth. She didn't particular like the idea that he was calling her a bitch and a whore, but she was enjoying sucking this delicious cock far too much to stop and protest.

 

Ares began to move faster. Grabbing the sides of her head with both his hands, he steadied it and roughly fucked her mouth. She gagged, unable to take his massive size completely, but he didn't care. Getting off was the only concern Ares had at the moment. He began to reach his point of climax, his hips bucked even harder into the poor girl's mouth.

 

"Oh you bitch! That's right, suck me." He urged as his dick rippled with his orgasm. He pulled back slightly, waiting to see his cum overflow from her mouth. He knew damn well she would never be able to take it all. It had been far too long since he had sex, the last time being with Donna in Greece.

 

Letting out a final grunt, he finished and pulled his cock from her mouth, still dripping. She coughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. After a few breaths of air she started to tell him off but he grabbed her by the shoulders. His arm muscles flexed powerfully as he lifted her to his mouth, silencing her with a lustful kiss.

 

She melted within seconds and slipped her arms around his neck, clinging tightly to him. He laid her on the bed and covered her body with his. She was shocked to feel his cock hardening again so quickly as it pressed against her pelvis. She started to grind against him. His hands moved freely down her sides. He broke their kiss and moved down to a breast. Finding the nipple, he swirled it with his tongue and then sucked it.

 

She moaned and ran her fingers through his dark brown locks. Ares' desire was rapidly building again, exceeding his control. Becoming anxious, he bit her nipple hard and she yelled out.

 

"Ooow Shit! That hurts! Quit being so damn rough."

 

"Don't tell ME how to treat you, whore,” he snapped back, angry at her rude interruption.

 

"Quit calling me a whore, you ass hole!" She was more than upset now.

 

Ares looked at her harshly, his eyes narrowed and cold. "Why not? That's what you are, right? A whore, or would you prefer slut? Now, I'm gonna fuck you like a slut, and you'll like it too!" He stood up. "Turn over and get on your hands and knees," he demanded.

 

"FUCK YOU!” she snapped.

"That's precisely what I'm gonna do. NOW TURN OVER,” he yelled, frightening her. She quickly complied, feeling she had no choice.

 

"Good girl!" He slapped her ass hard. He adjusted her closer to the edge of the bed. He slid a finger between her legs - wet, just as he figured - the slut! He took his massive cock in hand and rubbed it across the slit of her pussy, and then teased her clit with it. She moaned and pushed back against him. He took both his hands to open her cunt more, so he could ram his cock in. He did not give her time to adjust for his size.

 

She cried in agony at first, but within moments they became whimpers of pleasure as her hips rocked with his movements. He became excited quickly, watching his cock move in and out of the woman’s glistening wet cunt, pulling it nearly all the way out and then slamming it back in as deep as he could. He reached under her and fingered her clit, bringing her to an intensive orgasm. Her pussy convulsed around his shaft, and within a few more minutes, he came as well. Thoughts of Donna suddenly flooded his mind. He needed her now more than ever. This Yvonne woman was a joke, leaving him unsatisfied even though he had cum rigorously. He still felt empty.

"Ooow, baby. That was SOOO good! I'll be your slut anytime." Yvonne chirped. Excusing herself to go to the bathroom, she mentally prepared herself for round two with the big hunk, but when she came back out, Ares was gone.

 

"That fucking bastard!" she grumbled to herself.

 

She never saw him again.

 

 

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Donna, Rachel and Michelle entered the trendy little club and found themselves a table by the door. The waitress arrived and took their cocktail order.

 

"Where's Pete? Isn't he working tonight?" Donna had watched the waitress move to the bar and had noticed a new bartender standing there.

 

"He'll be here anytime now!" Michelle replied.

 

"He's not working tonight, I take it?"

 

"Not here, he quit last month. He's working over at The Starboard now. Ever been there?"

 

"Nope."

 

"We out’ta get together again one day next week and take Donna over there. You'd like it Don." Rachel said.

 

Just then, a man with sandy brown hair and green eyes entered the club and approached the girl's table. He wore a Santana T-shirt and blue jeans.

 

"Hi everyone!" he said happily.

"PETE! Happy Birthday, Baby!" Michelle greeted her lover with a sassy wet kiss to his lips, her arms wrapped around his neck. He sat next to her in the booth.

 

"Hey, I though you said...” Donna started to say, realizing that the two were already together.

 

"I know what I said, Donna. But I had to say something to get you to come out tonight." She still had her arms around Pete’s neck, but was looking at Donna. "But it really is his birthday, that part is true. And he does like your singing, huh honey?" She turned her head to face Pete now.

 

"I sure do! So how you been, Donna? I haven't seen you in ages. You know, I still see Cal around every so often, he asks about you."

 

"Gee, sorry I missed him,” she said sarcastically.

 

The four of them busted out in laughter. Cal was a fifty-five year old, bald, repulsive, little man, who drove a beaten up avocado green Chevy Impala, and always wore the same ugly suit, which he had probably bought in the early 1970's. He had a big thing for Donna, always did. When he drank too much, he wouldn't leave her alone, promising her the riches of the world if she would only go home with him. It became such a joke, knowing he barely had a dime to his name. But he always tried, nonetheless.

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Ares was sitting in his apartment. It was a cheap little one bedroom joint above one of the businesses on the same street as Blue Bell’s cafe. There were not any pictures on the wall, the bed was left unmade, and the television got crappy reception. Ares walked over to the tube and hit the top of it, trying to get the reception to come in better. One of his favorite shows was coming on - COPS! He liked to watch the shows that had violent content. Suddenly, he felt a strange wave move through his body. Donna was close by - he knew it. He felt her presence.

Grabbing his coat, he hurried out the door. He walked the street, curiously searching in the doors of the businesses that were still open: Starbucks, the 7-11, the Chinese restaurant, finally coming to the nightclub. He had been in here before, trying to keep himself from going insane with boredom and frustration. He slowly entered the club.

Donna and Rachel were sitting on the side of the table that left their backs turned to the door. Donna didn't see him, but Ares spotted her immediately. He quickly turned and went back out the front door. His mind was moving at such a quick rate that he couldn't think straight. This was the day he had been waiting for!

His heart pounded heavily in his chest. In less than a minute, he formulated a plan. He began walking to make sure no one could see him and morphed himself into a woman. He turned back around and re-entered the club, taking a seat at the bar where he could keep an eye on her.

"What can I get you, sweetheart?"


Ares shot a shocked look at the bartender, forgetting he appeared as a woman for a moment. Then he smiled and ordered a beer and a shot of whiskey. The bartender returned a moment later with his drinks.

Ares picked up the whiskey and threw it down the back of his throat. Before he completely swallowed, he was tapping the empty glass on the bar, indicating to the bartender to fill it again.

"This stuff will put hair on your chest, lady!" he joked as he refilled Ares glass.

Ares was too involved with watching Donna to hear the man’s remark. She was laughing heartily and seemed to be enjoying herself with her companions. It infuriated him, thinking she was out, having a good time and free of her destiny with the God of War. He stared at her through narrowed eyes as she rose and approached the stage. She was going to sing.

As she took the mic and cleared her throat, his mind was suddenly back in Greece. Back at the waterfront bar, where they had spent a joyful evening together. She sang for half the night. She was good! Made quite an impression on everyone too. A smile curved from the corners of Ares feminine mouth as the memory warmed his heart, but then he quickly pushed it away. The bitch had left him a few days later and she needed to be taught a lesson.

Donna began by acknowledging Pete's birthday with an imitation of Marilyn Monroe's version of "Happy Birthday". The entire bar was enjoying it, laughing and slapping Pete on the back, teasing him. Now Donna was ready to sing her first song. She had picked Sade's "Ordinary Love", mostly because it had reminded her of Ares. She missed him deeply, but would never admit it to herself. She was sure it was better for her this way - without him. But the song also held meaning to her. She knew her love for him was no 'ordinary love'.

Ares remembered the song as well. He sat entranced by the sound of Donna's voice; she sounded so similar to the girl who recorded the song. Throughout the next hour, Donna sang songs of Jewel, Celine Dion, Mariah Carey, and few old songs from the big band era, including one called 'More Than You Know', a very sexy, sultry sounding tune. The way she performed it, had the guys in the audience howling at her. But she had really caught the attention of one dark haired man, sitting at a table in the back. He seemed mesmerized by her.

She performed extremely well; the sounds from the audience were inspiring her. She remembered how she used to love to do this not too long ago, being a favorite with the crowd. She absorbed the good feelings it was giving her, and she felt alive again. She was truly enjoying her time out with her friends tonight.

The blonde haired man approached her as she came down from the stage after singing her last set of songs. He had also been taking his turn belting out the notes and was quite good himself. He introduced himself as Ted. He was new in town. He wanted to sing a duet with Donna. She agreed, and followed him back to his table to pick out a song. A couple of his buddies were sitting there, drinking beers. Ted chose the B-52's “Love Shack” as Donna picked Nat King/Natalie Cole remake of “Unforgettable”. Donna sat and cheerfully chatted with the men. They were filling her full of compliments and flattery, and she ate it up, havbeenbeen void of it for the past year.

Ares grew more enraged as he watched Donna smiling and laughing with the three men. About ten minutes later, she rose and rejoined her own table. Then Ares heard the DJ call on her and some Ted person to come and sing. WHAT? She's singing with him now?

As Donna and Ted sang “Love Shack”, the crowd cheered and danced. They had a blast singing together. After the commotion had settled, they got serious and sang “Unforgettable”. They definitely had some musical compatibility going between them, seeming to compliment each other's voices with their own. Ares had mistaken the musical connection for sexual sparks. Jealously welted up in his throat. It took every bit of self-control he could muster up to keep from pulverizing poor Ted into oblivion with a fireball.

When they had finished singing, Donna excused herself and went to the ladies room. Rachel was there, primping in the mirror.

"Hey, you and that guy sound great together! What's his name?" Rachel asked.

"Ted. He just moved to town not too long ago."

"He's a looker, Don. Did you give him your number yet?"

"No, I don't think he's interested in me that way, Rach."

"WHAT? Girl, I'm making an appointment for you with a shrink. You need your head examined. I saw the way he was watching you as you sang, before he went to talk to you. The guy's got it bad for you. You should go for it, Don. When was the last time you got laid anyway?"

"Well . . .ah . . ." Donna stumbled for an answer, knowing she had not told Rachel about what happened on her trip to Greece, or about Ares.

"Too long. Probably since you were engaged to the little dweeb . . .what was his name?"

"William"

"Oh yeah, that's right. William. I'm sure glad you didn't go through with that. It would have been a big mistake."

"Me too." Donna said, entering a toilet stall.

"Well, I'll see you out there." Rachel pushed the ladies room doorn ton to leave.

"Okay!”

Donna finished her business and washed up. She pulled her lipstick out of her purse to freshen it. Another woman entered. She looked deeply at Donna through the mirror's reflection as she walked by her to a stall. Suddenly, Donna got a strange feeling. She felt nauseous. Ares instantly came to mind. She swore she felt his presence nearby. Oh shit, time to cut the evening short! She would have to tell her friends goodbye before leaving. She was almost disappointed the evening was ending; she’d been having such a good time. The first real fun she had since the trip. Capping the lipstick, she threw it back in her purse. She rushed through the door and ran straight into Ted.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ted. I didn't see you."

"That's okay, cutie! You can press your body to mine anytime you want."


Was that a pick up line? She brushed it off. Ted still hadn't moved from in front of her, blocking her path.

"Well, I have to go now. But it was reallce mce meeting you, Ted."

"Oh? Where are you going so soon? It's barely eight o'clock and the night is young! Come on, let me buy you a drink."

"No, Ted, thank you. I really have to go."

"Then take me with you." He said, moving closer to her and reaching around her waist. "I promise, I'll make you sing some more!" He mHe most definitely is trying to pick me up. Ted tried to kiss her. She turned her head, raising her hand and tried to back away, but he held her tightly.

"Please, Ted. No."

Suddenly Ted’s attitude changed and he became angry. "What's wrong? Aren’t I good enough for you? What, don't I make enough money for you?"

Donna was confused. Where did that come from? "No, it’s got nothing to do with you. I'm just . . . not . . . available."

"That's not what your friends tell me. They said you needed to meet someone. That you needed to get laid." He tried to kiss her again. She resisted, and now she was angry.

"They said THAT? Owwww." Donna was glaring at the table where her friends were sitting. Ted moved his hand over one of Donna's breasts and squeezed it.

"Get away from me, you pervert." She broke free from his hold, stumbling backwards almost knocking down the woman who she had seen in the restroom a moment ago. "If you don't leave me alone, I'll scream for security. Now let me by."

Ted moved to let Donna pass, watching her as she returned to the table to chew out her friends. Ted mumbled under his breath "Fucking Ice Princess Bitch." He said it with such hate.

The lady, who had been standing behind Donna at the time, heard Ted clearly and he didn't like it at all. Ares decided that this guy needed to learn some respect. He was so distracted with at tat the moment; he didn't notice Donna leaving the club. He glanced at her table and she was gone! Rushing past Ted and out the door, he looked around for her. Damn! He had lost her again. Now he was twice as mad at that Ted guy!

Ares returned to his seat at the bar, silently watching Ted and his group, patiently waiting for him to leave. When he did, Ares followed him outside. Ted was still pissed at being turned down, so when the woman approached him, flirting, he figured he could save the night after all. She had asked for a ride home, and Ted was more than happy to oblige.


They got in the car, and drove off. When they reached a signal, Ted placed his hand on the woman’s thigh. She smiled, putting her hand on top of his.

"Let's go somewhere private." she shyly suggested.

"We can go to my place, if you want. It’s just around the corner!"

"Great!"

Ted opened the door to his apartment. She followed in behind him. He removed his jacket and threw it and his keys on a chair. He turned and asked if he could get her a drink. She accepted. So Ted went into the kitchen and mixed a couple of vodka and tonic's. When he returned to the living room, he stopped in his tracks. The woman was gone, and now there was some big macho looking guy standing there.

"Who are you?" Ted asked.

"Justice."

"Justice? What do you mean? Why are you here?" Ted had set down both drinks now. He was slowly inching towards the fireplace, where he planned on grabbing the poker to use as a weapon.

"I'm here to teach you some manners, buddy!" Ares’ voice was cold when he spoke. His eyes were completely black and narrowed when he looked at him. He could feel the rage building up inside, coupling with the jealously he had felt earlier, when he and Donna were on stage together. He cracked the knuckles on his hands and slowly moved towards Ted.

Ted grabbed the poker, holding it out in front of him. "You better get away from me, man." fear enveloped each word as it left Ted's mouth. He was shaking.

Ares just laughed wickedly. With a thought, his large, sharp sword appeared in his hand in a flash of blue and white light. With one strong swing, he knocked the poker from Ted's hand. Shocked at what he just saw, Ted pissed his pants.

Ares threw his sword in the air and it disappeared. He wanted to get his hands on this one. He wanted to feel him squirm in his powerful grasp. Ares beat the living shit out of Ted, giving him a concussion and numerous bruises and broken ribs. If he hadn't heard Ted's roommate fumbling with his keys outside the door, Ares may have even gone as far as to kill the poor sucker, but choose to vanish from sight before he was seen.

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Back in his room now, Ares paced the floor. He was so close - she had just slipped away too fast. Right between his fingers. The fight he had with Ted had soothed him somewhat, but now he was thinking about Donna again, getting more and more annoyed. He mindlessly walked to the window and looked out.


An impious smile found his lips as he saw Donna's three friends walking to a car. He knew the dark haired one was Donna's roommate. He heard them talking in the bar. He disappeared instantly in a flash of light.

Pete first opened the passenger side door for his sweetheart, Michelle, and then the back for Rachel. A moment later, Ares invisibly materialized next to Rachel in the back seat. Pete got in the drivers side and started the car.

"Hey, Pete, turn on the heater. I just got a major chill." Rachel said as she crossed her arms, rubbing them in an attempt to warm up.

When they arrived at Rachel's house, she bid them both farewell, thanked them for the fun evening and wished Pete a Happy Birthday once more before closing the car door and heading up the stairs. Ares followed behind her a couple steps, unseen. Rachel entered the apartment building and pushed the button for the elevator and waited for the door to open. She got in and punched the third floor button. She felt that strange chill again as Ares got in before the door closed. Rachel exited the elevator and walked down to the end of the hall and put her key in the lock of apartment #314.

Ares quickly slid past her when she opened the door and began looking around for Donna. The house was dark. Apparently Donna had already gone to bed. Rachel tossed her purse, hung her sweater and walked down the short hallway to Donna's room. She wanted to peek in on her to make sure she was okay. She had left being angry with her and the others about Ted. She was sleeping. Rachel closed the door and turned in for the night.

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Ares materialized inside Donna's bedroom. He sat down on the chair at her desk and watched her sleeping. Passionate memories rushed him as he recalled doing exactly this when they were in Greece. He missed her so much. But he was not ready to forgive her yet for what she did. She had left him! No one leaves the God of War and escapes his wrath.

"Well now that I've found you, my sweet Destiny, there is plenty of tio puo punish you for your act of betrayal,” he said silently to himself. He disappeared in a flash of blue and white light.


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