Welcome to my latest Doctor Who fanfiction! I write this as I am in the process of writing Chapter 17 of Call Me Jenny but this will most likely be published after Call Me Jenny is finished. It is NOT a sequel to Call Me Jenny. It will NOT have any connection to the story in Call Me Jenny. In other words, no hybrid Weeping Angels.

As you might know by now, I usually use my first chapters as introductions to the story. They are usually only about 700-900 words. I also sometimes put "Chapter Theme Songs" on chapters where something important happens. Chapter Theme Songs are songs I recommend you listen to as you're reading because the lyrics are connected to the chapter somehow.

You might be asking: "Timelady, what's the fic about? You keep rambling about your writing system but not about the story." Well, basically, it's from the point of view of a Weeping Angel who falls in love with a human but can't interact with him so instead, she follows him around... And, well, you'll find out.

You need to be caught up with Doctor Who Series 4's episode Blink to understand this fic.

Here we go with Chapter 1 of Stone Cold Heartbreak.

He senses me. He knows I'm here. He knows I've been following him since I first layed eyes on him. But he doesn't know what I am.

His name is Ezra. He is the nicest human you'd ever meet. I first saw him when he visited the Cemetery on the 1 year anniversary of his father's death. I pity humans. Us Angels don't die so easily because we feed off of other's time energy.

He cried that day and that's when I knew that not all humans were slaughterers.

Growing up, I had been informed that humans were killing machines and that Weeping Angels were doing the right thing by feeding off their time energy but since meeting Ezra, I'd been willing to let myself starve for him. He had his father taken away from him and I couldn't help but realize that we were ripping human families apart by feeding off time energy.

"Excuse me, but could you please take my picture?" A man asked Ezra.

"Of course." Ezra said hesitantly. He knew. The man handed Ezra his cellphone and stood beside me. I resisted the urge to feed on him. "Say run!" Ezra ran with the cellphone. He was a mugger and that just made him a thousand times more beautiful to me. The man tried to run after him but I felt myself turning into flesh again. My natural instincts kicked in and I fed on the man's time energy. I felt like I lied to Ezra. My unspoken promise was broken but Ezra didn't need to know. He probably didn't even know that I had fed off the guy. He didn't need to know anything. I had to wait until night because of the many people who stopped to take a photo with me. It was probably because I was at a major tourist destination. Was Ezra going to places like this to try and stall me? It didn't matter. I could catch up to him in seconds. I ended up going to his apartment. The door wasn't locked so it was easy for me to creep in. On the wall were dozens of sticky notes with sketches of Weeping Angels. The only one that really caught my eye was the one with Ezra's neat printing. I picked it up gently, careful not to damage it.

Toronto

I let my brain linger on the strange word when everything clicked together. Unlocked door. Empty apartment. Ezra disappeared. I felt myself turning into stone. Someone was looking at me.

"You're head over heels for him, aren't you?" A woman said in a mocking tone. Of course, I couldn't turn to see her so she walked to me. She was a pale, brunette woman with reflective glasses on. Of course, now that I was staring at myself, she could blink freely. "Well, hate to break it you he's been running for a long, long time and you were always just an obstacle."

I wanted to ask her who she was but she seemed to have that covered. "My name is Melissa Campbell. I'm the woman he loves. Well, he loved. Of course, my stupid heart to keep loving him and worrying about him so I followed him. Of course, he knew so he tried to throw me off and now he's in danger. Give me that sticky note." She grabbed it out of my stone hands. "Toronto. Toronto, Canada? Where am I going to get the money to go there?" She huffed. She looked away from me and went through drawers in his desk. I had the chance to move and point out where I thought he would hide money. It was... Well, his underwear drawer. "You're a clever Angel." She pulled out wallets he had probably mugged and grabbed all the cash in them. She was just out the door when I sped up to her. I grabbed her wrist but not with my Weeping Angel touch.

"Let go of me." She tried to break free from me. "What do you want? Ugh, fine, I won't look. Write it down." She turned around so in probably less that a second, I wrote my wishes down on a sticky note. "Take me with you." She read aloud. "Fine. I'll find a way."

"Erm... I'm a sculpter. I'm off to a contest in Toronto and I need to take my statue with me." Melissa was saying as she bought a plane ticket.

"I hope you win." The man at the desk said. She quickly filled in all the paperwork and hurried to the plane. We were going to Toronto to find the love of our lives.

How do you guys like it so far?

Why Toronto? Well, I've been there once before so it's a little more familiar to me than London. I thought it would be easier to write. Well, I know this chapter was really short but that's it for the chapter. Hope you like it!

-Timelady