A/N: Hello! This is my first attempt at a doctor who fic so I am going to start with a simple character study of the weeping angels as they have always intrigued and terrified me. I hope you enjoy this and I love reviews (hint, hint!) And remember: Do. Not. Blink…
Disclaimer: I am no genius; therefore I do not own Doctor Who
A granite statue, nothing special, just one of millions of statues all over the world. Unnoticed, unimportant and never thought of again. Until it comes after you. Just one blink, just turn around and it moves. It takes its head out of its hands, those soulless grey eyes showing no remorse for what it will do to you and countless others, death or taken out of time, the head is the first to move.
You blink again scare, unnerved, disbelieving and after a fraction of a second it has moved. Crossed half the distance between you and it, those soulless grey eyes still staring, staring, staring at you. You back away, turn around or shut your eyes, the childish notion of if you can't see it, it can't see you. How wrong you were. Another glance back at it. It has moved again, its right behind you, it does not resemble anything near beautiful anymore. Wicked claws for hands, sharp teeth ready to devour your soul within moments and again, the eyes that stare right into your soul but still feel soulless. An angel of death, terrifying and utterly inescapable.
You know that with one more blink it will pounce, death would be unstoppable, inescapable and swift. Your eyes feel heavy but you know you can't let the angel get you. You consider making a break for it but discard the notion almost immediately; you know you can't outrun it. One last look at the earth around you and then you shut your eyes. Nothing, your soul is now food for the angels whilst you absentmindedly live out the rest of your life in the wrong time or just float around in nothingness.
They are the weeping angels, the lonely assassins, wandering the universe, never allowed to see anyone or anything else you shall be turned to stone. The perfect safety measure, but the loneliest existence of anything in the universe. And for you dear reader, I implore you, do not look away, do not blink and do not turn you back for they are there in the shadows, waiting to pounce with their soul reading, soulless eyes…