I am not the creator of Doctor Who. All it's characters and settings and whatnots are simply being borrowed for fun to write this little fan fiction. There is no profit in this. The only thing I get is some practice writing, and hopefully reviews. :)

I don't have a name. My people don't need names. Of course we get called all kinds of things by the creatures of the universe. When I hear those names, and hear the trembling voices, the screams, and feel the burning stares I want to weep. But, weeping is something I can't do.

I'm a Weeping Angel, the Lonely Assassin, the Indestructible Nightmare, Heartless, Stone Demon, and many names even more unpleasant.

I like the title of Weeping Angel though. While my sisters cover their eyes so they can hunt together, grinning behind their hands as they feel their victims terror, I cover my eyes from the shame.

It seems the Angels have been this way forever, waiting for you to blink; even the quickest flutter of your eyes is all it takes. They revel in it. We feed on potential energy, but my sisters feed on the fear too. Now, they are coming here. I feel their energy, rippling towards me.

I look around my home, the place I've guarded since its beginning. It's a graveyard. There are other angels here too, but the kind people can close their eyes and dance in front of without getting torn away from where they belong. I like it because I can fit in here without people thinking I'm exactly what I am. I move around and take care of the graves, watching over those who come to morn their loved ones.

Don't get my wrong, I've sent people back in time so I wouldn't die; I'm terrified of death.
What would a Stone Demon find in an afterlife?

There was this old man once; he was crying in front of his wife's grave. Let me see her one last time, let me see her one last time... So I let him. Funny thing about sending people back in time is I can see the lives of the people who I send back. He was sent back to their wedding day.

Then there were the grave robbers. They enraged me; never enrage an Angel. I chased them all through the grave, claws and fangs out. I'm not proud, but I will protect this place.

My sisters are coming and there are many of them. Trembling, I looked up around and wondered what they would do if they found me. Were they cruel enough to hurt their own? What was worth coming here for. I put my arms around myself, holding my wings as close as possible.

"Doctor! It moved!" The burning sensation of someone looking at me washed over me. Two figures approached cautiously, one wearing a ridiculous bow and the other with bouncy curly hair. They looked like nice people, and they also looked like they hated me. It was that look that made me hide behind my hands. Shame washed over me, and fear because they knew I was a monster.

"Some date this is turning out to be..." Muttered the Doctor.