No copyright infringement intended. Part 1 of the Weeping Angel Saga.

Chapter 1

Don't blink.

Blink and you are dead.

That is what the Doctor warned Sally Sparrow in 2008. Unfortunately, neither the Doctor nor Sally Sparrow was around to warn the young couple who, fresh from a night out in the club and looking for somewhere private, stumbled upon a graveyard in the outskirts of London late one summer night in 1964. A graveyard was the perfect site for privacy, the young man thought. Nobody would be wandering a graveyard during the early hours of the morning. Nobody human anyway.

"Are you sure about this Robert?" the young lady, Patricia, slurred. Something at the back of her mind was nagging her. She had a fair bit to drink. Saturday nights were a revelation to her. Gone were the days when she used to sit at home and read a book quietly. She had discovered Rock and Roll. The Beatles were her favourite to dance to and when some of her friends asked her to come out to the local club, she couldn't resist. The thought of being rebellious filled her body with excitement. She snuck out at night so her parents would not notice her gone and went to the club and had the time of her life. She had never experienced alcohol before but knew the effects it had, so was hesitant at first but started to relax and enjoy.

She had caught eyes with a stunning guy. To her he looked like a John Lennon in the making. The alcohol now flowing through her veins, she was glad when he came over and whispered in her ear "you're lovely you are".

One thing led to another, and before she knew she had left her friends and followed the guy Robert. This was it, she thought. This will be the first time I do it!, she screamed silently to herself, hardly containing her excitement. Her excitement slowly faded however, when she realised that this man was not taking her back to his house but to a random graveyard. It is amazing how quick you can brush off the effects of alcohol when suddenly terrified. She did not like graveyards at the best of times, but something was seriously nagging her this time around.

"Sure, don't you want some fun honey? I've been here plenty of times its dead quiet," Robert said confidently. He would not admit it, but he too also felt a change from previous times he had visited with girls from the nightclub. Sexual drive always overtakes the brain in the man's case, and this one was a beauty. He was not about to let her get away so easily, but there was something different about the graveyard tonight- as if they were being watched.

"This place is spooky." Patricia mumbled, and even Robert had to agree. The moon was full tonight and it was a beautiful summer. The air was still warm, but he noticed something different about the graveyards tonight but started doubting himself. The headstones stood at awkward angles after years of being unattended to. It was not the headstones that were bothering him though. Even though alcohol was in his veins, he could never remember statues of angels sitting on some plinths or dotted randomly around the graveyard. He could make out that the angels were covering their faces also which also disturbed him slightly. Coming up from a strict religious upbringing, he saw no reason why any mason would hide the features of angels. They were creatures of God, after all.

"Here is good." Robert said, pulling up behind a large headstone and far enough away from the track for anybody to notice. He started to kiss Patricia. This was Patricia's first kiss and she was loving it. She felt all grown up. She was a woman now, not a silly little girl. She would have enjoyed it more, had it not been for the cracking of a twig nearby.

"What was that?" Patricia asked, stopping kissing midway to look about. Robert had a quick look about and saw no-one. His eyes settled on one of the angels. My eyes must be playing tricks on me, he thought to himself. It's the alcohol, I could have sworn the statues faces were covered a moment ago. He brushed it off and continued kissing.

"It was nothing babe. Come on don't ruin the moment with a case of the spooks" Robert said quickly, trying to get this over with quickly now, as something was not right about the graveyard.

Patricia closed her eyes, and put the sound behind her. A fox, must have been, she thought. She carried on kissing Robert, enjoying every moment. He started to move his hands down her back and let him take control. Both their eyes were closed, lost in the moment.

She suddenly jumped back.

"What's wrong weren't you enjoying that?" Robert asked, slightly annoyed in mid flow she had taken a fright. He was silently frustrated that he picked this one. He could have picked one of the others but she had taken his fancy. He wished he had picked another one more eager. This one spooks easily.

Patricia stood there silently. Her mouth was in a silent scream. Her eyes were wide and terrified. She could hardly move.

Robert looked about as he gathered somebody, more than likely the police, had caught them in the act. He expected one or two policemen to be standing there watching them, waiting for them to take notice. What he did not expect was four angels who were previously standing a fair few metres away to be a few feet away and one with a vicious snarl on its face.

"They've moved. Oh my god they've moved!" Robert screamed and turned around to face Patricia. Who had disappeared entirely. He could make out a girl running away in a distance. Thanks love, he thought to himself.

He turned around quickly again to find himself face to face with one of the angels. He didn't know what to do. He was only 22 and terrified this was the moment he was going to die as he did not know what these things were. He made a big mistake at that moment.

He blinked.