Almost Angelic

by anarchist-with-a-pen

She thought he would be her prey. She never imagined he would be her escape. He thought she would be a monster. He never imagined she would be his friend. The Doctor and one of his mortal enemies, thrust together in a bizarre turn of events, solving mysteries across space and time that are more connected than the two think. Sacrifices will be made, but never forgotten.

1. Introduction

Introduction—

Hunger.

That painful hunger that grips one like a fist, that is somehow worse than death, that Grips you like a cold, skeletal fist, that results in millennia without prey.

Possibly better described as starvation.

But she didn't know that word. She had been waiting here for as long as she could remember, longing for something, she was hungry, so hungry. The soft flapping of wings fluttered around her, the familiar sound that used to be so comforting, getting steadily softer by the year.

She had been here forever, it seemed.

She was hungry.

She laid on the ground, muttering something in her language, full of shrieks and yells. Someone replied, and she sighed in relief.

It won't be long now, a low, silky smoothe voice replied as something warm stroked the feathers on her back.

How can you be so sure? She hissed back, narrowing her eyes, but staring straight at the rocks in front of her.

I can feel it.

The girl rolled her eyes in the dark. She had never believed all this stuff about the one, the one who would come and bring them the energy they needed.

But it was their only hope. There wasn't much else in this dull crypt, full of bones and water. Not much at all.

It will be all right, the woman above her smiled.

She couldn't see the smile. Why would she look at her own mother? Looking at someone is the highest insult among their people, especially in the eye.

But she could hear the smile. In her mother's voice, in her actions, the way she stroked her daughter's feathers gents, so gently.

She loved her mother. That was why she didn't look at her.

I believe you, the girl sighed, closing her eyes in restful peace.

She didn't know how long she had been asleep. She didn't know if she had been asleep at all. But her eyes snapped open at a strange sound, a coughing and wheezing like the elders of her people…

But this was metallic. Her people hadn't built things in centuries—it involved looking at people. Nobody wanted that.

But the girl opened her eyes, and they sparked in the light, the first light she'd seen since… she couldn't even remember.

She pushed herself to her feet, gazing curiously at a slowly appearing object, something that looked like a blue box with a dazzling light on top. This didn't look like anything she'd seen before—what was going on?

Suddenly, someone burst out the doors.

A strange man shouting strange words, and waving a strange glowing object over his head like a mad man. He looked straight at her and froze.

But in the blink of an eye, she was gone.