Weeping Angel

by InDeepShips

I decided to write something about an Angel's point of view and it's extremely terrible so go ahead and hate on it I don't care. Just a little oneshot about a dude who meets a Weeping Angel and she kills him and stuff, just the regular stuff. I made this in like 10 minutes or less, grammar errors might be in there.

I walk through the vast field, my gray dress dragging behind me and leaves getting caught in my messy bun and headband. Soon there is another figure, turning away from me and I quickly cover my face, standing still but there is no change and I peek to see the said figure is still turned. I see the swift motion that it takes to turn its neck and look at m-

-e. It's looking around now, why doesn't it look at me? I see it take a step closer, its gaze holding the ground and I he-

-ar a shout. What did it say? "Hello?!" I think? I don't respond now, just cover my face with both of my han-

-ds. It's very close now. I feel the time around it and I know that this one is going to live for quite some time, I wasn't expecting a young man to stumble across me. In fact, I wasn't expecting to stumble across anyone. I am still alive so I know it's looking away and I reach out my hand, raising my wings so that they are placed more menacingly and I pull my face back into a snarl and the man yelps and is gone within the blink of an eye, literally. I believe I sent him to the 1920's so that he'll live before he is born and I get a proper meal for once. The energy floods my senses and I release my snarl into a grin, still showing my gray and fanged set of teeth. Oh what a proper angel I am.