A/N: OH My Goodness, 50 FOLLOWERS! YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING. I never thought my story would ever get that much attention. Also I do not own doctor who nope. The character the Angel her personality is mine! Also her name will eventually be revealed. Enjoy!

Bob was yelling and kicking as she dragged him backward from the chamber. Her hand covered his eyes, making sure his eyelids stay shut. His body was warm and squishy, he felt soft underneath her hands, she hasn't touched a human before, it was weird.

The angel's head was killing her, the screeches of her sister Abiba and the other angels nearly consumed her mind. They didn't understand why she just wouldn't kill him. She fought against the pain and finally after pushing against the agony it slowly went away. Sighing she continued up further towards the Byzantium, that was where the other humans were, they could protect her hedgehog better than she could. Well maybe that wasn't true, but he would be more comfortable. She didn't have enough energy to teleport him to them and she didn't know where they were anyways.

Suddenly Bob's communicator went on,

"Bob, Angelo, Christian, come in please, any of you come in."

The bishop's voice came through frantic and worried. She reached into his pocket with her left hand, while her left secured his head, making sure that she covered his eyes. She grabbed the communicator and put it in his hand. Bob understood the gesture immediately, he pressed the button that allowed him to communicate with the Bishop.

"S-sir."

His voice trembled, his hands were sweaty and the communicator nearly slipped out of his hands. "Are Angelo and Christian with you?"

"N-no sir, they tried to get me to go into a chamber but…" He swallows thickly, "I'm afraid I wasn't able to make it sir."

"All the statues are active, I repeat, all the statues are active." Bob was stopped trying to fight.

"What?" his voice breaks off. She glanced around and saw that her sisters were starting to move more towards the Byzantium.

"Bob, Sacred Bob, it's me, the Doctor!" She recognized that voice but couldn't place when she first heard it, that wasn't important.

"Docto-" Bob flinched, he could hear the crackling of old stone moving around him.

"Where are you now?" the Doctor's head was spinning, thoughts rapidly changing, how could he escape, the angels can usually find humans easily? Is this really him?

"I'm not sure sir, I can't see anything." Bob was trying to gather himself together, it was obvious to everyone that he was completely frightened.

"What do you mean you can't see anything, did your torch go out?" The doctor didn't understand at all, he'd have to be dead by now.

"No sir, I dropped it by the chamber." He believed that the angel would kill him if Bob would tell the Doctor. To reassure him she loosened her grip on him, not enough for him to escape but just enough to get more comfortable.

"Did you encounter one of the angels, Bob?"

"Y-you could say that sir." Bob if he could, would rub the back of his head.

"How are you still alive?" The angel was trying to remember where she heard that voice before.

"I've been compromised, sir." There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Then how are you talking to me?" Bob was waiting, hesitating.

"The angel is allowing me to talk to you sir, I think it's going to kill me soon." He was panicking on the inside, trying not to show it. Obviously, he absolutely failed at it.

"I assume the angel is listening right now then, Bob." The Doctor's tone was more menacing now.

"Yes, sir. It is…" The silence from the other line only lasted for a moment.

"Let Bob go, you don't need him." The doctor voice rang through the silence. The angel tilted its head and smiled. She took the communicator out of Bob's hand and started to type out her message.

"Why should I let him go, he's rather entertaining?" She sent it.

The Doctor glared at the communicator, trying to send hate and loathing to it.

"If you don't I promise you this, I will come for you and you won't like what happens after that. Haven't you heard about me before?"

She looked over down at the communicator and sighed. She knew this man would make his threat a reality. Let's do something unexpected.

"I'm not hurting him, am I?" The Doctor could hear the mocking tone in her voice.

"You are a weeping angel, you always hurt people."

"The worst that I have probably done is scared him but he's safer with me than with you. I can actually give him a nice chance at survival"

"Why protect a human?" The Doctor was spinning in his chair and was

"For fun obviously, and maybe curiosity and for a shift in tactics." That was a lie obviously, she just like this human, but he didn't need to know that.

"Weeping Angels' tactics have never changed throughout the centuries, why now?"

"We aren't just set in stone, you do know this advanced human?" Get it?!

"I'm not hu- Did you just make a joke?" She giggled inside her head.

"No..."

"That is very disturbing, never thought a weeping angel had a sense of humor. If it did I thought it would be at least more bloody." He looked over at Amy and smiled. "Anyways onto next question, what are you all planning?"

Screaming hot fire, from her head, flowed out into the rest of her body. Her sisters were screaming and screeching across the connection. Nails dragging through her consciousness. If she could she would grab her head but she just froze for about fifteen seconds. Her energy was draining bit by bit.

"Maybe I should give him too my sisters, you're pushing too much for their liking."

"No do not kill him. I'll stop asking questions!"

Bob was shaking and suddenly his body limped over.

"I think… your soldier just passed out, at least he'll be able to be easier to transport."

"He passed out?"

"Yep, I will bring him up, I won't be able to keep this up soon."

She hoisted him up and over her shoulder and preceded upwards towards the Byzantium.

She was going up the stairs, she could hear her sisters voices run through the hive mind.

"Traitor!" " Abomination!" "Human-lover!" Screeching aimed at me through the connection and it bloody hurt. She felt a splintering pain crack on her forehead, she immediately put her hand on her forehead. It felt wet, she brought her grey, cold hand down and looked down.

A streak of blood was on the palm of her hands, in shock, she squished the sticky liquid between her fingers. Blood getting into the crevices of her stone form.