A/N: I do not own Doctor Who.

Amy was curled on the couch in the library, so engrossed in her book that she failed to hear the Doctor enter, jumping a foot in the air as he dropped next to her. "Oi, would it kill you to make some bloody noise in the future? Last thing I want is to die of a heart attack because some Time Lord scared me senseless!"

"You done, Pond?" the Doctor asked impatiently, slinging his leg over the arm of the couch. When his companion gave him a silent glare, he nodded, snatching the book out of her hands. "Good girl. Now, what were you so absorbed in? Huh, didn't even know I had this. So, you're interested i 2012, yeah? The 'supposed' end of life on Earth?"

"Quiet, you," Amy growled, yanking the book back, reading its title again: 2012 Apocalypse. "For your information, there are several plausible reasons in this thing. Global warming, ozone depletion, a polar shift, solar flare, the eruption of Yellowstone's super volcano." A thought made her pause, a spark coming to her eyes. "Wait, the TARDIS is a time machine. Do you think we could take a trip to December 2012?"

"Um, fine, but after this trip, we're going to spend a week on a planet of my choice," the Doctor snapped, leading the way to the control room, whirling around the console, pulling levers and spinning dials. Lurching, the TARDIS launched into the Vortex, then landed with a jolt, its engine powering down. "Right, we're in 2012, December 10th to be exact." Aware of a slight sound behind him, the Time Lord pivoted to see a groggy Rory on the stairs, blinking. "It's about time you woke up, Rory. We both were getting worried." Clicking his fingers, he ran to the slowly opening doors, calling for them to follow him.

Yelping abruptly, Amy launched onto the Doctor, driving them both to the ground. Pointing silently, she indicated a group of objects haloed in the lessening light-objects that sent shivers down her spine. "Swear to God, those damn things are stalking me! Oh, sorry, Doctor." Getting to her feet, she watched the Time Lord leap upright, then latched her gaze on the cluster of stone statues several yards away. "Why haven't they moved to kill us?" Tiptoeing cautiously towards them, Amy jerked to a stop, paling. Knees weakening, she collapsed in a heap, breath becoming shallow. "B-blood, there's blood on them."

Retrieving his sonic screwdriver, the Doctor scanned the sculpted stones, its small readout confirming that it was indeed human blood covering them. "Amy, Rory, listen to me very carefully. These aren't ordinary statues, they're Weeping Angels, and they seem to have literally torn apart five people recently. What we are going to do is-" Sentence interrupted by a faint rustling, the Time Lord whipped his head to notice one of the Angels' wings flexing, losing its grey color to become black. Likewise, the creature's frame was straightening, fangs glistening in the setting sun. "Forget what I was going to say, just run!"

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Rory said, bolting forward, tugging his wife behind him. Unexpectedly stumbling, he turned to find Amy in the grip of an Angel, its claws digging into her flesh. "AMY! Let her go, you hunk of stone!" Bending his legs to spring, Rory was wrenched back roughly by the Doctor. "Hey, get your hands off me! I have to save her!"

"Quit being an idiot!" the Time Lord barked, running as fast as he could for the TARDIS. However, before they were halfway, seven additional Weeping Angels surrounded them, snarling. Nearly tripping, the Doctor pulled Rory closer, brandishing the sonic screwdriver. "Stay where you are, or I'll use this!"

Growling loudly, the creatures tightened their circle until only a mere foot separated them from their prey. One Angel reached for Rory, snagging his t-shirt in its razor talons. Coldly smiling as he screamed, it pulled him nearer, fastening its teeth on his neck, lapping the blood that flowed forth.

Throat constricting, the Doctor did something that was rare to him: he cowered, unable to tear his gaze off of the withering man's body. Behind him, Amy cried out. Flinching as a Weeping Angel grabbed him, the Time Lord fought the urge to fight, bracing himself for the sting of fangs entering his skin. Dots swarmed in his vision, spiraling him into unconsciousness.

A/N: Yay, got the first chapter done! Now into chapter two, which should be published before Saturday.