A/N: I own nothing of Doctor Who.
Feeling his phone vibrate, Charles flipped it open. "Hello? Ah, boss, it's you...Really, they haven't shown up yet?...No, none of the expedition called me with any problems...Yeah, I'll let you know if they ring." Pocketing the device, he scratched his head, puzzled. One day and they still aren't back with those blasted statues! Can't be too hard to get ten stones across the ocean to California. Driving the thoughts from his mind, Charles stretched, craning his neck at the sound of a knock on his office door. "Yeah, come in."
Poking her head in, Ruth waved a piece of paper, starting when a clap of thunder shook the building. "Damn, I hate storms. Any news on the group on Easter Island?" Seeing him narrow his eyes, she slipped inside silently. "Huh, that's very strange. I got the latest report on the strong magnetic fields that are manifesting all over the globe. Ok, I know you're not interested, as are half the planet, but I think this is important. Seems most of the disturbances are located near ancient megaliths, such as Stonehenge, the Great Pyramids."
"Weird," Charles muttered, suddenly curious despite himself. Rising to his feet, he went to take the paper from Ruth, yet before he could extend his hand, the power shut off, leaving them in darkness. Cursing vehemently, the man fumbled in his desk for a torch, playing around the room. "Lovely, like this night couldn't possibly get any worse, Mother Nature steps in."
Eerie shrieks rent the air, mingling with screams and ripping flesh, all of which quickly faded into silence. Ruth gulped, clutching the paper in her hands tightly. Joining Charles by the door, she waited while he scanned the hallway, his sharp intake of breath worrying her. "You see something?" Noticing him nod stiffly, she ducked behind him, stepping on something warm. Looking down, Ruth gagged, finding that it was a pool of blood and bits of bone. "Oh, God, what could have done that?"
"I don't know," Charles replied softly, leading her along the corridor, doing his best to ignore the pieces of human corpses strewn on the carpet. Coming to the manager's askew office door, the man was sure he heard harsh gurgling from within. Playing the beam across the room, he froze at the grizzly scene that greeted him. Flashlight tumbling to the floor, Charles backed into the wall, trembling, Ruth mimicking him.
Bent over the manager was a winged figure, one clawed hand forcing the human's head to the side. Hissing when the flashlight hit the ground, it whipped around, visage smeared crimson. Roaring, the creature lunged, swinging its hand to gouge Charles's chest. Lashing out, it caught Ruth by the throat, crushing her trachea.
Holding his chest in a vain attempt to staunch the flow of blood, Charles crawled for the door, bellowing when a heavy weight struck his back, pinning him to the floor. A keen talon teased his neck, then slashed viciously, severing his jugular on either side, killing him instantly.
Groaning, Amy squinted her eyes, batting away the hands that were jostling her. Coughing, she flinched at the bolt of pain that seared her head, grateful that someone helped her into a sitting position. Focusing on the Doctor, she saw that dried blood flecked his jacket. "Rory, where's Rory?"
"Over here," the man mumbled, flapping his arm in the air, leaning against a stone wall. Panting a little, Rory struggled to his feet, swaying. "Was it my imagination, or did those things actually drink our blood?" Touching his neck, he shuddered upon feeling the scabbed wound. "I mean, what are they, some sort of space vampires?"
"Nothing so simple, I'm afraid."
Scalp prickling, Amy swiveled her head to spot a Weeping Angel on the opposite side of the cell, this one having blue wings. Recalling her previous encounter with the creatures, she refused to meet its cold gaze. "Are we your prisoners or whatever? How could you mutilate those poor people?"
"The end of the human race is near," the Angel drawled, its voice echoing. "In seven days, the galactic alignment will occur, thus allowing our saviors, the High Angels, to escape their realm and conquer Earth." Fixing its glower on the Doctor, the Angel went on, its words full of triumph. "And you, Time Lord, will have no way to stop our mission. None shall oppose us in our time of glory." Disappearing in the shadows, the creature's laugh lingered.
A/N: I hope that was a good enough cliffhanger. Next chapter soon.