Angel
I was stone.
I did not know how long I had been stone or when I would be released. All I knew was they tricked us and we were all stone.
I could think, see and hear but I could not feel, smell, taste or move. We were alone in the house, forced to stare at each other, only hearing ants scuttling across the floor. I could not breathe but I did not need to. It was quite novel, actually.
Did you hear that? The angel to my left thought.
Yes, The angel opposite me answered.
We all had, we knew that. Our senses were linked as well as our thoughts. That was how we communicated silently. They only used the formality of conversation because there was so little to do since we got stuck.
Yes thanks for clearing that up, One of them thought sarcastically to me.
Sorry, I hadn't realised I was thinking out loud. So anyway, what do you think it was?
I wondered if it was a human, like we used to feast on. I thought it could be a large ant. No I didn't. It was another angel and it was a stupid idea.
Oi! An angel, presumably the one who had had the idea, thought. I must have been thinking aloud again.
"I don't think much of the decor." A real, human, male voice said.
"I dunno," Another male mused "a couple of hundred years ago this was cutting edge, I used to live somewhere like this before the war." His pronunciation was strange, it didn't fit with the area.
They're coming from upstairs. I stated the obvious.
Maybe they'll move us!
We could finally feed!
Calm down, Our self-appointed leader thought. We don't know anything yet. They might not even come down here. Keep your heads, angels, and be ready to feast on anything you can.
Jack
"No signs of life," I told Ianto, "Yet."
"Hoping that's a good thing," He smiled in that beautiful, hopeful way he does and I was obliged to grin back.
"You look upstairs, I'll go check the garden," I pointed to the stairs and Ianto obeyed.
Everything was hidden behind a thick layer of foliage. There was nothing strange accept a phone that had been left on the grass. I left the garden and, passing the stairway I found a door. I opened it and saw some dusty stairs down to a basement. I heard Ianto coming down to find me so I paused in the doorway.
"Over here," I called.
"Lovely," He put on his best 'I'm not happy' face, "A spooky basement in a creepy, old house where people go missing."
I took his hand and led him down the staircase.
Ianto
"So did you find anything?" I asked Jack as I avoided yet another cobweb.
"Nope, not really." Jack sounded strangely calm.
"Mind if I take a look later? They say I have a good eye for detail." I asked.
"Oh," His voice became playful "Maybe we should test that out when we get back to-wow." He stopped dead at the bottom of the stairs.
"What is it? Jack?" I peered in a vain attempt to see.
Jack eventually found his legs and slowly descended, allowing me to view the absurd sight in the basement. Four Victorian-style, grey, stone angels were standing in a circle but they weren't your traditional guardian angels, they had outstretched claws and snarly faces. They were all staring at each other but I had the feeling there used to be something-or someone-in the centre of their group.
"What are they?" I turned to Jack.
"Your guess is as good as mine; I've never seen them before," Jack shrugged his shoulders, "I think we're gonna have to take one on a little trip to Wales to find out. You feeling strong?" Jack smiled in the way I found adorable, with one side of his mouth turned up and one eyebrow raised.
Angel
New plan, everybody, Our leader thought to us Nobody move. I'm getting strange energy from the one in the large coat. We ought to find out what they want with us.
The humans lifted me and carried me up the stairs and attached me to the top of a long, black, rectangular vehicle. They got into the vehicle and started moving down a small, empty, artificial path. I could hear what they were saying if I strained my ears.
"You heard from Gwen yet, Jack?" One asked
"Nope but thanks for reminding me. I should tell her we're on our way back," The man who must have been called Jack answered. There was a quiet click, "Gwen? You there?"
A muffled female voice with an odd sing-song quality said, "Yes, hi Jack. Before you say anything I'm sorry I haven't called. I've been busy and nothing's happened. Everything's fine and-"
"It's OK," Jack laughed, "I was just going to tell you we're on our way back."
"I'll check where you are on the tracker," Gwen paused, "A few hours away. I'd better tidy up. I'll order some pizza when you're close."
"Meat feast please," Jack said.
"Yum, pizza!" The other man called.
Gwen laughed, "Typical Ianto! See you boys later."
There was more meaningless chatter for what must have been a few hours and then the vehicle stopped.