The Weeping Angels of Beacon Hills (Part 1)

Disclaimer: characters and creatures not mine

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"Don't blink!" Derek shouts as he shields Issac, Boyd and Erica with his body, powerful arms opened wide as though to welcome the gray pieces of concrete into his arms. "You hear me?"

Erica snorts and crosses her arms. She's trying to look cool, trying to cover up the intense urge to turn around and flee.

"They're statues." She says. "What's the harm?"

"The harm," Boyd answers plainly. "is that they weren't here when we all left this morning."

"Yeah." Issac agrees peering over Derek's shoulder into the face of on of the statues. "They could be booby-trapped or something."

"Why is that one smiling?"

"Don't blink." Derek says, panicked. "Don't turn your backs to them don't take your eyes off of them. Do you understand?"

"Clear as crystal." Erica answers. "So...if we all just inch our way towards the right-the right Issac, the other way! Okay so we'll carefully inch our way towards the door to the right and escape the weird angel statues. This is, by the way, ridiculous."

"What are they?"

"Angels." Derek answers plainly. "Weeping Angels. Don't be fooled by their appearance and for the love of Christ do not blink."

The small group inch their way towards the opened door. Erica nearly stumbles twice, Boyd grabs her hand and holds tightly as his eyes focus on the angel statues. Issac nearly blinks, his eyes burn and water but he doesn't.

"What are they?" Issac asks. "And don't say Weeping Angels don't blink. I want to know what they are and why they seem to be...alive."

The door is closer, Derek can see the sun setting in his peripheral vision, jagged in the distance. He wants to close his eyes, wants to give himself a moment to think. Instead he widens his burning eyes and decides to answer.

Truthfully.

"They're known for dropping their victims into the past and letting them live to death. A species of quantum-locked humanoids from the early universe, they're called 'Weeping Angels' because their nature necessitated that they often covered their faces to prevent trapping themselves in stone forever."

"...so they're aliens?" Boyd's question comes out louder than what he would have liked, but he can't quite hold the panic rising in his chest. "You're kidding, right?"

Because, werewolves and other supernatural creepy crawlies? Yeah, okay. Boyd can believe in that (obviously). But Aliens? No way.

"You aren't serious."

"Deadly serious. I've seen it happen." Derek answers. "You understand?"

"Getting sent into the past to live out your life and die doesn't sound that bad." Erica's voice shakes. "Not so bad at all if you think about it." She squeezes Boyd's hand.

"They've also been known to kill in other ways. Such as snapping their victims' necks. You see why I said not to blink?" He growls at the blond. "So bad. Very, very bad."

They make it outside. The air is crisp for May and the breeze that licks at their overheated skin makes the wolves shiver. Fright, the newly formed pack (the former humans anyway) is not something that can go away once you've received the bite.

Erica's eyes close and with her fingers she massages her lids. Beneath her finger tips she can feel the crumble of mascara and gritty makeup. "Oh Gawd! My makeup!"

"Well," Boyd, in a similar state but without fear of looking like a raccoon, chortles his girlfriend. "if you stopped caking yourself with makeup you wouldn't be in that mess."

"It's not caking at least not my entire face. Just my eyes. I need my eyeliner!"

"No, you really don't." Boyd opens his burning eyes and blinks a few times. His vision is met with blurred Issac leaning against a blurry black oblong shape- Derek's Camaro. "My eyes hurt like hell."

"You're telling me." Issac blinks hard once and then opens his eyes, letting them focus until the blurry fuzzy figures before him take their usual forms of Boyd, Erica and Derek. "Derek...where the hell did those things come from and why are they in our place?"

"I don't know." Derek shakes his head, eyes already clear but red. "Damn it. I swear that if that idiot had anything to do with this..."

"What?" Erica's eyes open and she looks as comically confused as Boyd had figured she would, kohl liner rubbed all over and under her eyes. "What idiot? Is it Stiles?"

"Not this time." Derek says half heartedly. His eyes have returned to the same glassy green-blue and have focused on a blue box in the distance. He tosses Boyd his keys and begins to walk towards the box. "Take my car. I don't know where you'll go tonight but don't split up. Whatever you do."

"Where are you going? Derek, did keeping your eyes opened do something to you? You never let anyone drive the Camaro!" Issac shouts after him.

"It's a check up, that's all. Besides, I have to make sure to get rid of those things and really, none of you are even remotely prepared."

"What do you mean a check up? Now is not the time for a check up we've gotta get out of here together." Boyd says.

"Yeah, and whats in there anyway? You gonna try to fit those things in that tiny box? They wont fit. Unless its bigger on the inside."

Derek laughs loudly like Erica has made some sort of ironic joke.

"Now you're getting somewhere. I'll be fine. Go."

"But what about you?"

"Like I said. I've got a Doctor to visit." Derek stops in front of the blue box. He extends his hands and touches the wood carefully like he's familiar with the thing. None of the others can understand what it means for Derek to see it- she's as beautiful and as blue as he can remember. Seven years had not diminished her deep and vibrant blue.

"Doctor?" Erica shouts from across the distance. She sounds near scandalized. "Doctor who?"

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TBC

Muse: Inspired and bored. I'll finish it up later when I have the time. Anyway, sorry for the leaving it how I did. I'll get back to it I promise.