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Sherlock led the three of us to a small run down apartment that was located in the same alleyway where the TARDIS was parked. On the living room wall was a display of evidence for the case Sherlock wanted us to help him crack. The evidence ranged from newspaper clippings, printed out news articles from websites, pictures of the victims and pictures of stone statues. I stepped closer to the wall, intrigued by a photo of a stone angel statue covering its face with its hands. I couldn't tell if it was crying or hiding.
"The weeping angels." The Doctor spoke suddenly causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. "One of the most dangerous creatures in the universe and yet the only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely."
I gulped. "Um… kill nicely?" I asked my voice wavering slightly.
"If touched by an angel, they'll simply send you off into the past and feed off of the potential energy from the years you might've lived."
"Fascinating." Sherlock muttered under his breath. "What else is there?"
The Doctor shot him a look before continuing. "When seen, an angel is stone, the second you take your eyes off them, they'll move. And they are fast, faster than you'll ever believe. Whatever you do, do not blink. Blink and you're dead."
A cold chill ran down my spine causing me to shiver slightly. I quickly shook it off and examined the photos of the victims. They were all young; probably in their early twenties. All seven of them were female with similar appearances, long curly dark brown hair with brown eyes. A small tug of anxiety started poking at me indicating that something was wrong.
"The victims were all randomly selected across the world." Sherlock started. "Bella Porcello; found in Sardinia, Italy. She went missing after going on a walk. She was found completely aged and her neck snapped. The only evidence of the angel was a sketch of it in a notebook she was holding." He said pointing to one of the pictures.
"The second was found in Seymour, Connecticut in the United States. Her name was Sarah Baker, her body was found in a graveyard near a stone statue of an angel weeping. She was also completely aged and her neck was snapped. There was also traces of charcoal on her hands indicating that she was an artist as well." Sherlock continued to point out the various victims. All brunettes. All in their early twenties. All artists. My blood ran cold and my palms turned clammy; anxiety was beginning to take its tool on me. I took in a deep breath trying to calm myself hoping that it was all just a coincidence, but I knew deep down that it wasn't. These weeping angels were looking for me.
The Doctor and Sherlock both glanced at me. Sherlock's cool and calculating; the Doctor's unreadable. I turned to face the pair.
"They're looking for me aren't they?" I asked shakily.
There was an uncomfortable silence before Sherlock decided to break it.
"Yes." He stated bluntly.
"Sherlock really?" The Doctor scolded. He rushed over to me and wrapped me up in his arms. "No, Claire they're not looking for you. Well…yes… yes they are… I lied… but I will find out why and I will stop them." The Doctor ranted while trying to comfort me. He rubbed small circles into my back frantically before pulling away. He cupped my face in his hands and looked deeply into my eyes. "I will not let them hurt you." He whispered before kissing my forehead. My heart fluttered slightly taking me completely off guard.
Suddenly someone's phone went off. The Doctor pulled away from me and watched as Sherlock read a text message.
"Another one." He muttered, quickly heading for the door.
"Wait what?" I asked as the Doctor and I followed after him.
We met up with Sherlock outside where he hailed a cab. Sherlock turned towards us before getting in the cab. "There was another attack. The address is 32 Oak Street. Get the next cab." And with that Sherlock slammed the cab door shut and sped off.
The Doctor and I shared a glance before hailing another cab. Unlike Sherlock we had a hard time getting a cab to stop, leaving the Doctor running up and down the sidewalk yelling at those who kept driving past us. We were about to give up and just take the TARDIS when a cab finally stopped for us.
"Thank you!" The Doctor cried gratefully sliding into the cab after me. The Doctor gave the cabbie the directions and we were off. I watched the scenery of London at night flash before my eyes as the Doctor rambled on about some sort of planet dedicated to bananas. There wasn't much to look at because it was nighttime, but the streetlights made it possible to see some of the city. We came to a halt at a stoplight just outside of a small park. Slightly hidden behind the gate of the park I noticed a figure. I couldn't quite make out what it was though. I looked away for a second and settled my eyes back on the gate only to nearly jump out of my skin at the sight of an angel statue peeking out from behind the gate. It was pointing at me.
"Doctor." I gasped interrupting his rant on bananas and potassium.
"What's wrong?" He asked peering out the window with me just as the cab started to drive away.
"There was one over there by the park gate." I explained.
The Doctor turned around in the cab and tried to look back at the gate. "There's nothing there." He confirmed.
I looked back and the statue was gone.
Finally we arrived at a ballet studio that was surrounded by cop cars and yellow crime tape crossing off the building. We spotted Sherlock a few feet away examining a body on the ground just outside the building's entrance. I felt fear start to eat at me at the sight of the lifeless old woman. Tears started to prickle at my eyes when I realized that I could very well be next if these statues really were after me. I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders.
Looking up I stared into the worried eyes of the Doctor. "You don't have to go over." He reassured me, pulling me in close.
I rested me head on his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. The steady rhythm of his two beating hearts started to calm me down. I sighed slightly and let my eyes close for a minute.
I didn't keep track of how long we stood like that, but I knew a good couple of minutes must have passed because the Doctor let go of me and went to go speak with Sherlock. I watched the two talk quietly together a few feet away. I could only make out a couple of words, "artist", "same appearance", "broken neck" and "old age". It was enough to know that I was definitely in trouble.
I turned away from the sight not wanting to hear any more details or accidentally see the victim. I watched the cars race by across the street and tried to calm myself again. I was beginning to think that I was calm enough to go back to the Doctor and Sherlock, but something caught my eye once again, making my blood run cold.
"DOCTOR!" I screamed making sure not to take my eyes off the stone statue across the street. However, the cars kept whizzing by it causing my vision to become obstructed making the angel creep closer every time a car passed.
The Doctor and Sherlock were immediately by my side, but once again it was too late. The angel was gone.
"Claire, what's the matter?" The Doctor asked taking his sonic screwdriver out.
"There was another one, but it vanished again before you came." I explained. "I tried to keep my eyes on it, but the cars kept disrupting my vision."
"Its still out there." Sherlock exclaimed staring towards the spot where the angel once stood. He spun around suddenly and stared right at me. "They're after you for some reason aren't they." He took a few steps closer to me. "I don't understand what do these creatures want with a young artist?"
The Doctor wrapped an arm protectively around my shoulder. "Sherlock, please this is not the time."
Sherlock stared back with a scrutinizing gaze. "There's nothing left here. Back to the flat." With that he hailed a cab and ushered us inside.
During the ride back to the flat, I started to feel tired, a small yawn escaped my lips drawing the attention of the Doctor sitting beside me.
"You should rest I forgot how much sleep humans need."
I smiled sleepily and rested my head on his shoulder letting sleep claim me.