Daughter Who {Series 5.2}

Authors Note. Okay. So we all basically know what a Weeping Angel looks light. Right, hopefully you do otherwise you're on the wrong story lol. So, now here comes the fun part, you all know what that is.

Don't blink O.O

Time of Angels

Chapter Seven: The Weeping Angel

It was on the screen.

The picture was a little fuzzy. It was making strange noises as the loop replayed over and over again. White lines danced between the image, but the picture was clear. The statue that was cowering away from the camer was all so familiar for Eli. The giant wings, the long stone dress and the hands that covered the face until you looked away. Eli could remember the faces it would pull as it came closer to killing you. The closer it got, the uglier it's face would become.

'What do you think?' asked River, stepping back. The Doctor stepped forward to investiage while River held up the remote. 'It's from the security camera's in the Byzantium vault. I rigged it when I was on board.'

'You knew that thing was in there,' said Eli, shuffing forward. Her eyes were on the time stamp. Just an hour before the video they had seen on the home box. 'So why didn't you destroy it then?'

'Because it wasn't in the room when I rigged up the camera,' replied the woman, tapping the remote against her hand. 'I found these four seconds shortly after I'd left. So I put it on loop.'

'Well, it's an Angel,' Eli shrugged, leaning against the pillar beside her. She looked else where at the other screens. 'Hands covering it's face.'

'You've encoutered the Angels before,' stated Octavian, eyeing the behaviour of the teenager.

'Once, on Earth, a long time ago,' grumbld the Doctor, looking slightly unimpressed. 'They were scavengers. Barely surviving.'

Amy frowned at the recording. 'But it's just a statue.'

'It's a statue when you see it,' replied River.

Still, that made no sense. Amy didn't understand all the hubba-balo about a Angel statue that didn't move. She had seen plenty in the graveyards when she had to walk through it to get to school. It was just a normal statue. A angel who looked like she was weeping. Staring at the screen though, made her eyes hurt. Amy had to admit there was something off about all of this. She had trusted the Doctor and Eli up until now, believed them with their stories about aliens and planets and stuff.

But that was just a statue, a weeping angel that wasn't facing the camera.

'Where did it come from?' the Doctor demanded, turning back to River.

'Oh,' the woman grinned, as though remembering. 'It was pulled from the ruins of Rabahan last century. Been in private hands ever since.' Her brow rose. 'Dorment all that time.'

'There's a different between dorment,' said Eli, stepping towards the tv. She ran her fingers up the screen like she had done back in the museum and stared at the angel, 'and being very patient.'

Eli didn't feel A-OK with this little mission River had assigned for them. In fact, without her sonic screwdriver, she didn't want her father going anywhere near this creature. There was a massive difference between being dorment and patient. The diffence being that angels were never dorment. Not when they had hundreds upon thousands of years of hatred building up behind them, making them the evil spirits they were today. They didn't sleep, they just waited.

In the shadows until the time was right to strike at their prey.

They hated not being to able move when people were looking at them and that was why they killed. Hundreds of years of being ignored for being alive. It had twisted their souls, made them into evil creatures that would send a victim back in time to kill them slowly. To let them know what it felt like to be unnoticed as time went on.

This angel had been extremely patient.

'What's that mean?' asked Amy, frowning at River. 'It's a statue when you see it?'

River turned around to face the red-head. 'The Weeping Angels can only move if they're not seen. Or,' she mused, raising her voice slightly, 'Legend has it.'

'It's not legend,' grumbled the Doctor, pushing himself away from the recording. 'It's a quantum lock in the sight of,' He grabbed hold of a piece of fabric hanging from the ceiling to hold, only it ripped away from the ceiling when he pulled on it too hard, 'any living creature. The angels literally cease to exist.'