An American Intervention: Part I

Chapter Five

I blinked and rubbed my eyes before looking back at the fountain. They had moved again, their whole bodies facing me, arms down at their sides, palms up, wings a little more outstretched as if they were to fly away at any moment. Wide eyed, I felt the evil hit my chest like a block of ice. I gasped, trying to catch my breath as my body shivered with evil.

"Lady Moon?" Queen Victoria set her hand over mine. Without thinking, I yanked it back and stood. Then, as an apology, I curtsied.

"Forgive me, I'm feeling very faint," I whispered, my eyes still on the stone angels who had refused to move since I last looked away. I stood up and walked backwards around my seat until I could turn without a barrier.

"Milady," I bowed my head before turning around on my heel.

"Grace!" The Doctor called after me, and I turned around.

The angels were now on the walkway, at least three feet away from the fountain.

"Not possible," I heard myself whisper. "No, not possible."

I saw the Doctor frown in confusion before turning to give himself a look. Immediately he jumped up out of the cloud of ladies-in-waiting and walked backward out of the canopy.

"Doctor?" I heard the Queen ask.

"Nothing to worry about, Vickie, dear," I heard him say as he backed out of the canopy and kept walking backwards until he got to my side.

"Doctor, what – what are those things?" I gripped the sleeve of his tailcoat. "They're so evil. I can feel it."

"Weeping Angels. Very evil, very dangerous. Don't take you eyes off of them," he whispered over my shoulder. "Try not to blink."

I swallowed hard, staring at the angels. "Isn't it funny how, when you tell someone not to do something, they instantly have the urge to do it. For instance," my eyes began to water. "I really have to blink."

The Doctor grabbed my elbow and we walked backwards to the end of the carpet.

"Can't they see them moving?" I asked as we came to a stop and looked over at the Queen and her ladies.

"No. I don't know why. They could be using a sort of shimmer, or something to hide their appearance. But I don't see anything."

The angels stood still, soft stone faces glaring at us. "What I'm wondering," the Doctor muttered to himself, "is how on earth did they get here?

"Alright, on my count, you run as fast as you can that way," he pointed left to another garden path without taking his eyes off of the angels. "I'll run in the opposite direction and try to meet up with you over there. Hopefully by then I'll have a plan." He removed his sonic screwdriver and it began to glow a gentle green. "Ready?"

"Run? In this dress?"

"One,"

I kicked off those ridiculous shoes and gathered what I could of my dress in my fists.

"Two," the Doctor raised his screwdriver and prepared to take off.

Before I got ready to run, I glared at the angels.

"Come and get me, you rotten piece of earth!" I shouted as the adrenaline pounded in my head.

A smile broke out on the Doctor's face as he shouted "THREE!"

I turned and ran as fast as I could down the path, blinking while I still had the chance to. A tall square line of bushes marked the turn, and with the cold sensation on my neck I stopped to look around.