The Weeping Angel

Chapter 20: The Bit That Didn't Add Up

CHAPTER 20: THE BIT THAT DIDN'T ADD UP

The TARDIS landed with a hollow clunk that resonated through the whole of the place. It seemed darker somehow forlorn. I ran my hand along the railing as I traipsed towards the steps that lead to the door. The Doctor began to follow only as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

This is what I needed, a break. Time to just sit and watch programmes on the telly with a mug of tea without having to worry about the TARDIS crashing, or being called by some alien in the distant future for help. Just me. Just my house. And so much quiet.

I was suddenly feeling better about my little holiday leave. Besides, it was almost Christmas, I could run out and buy some gifts for everyone.

The Doctor came down the stairs after me and slowly pulled open the door to the TARDIS, revealing that we had landed in the yard of my old house, everything dusted with snow, the house looking as dark and empty as it always had. There was something comforting about that though, spacious and free.

"Miss. Raven," The Doctor said, rocking on the balls of his feet and still holding the door. He smiled slightly.

"Doctor," I replied with a small curtsy. I skipped to him and stood up on my toes to kiss his cheek. It took me by surprise when he suddenly pulled me up into a hug.

"Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone, yeah?"

"No promises..." I sniffled. He chuckled softly and kissed my head. "Best be going," I continued. He nodded quickly and pulled back.

"Of course, of course," He gave a small smile.

"You'll be back soon, right...?" I asked, stepping out into the shin sheet of snow over the grass of my lawn. The tall black trees on the sides of the yard, bare of leaves, their spindly sharp branches a harsh contrast against the clear blue of the sky.

"You can count on it," he grinned crookedly, leaned in the door-frame of the TARDIS. Snow fell in thick clumps and dusted my hair and shoulder, sticking to my eyelashes. I gave a small forced smile and it dropped again as I gave a small salute.

"At ease," He chuckled, his arms folded over his chest. I dropped my hand.

"Goodbye for now," I said softly.

"I'll be back for Christmas!" He announced more cheerily before spinning on heel and disappearing into the TARDIS, the door swinging shut behind him. A moment later the blue box in my lawn began to dematerialize, the only evidence of it having been there was a fading snow-less patch in the grass. I spread my arms and looked up at the sky, watching the snow come floating down like leaves on a autumn breeze, brushing my skin. I dropped my arms to my sides again and turned slowly to look at the house.

The two stone lions on the sides of the stained wood door looked as proud as ever. The grey stone of the house and the crystal clear windows looked familair as always. I took my first step forward, and continued on towards the house. I slipped a hand into my pocket and felt the house key there. Just where I had left it. I unlocked the door and opened it, breathing out slowly as I stepped inside, looking up at the spiral staircase with the victorian stair runners and cast iron railing. A large crystal chandeliar hanging from the ceiling, the dark oak floorboards still glossy. There was very few furniture items around, and what there was, was spread through the house.

"Hello?" I called to the empty house.

I was answered by only silence. I sighed and walked upstairs, running my hand over the cast iron railing, pretending for a moment that it was the TARDIS railing. I smiled for a moment and reached the top of the stairs, dropping my hand to my side once more.

"HELLO?" I yelled. My voice resonated through the long empty halls and rooms. I sighed heavily and continued down the hall once I'd accepted that I was not going to get an answer. I had brought nothing onto the TARDIS with me, so I had nothing to bring back to the house with me.

I wrapped my arms around myself and got to my room, nudging the door open. Everything was untouched, I wasn't sure how long I'd been gone but it must have been awhile. A thin layer of dust had settled over everything, cobwebs glowing with the silvery light that flooded through the glass doors to the balcony.

I picked up my phone and blew the dust from it and pulled the charger out. I turned it on only to see that there was no service. I'd been gone for so long that they'd turned the servive off due to the lack of payment. It was snowy when I left, it was snowy now... Had it been a year...?

Suddenly a painful realisation hit me. Fear flooded through my veins and my hearts pounded against my ribcage.

Hearts.

I was not human. So how the hell did I have an aunt?

I heard the floorboards creak behind me and my breath caught in my throat. Slowly I turned around, and there she was. Annette. A blue circular light was glowing in the centere of her forehead, her eyes dead, her face expressionless.

It made sense. The doll like lipstick. The finger curls in her short hair. Her knee length dresses. Anette, was not 20. She was 113. She was an American Flapper from the 1920's and she was long gone. Something was using the shell of the woman who'd raised me. But what.

She stepped forward, and all of the sudden, everything went black.

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Thank you for reading! This is the final chapter of The Weeping Angel :) I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I have writing it! 

I will release the pre-written midquel first and the sequel will be out soon!! A HUGE thanks to all of my fantastic readers who have stuck with me all the way to the end! I love you all so much and I hope to see you in the stories to come!

Lotte xx