Both Tori and Padme did little to stop her, just watched as the time lord rambunctiously darted about the room. Her eyes heavy, but the tears stifled as she signaled for the group to follow her. Paying last respect, Tori and Padme bowed at the fallen body of Bell as they endlessly followed Journey,

“We need to find his daughter,” Journey snapped.

“But you said…you said she was dead,” Padme interjected.

Journey sneered at her remark, “What do I know?”

In silence, the group followed on the six of the time lord. Each passing moment heightened the tension as they made their way to the ‘Manor’.

After Tori busily drove the group in her van, they let out in front of their destination. Without a huff or a puff, Journey walked alone towards the heavy gothic door of the creepy ‘Manor’. As her sweating hands yanked the door open, she quickly turned towards her colleagues and in a few choice words, snapped.

“Stay,” she commanded.

Padme almost heaved with laughter but muzzled herself at the angry glare of the furious time lord.

“You got to be kidding me? You can’t go in their alone,” Padme argued and took a step towards her friend.

But Journey dismissed her, pushed her away and slammed the huge cathedral door behind her, whipped on the sonic device and sealed the door shut. She was right where she wanted to be. It was just her and the Weeping Angels.

“Alright, so…how do we get in?” Tori announced after her team and Padme were done fiddling with the sonic-sealed door.

“Maybe we don’t,” Padme exclaimed, turning her back to the door and resting against it.

The sky was just as gray as the day prior. The clouds spit rain, nothing significant; it was all just ominous and dooming.

“Bell,” Tori started, “had blue prints of the ‘Manor’. There is suppose to be a hidden entrance around back, through the gargoyles mouth,”

The three remaining investigators picked up their gear and stood beside their leader. However, Padme dismissively waved her hand.

“She doesn’t want to be followed,”

Tori, with a slight shake of her head, knelt down beside Padme and looked optimistically and the bereaved girl, “Listen. You’re her friend. Would a friend let a friend face off with a creature as deadly as the Weeping Angels alone?”

Padme didn’t blink. She just rolled her eyes and the lifted herself off the ground, “Fine,”

Tori led them around the ‘Manor’. The brilliant architecture of the building almost disguised it from the true treachery that dwelled within it. The grass was dew-ridden and Padmes’ eyes fixated on the beads as she swiftly kicked them with her dragging feet. As the group came around the back corner, as promised, a gargoyle stood waiting, its mouth wide and hungry.

“Alright, who’s first?” Tori announced.

Without hesitation her team dove into the monsters mouth and disappeared into the darkness on the other side. Not far behind was Tori, and reluctantly, Padme anchored the group. Their bodies clashed onto the ground in the basement of the ‘Manor’. The lights dim and flickering as they all gathered their legs and studied their surroundings.

They crept along, clinging to the dusty walls as they searched quietly for Journey. Their eyes watered for fear of blinking as the constant threat of a Weeping Angel attack loomed over every corner.

“What was that?” one of the red shirts barked as the distant sound of fluttering could be heard.

Tori and Padme both stood straight, hushing each other and bending to the side to try hear better. Silence had resumed.

Another flutter.

“Holy shit,” Tori gulped as her and Padme stood back to back searching for the approaching angels.

The intervals of silence only added horror to the scene as they all searched the musty corridors of the ‘Manor’. The lights gently flickered, and with the short black out more flutters could be heard as the enemy cornered its’ prey.

“THERE!” bellowed one of the girls.

They all swung to face a Weeping Angel, hands blocking its eyes, unable to look at them. The girls stood motionless, never breaking eye contact with the deadly assassin. They just stared, unsure of what to do.

Then, Padme broke the silence, “Is anyone looking behind us,”

Padme whirled around and froze a weeping angel with one of the investigators partially down its stone throat. Padme rushed to her side, barking for Tori and the others to focus on the other angel. She grasped the girls’ legs and tried to pull her back from the solidified throat of the Weeping Angels. But then the lights started to flicker.

Despite her best efforts, the girl began to slowly slide down the creatures throats between intervals of light. Padme tried with all her strength to pull her up, but the angel eagerly devoured its prey in the darkness, leaving Padme and the others to back into a circle to look out for more.

“Oh my god,” Tori whispered as Padme reappeared out of the flickering light alone.

The other angel was frozen feet away from them. Padme looked to face the other, whose stone stomach now contained a massive bulge of the poor girl digesting inside.

She was unsure of what to think as the creatures’ rock basin began to fill with stinging, burning acids. Her clothes sizzled as the pool rose up to her neck level, the acids doing all the work to digest the prey.

The Weeping Angel was stuck in stone as it digested its meal. It drew one arm to cover its eyes, the other rested gently on the stone circle of its belly. Echoing across the empty halls of the manor, and making their way into the ears of the remaining four were the periling sounds of the girls’ digestion. Small *BLORBS* bounced off the cathedral walls, dancing into the un-wanting ear drums.

Tori and Padme briefly caught each others’ eye and then did the only thing they could do. Run.

Journey was in some large empty room shortly down the hall from the entrance way. It was better lit than the rest of the ‘Manor’, and despite no visual conformation, she knew she was not alone. A gentle flutter came flapping from behind her and Journey calmly whirled around to see a Weeping Angel stalking the doorway.

“Hello,” she said with a semi-smile, but it did not stay that way. Journey was all business.

“I believe a girl came here the other day, pretty blonde,” Journey paused and briefly looked at the flat midsection of the stone angel, “Did you by any chance NOT eat her?”

Journey stood lips twisted staring at the frozen beast. She sighed loudly and then with a blink of her eyes allowed the angel to move. In an instant it was gone.

Journey grunted, “Thanks so much,”

The time lord looked around the rather large room. It was musty, dust-covered, and the wallpaper was peeling off the sides, but there was still something more to it that Journey couldn’t quite place her finger on. The room had two long narrow tables with dozens of rotted chairs lining either side. It looked like some sort of banquet hall.

Her eyes ran the length of the room, until they caught glimpse of something out of the ordinary. A little glimmer of light caught Journey’s eye and she zoomed in on what appeared to be a room behind a peeled piece of wallpaper. Excitedly, Journey rushed over to examine. She pulled back the wallpaper and sure enough, there was a short tunnel and stairs, leading deeper into the ‘Manor’. As she stepped forth, she could hear more flutters of the angels.

The light was dim. In response, Journey pulled out her sonic device to help guide the way. The stairs creaked loudly as her soft feet bounced off of them. Soon, she was in near darkness, alone, and aware the weeping angels were closing in. She scanned the area with the sonic device, the whirring echoing off the empty corridors. In the midst of the blue light, she could see two weeping angels standing guard at the entrance to the secret tunnel. Their eyes covered, but each with one arm reaching out towards the time lord.

Then the sonic device stopped whirring.

“Fuck,”

Journey sprinted down the hallway as fast as she could, the rapid fluttering of the angels’ wings vibrating the entire length of the hall. Her feet splashed in water that flooded the tunnel as she trekked on, clawing at the walls for direction.

Louder and louder the flutter grew as the angels bore down on her, gleeful to consume the powerful body of a time lord. Journey’s breath was shortening as she tripped over rubble and crashed into the stone wall of the tunnel. She was surely done for. Her lungs grasped for air as she stumbled to try and regain her legs. Her body splashed around in the shallow water, awaiting the treachery of the weeping angels. But nothing came.

The angels were gone.

The two remaining investigators flanked the time travelling Padme and their commander Tori as they scampered down the hall. With the other angel dancing between the flickers of light, and the constant threat of more arriving, the four girls breathlessly sprinted.

“This way,” Tori snapped.

Padme, along with the other two, redirected to follow Tori up and spiral staircase. Padme flashed a look over her shoulder to see the angel briefly look directly at her, eyes uncovered, chilling her spine.

Once atop the staircase they bolted down the main halls, the sound of impending flutters amped as more weeping angels spotted them. The girls felt their leg muscles cramp as they reached a bare wall, the end of the corridor.

“Shit,” Padme grunted between long pulls of air, “We’re fucked,”

The terrified investigators turned to face their enemy. Each of them had their eyes impossibly wide, glancing around at all the different angels. Three, tormented sculpted masterpieces, each containing a stealthy alien predator within.

The angels’ stone hands covered their menacing eyes as they faced their prey. The girls were cornered, trapped between the angels and freedom. All they could do was not blink.

Padmes’ eyes burned as her soft, brown eyes darted from angel to angel. Unable to wipe the water tearing from her eye, her lids closed, and opened thankful to see the angels still in their place.

“What are we gonna do?” Tori asked, briefly reaching out and grabbing hold of Padmes’ hand.

The two investigators started screaming for help, hoping the eccentric time lord would somehow appear and save the day. Minutes passed as they continued to closely eye the weeping angels. One instant from death.

The lights seemed to be dimming, like they were slowly being drained. The angels had remained still for nearly a half-hour, before the first bulb blinked and darkened. The hall grew considerably eerier as the frightened investigators fumbled for a plan.

“We can’t outrun them,” one said.

“We’re done for,” barked the other.

Padme and Tori were lost, in desperate need from the always fearless and confident Journey. Where was she? Padme feared the worst.

Another bulb ignited, turning to dust and the room grew darker. The angels were nearly invisible, hidden by blackness.

“Alright, alright. Think!” Padme jeered, her brow beading with sweat, her sore eyes locked on the nearest angel, “What would Journey do?”

Tori shrugged her shoulders, and retorted with a quip of sarcasm. Padme gulped as another bulb shorted out. The room was a near black, their eyes strained to keep a look on the angels.

Tori’s eyes were bulging from her head as she spoke, “We need to get them too look at each other,”

Padme agreed, but had no means of attaining such a goal. The room grew darker still, the angels wings began to flutter with freedom.

“Quick down,” Padme screamed and then listened as a bird-like wing flap darted over her head.

Her body hit the ground alongside Tori as the two investigators immediately started straining their eyes hard to locate the weeping angels. It was then that Padme noticed it. Hanging opposite the room, barely visible, was a mirror. Without a second thought she launched herself up and sprinted towards it. She immediately felt the wind of an attacking angel, closing in on her, its hands reached out to consume.

Ten feet, and closing, Padme thrust her hands up and down, summoning every ounce of energy to reach the finish. Then, she dodged left, leaving the predatory angel to catch its first glimpse of itself. Caught in its own gaze, the angel froze in front of the mirror. Padme searched for the other two.

Padme felt a hand rest on her shoulder and fired around to see the terrified face of Tori staring back at her.

“We need to go,” she beckoned and signaled from the traveler to follow her.

They took off down the hall, their legs begging for mercy. The musty gray walls were left behind as they ran towards light further down.

“What about the others?” Padme called.

Tori didn’t respond. Padme grimaced as she ran.

One angel stood staring into the mirror, trapped. The others rested with large enormous stone stomachs that were filled with the other two investigators of Tori’s team. Their round, iron-clad bellies were bulging down sagging towards their angelic knees. Their wings were closed over the sides of their stomachs, while one hand rested on their enormous girth while the other blocked their eyes for safety.

Inside, the girls battled for air as the fiery acid of the weeping angel began to drown them. It rose higher and higher, its powerful nature burning at their skin, softening them to slosh inside the creature. Their pathetic punching of the stone stomach walls were fruitless as their skin turned a hot pink color and the smell of their own digestion filled the sac. They were merely meaty sticks being overpowered by the stones.

As the girls were dwindled down to mere waste, the enormous stomach of the weeping angel began to recede. The girls’ softened bodies were nearly unconscious as their forms began to separate and liquefy within the creature. It was everything short of an angelic death. Their bodies were floating in a sea of their own digested flesh as the angels feasted on their life force.

Smaller and smaller the bump became as the girls passed into the intestines of the stone creature. The angels’ wings began to flutter as the digestive process came to an end, the girls bodies melted and fed upon, and now ready to exit. Pressure building, the silent assassins relinquished their latest meals upon the ‘Manor’ floor. Thick, twisted brown masses twirled up on the floor, the warm consistency beginning to cool at once.

Then their eyes began to glow. Bright and exotic, the rarely seen eyes of the weeping angels glowed to impossible intensity. Majestic beams of lights shot out and illuminated the dismal halls of the ‘Manor’.

It’s time.

Journey reached the end of the hallway. Her aching body rested against the wall momentarily while she thought of her next plan of attack.

“Why did they leave?” she questioned out loud.

The dampened corridors of the secret tunnel were silent. Only the sound of her labored breath echoed across the eerie halls.

“Unless,” she said, her eyes rising in sudden realization, “No. Can’t be,”

Journey turned and looked down the darkened tunnel. A small light could be seen flickering away at the end. She closed her eyes momentarily, and as soon as her lids clicked together, that rapid fury of fluttering wings could be heard overhead. She dropped to her knees, started looking over her head wildly to find the weeping angels in the darkness. The fluttering continued, but Journey couldn’t find them.

She climbed back onto her feet and began to run towards the light at the end of the tunnel. Her legs ailing, and her mind racing. She was sure the weeping angels could have got her by now. Why weren’t they attacking? The possible reasons were all too disconcerting.

The sounds of angel wings were ramped as Journey burst into the tiny lit room. Her body collapsed onto the ground, her eyes quickly opening to thwart off any attacking angels.

“Hello,” came the chilling voice of a woman.

Someone else was in the room? Padme?

“No,”

How did she hear me?

“I can hear everything, Journey,” the voice continued.

Journey had her back to the speaker. Her eyes wide open, terrified. There could be only one reason the angels weren’t attacking. They were focused on something else.

“That’s right,” the voice confirmed.

Something else terrible.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

Something impossible.

“Improbable maybe,”

The taunting voice continued to loom over Journey, intercepting her thoughts and commenting on them sarcastically. The time lord feared to look around.

“Don’t be shy, come and see your master,” the voice sneered, “I already know you so well,”

Journey closed her eyes wishing it away.

“We’ve been on this path for quite some time you and me,” the voice continued, “My entire life was working towards this, both our time lines converging on this meeting. Oh, what a pleasure it will be,”

Journey took a deep breath and began to turn around, only to stop.

“Such a pleasure,” the voice paused, “To kill a time lord,”

Journey quickly flashed around only to turn back and face the wall. The quick glimpse showed a blonde haired girl laced in a tight black get-up with giant black wings stretched out behind her. The woman laughed menacingly, her heart made of stone and her blood running with pure evil.

“You see it now don’t you, Journey,” the woman taunted.

Journey had thought it only to be a legend.

“Your father and my father, working together,”

She was no longer Samantha Belle.

“This was all meant to be. My father is dead, your father is dead, and soon, you will be joining them,” she sneered.

Journey couldn’t believe it. It was just an old wives tale about the weeping angels. No one had ever actually seen one.

Samantha stretched her massive wings out further, they fluttered with great whip. Her blonde hair shimmered with the innocence; but she was no longer who she once was.

“Face me,”

Journey gathered the strength to turn and face the fruit of the weeping angels. As she did, she heard the rest flutter in and surround her in the tiny secret room. Journey’s eyes locked onto the wondrous evil that stood before her. The girl had been transformed.

“Name me,” the woman cackled, and let out a hearty, chilling laugh.

Journey blinked, “The Angel of Darkness,”