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Meanwhile Rory was in the basement. Right before the man in black left him there to rot he had tossed him a box of matches.
“Why?” Rory had asked.
“It’s more fun that way.” The man said, a smirk on his lips as he threw the doors closed.
Rory’s vision was now gone. The entire room was pitch black. He couldn’t see a thing. In the distance he heard the sound of locks closing.
Great, he thought. He was going to either have to find some sonic device to open the locks from the inside, or he had to somehow search for another entrance. The fact that he was surrounded by nothing but pitch black didn’t help either.
Rory wasn’t scared of the dark, however. No, he might look helpless, but he’s not. He might look young, but looks often deceived.
Let me tell you a little story about this man. He appears fragile to any fool, but he is one of the strongest man I’ve ever known.
He was alive two thousand years ago. He used to be a Roman soldier. A centurion, not quite human, yet he became human later on. He met Amelia then, and he waited two thousand years for her. He fell in love with her at first sight. For Amelia it took a little more than that. I remember one evening Amelia and I were seated together, and I asked her about the time she realized she was in love with Rory.
“You ever look at someone, and you go: they look alright. Then all of a sudden you see them- I mean, really see them. And you finally realize they are the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen?”
I smiled at that, listening with much delight to the tone of her lovely Scottish accent, and the soft murmur of her voice. She looked beautiful then, in the moonlight, seated close to me. Happy to be around each other when there wasn’t a life or death situation, but where we could just chat happily.
I had always adored listening to her voice. To her stories. From the day I met her, a long, long time ago. I had always adored these intimate moments with Amelia.
“To me…” She continued. ”…Rory is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” It was that night when I learned what love is. I had been in love before. Many times, in fact. I still am. But I never had a parent sit me down and tell me what love should really be like. Never had someone taken the time to explain what a healthy relationship should be like.
But that night I learned.
And I shall never forget it.
Back in the cellar a sound was audible then. The distinct laughter of...
“Do I hear children? No...” He grasped he box of matches as he descended carefully down the cellar’s stairs. “What did the man say again?” The sound of laughter came closer now. And a sound of a set of wings. Birds, Rory thought. It must be birds. What else would have wings?
He pulled out one match and lit it quickly, just in time to see what had been approaching them.
“Babies.”
There, in front of him, were four statues. Marble statues of small angels. They might have looked innocent, but Rory knew better. He had heard stories of what they could do. It also explained how he was transported to the 1930s.
The match was burning his finger now, yet he didn’t dare to let go. Was afraid of what the angels might do to them. He lit another one, and then another. It wasn’t long before the matches were nearly burned up. All Rory could do was stare at the angel’s face as it watched him hungrily. And waited. Waited for the matches to burn out. And then they took him. You see, the angels are patient. Very much indeed. They have all the time in the world, while you humans only have the blink of an eye before your life is over. But don’t blink. Don’t even blink when you see one of the Angels. Because when you look away for just one second, they will take you.
And they won’t let you go.