Vanadey sat still, humming along to Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond. She bobbed her head slightly before groaning.
"Guys, talk to me." She said, tilting her head. "I'm bored and you lot don't make it better." She chuckled to herself. "Anything interesting happening?"
"The Angels are still grouping." One Cleric, Marco, replied.
"How lovely. Why don't they just...leave us alone?" Vanadey muttered, her fear was creeping up on her again. She twiddled her thumbs but then her thoughts went from the Angels, to the Doctor. How it felt for his lips to connect with hers.
How it felt just to have him next to her, to be there for her whenever she needed him.
How it felt to know that he was going to save her, the Clerics, River, Amy and himself.
Before Vanadey let her thoughts trail any further, she listened intently to the forest sounds. But nothing came up. Nothing but the sound of crickets.
"Are you getting this too?" Marco asked, and Vanadey frowned. She couldn't see what was happening.
"The trees? Yeah." A Cleric called Phillip replied to Marco, and Vanadey frowned more, if possible.
"What's with the trees? Why're you talking about the trees?" She asked, desperate to understand what she couldn't see. She could only guess the Angels were doing something.
"Here too, sir. They're ripping the Treeborgs apart." A Cleric called Pedro informed the group.
"And here. They're taking out the lights." Phillip informed Marco and Pedro, along with Vanadey (technically).
"What's happening? What is going on? Tell me. I can't bloody see!" Vanadey exclaimed, getting fustrated witht the lack of communication to her.
"It's the trees, ma'am." Marco finally said. "The trees are going out."
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"Angels advancing, sir." Phillips informed. Vanadey felt more panicked now. She couldn't deal with the fact that she was dependent on people she had never met. All because she looked a stone statue in the eye.
"Over here, again." Pedro called out as he watched the silhouettes of the Angels change with every flash of light.
"Weapons primed, combat distance five feet, wait for it!" Marco ordered, and the group of Clerics took their positions to protect not only themselves, but Vanadey as well.
Speaking of which, the youngest Pond stood to her feet and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She sucked in a breath and shivered.
"Marco? What's happening? Why are you calling out orders?" She questioned, feeling uneasy with the new tension in the air.
"Keep your position and, ma'am, keep your eyes shut!" Marco informed and, as Vanadey was about to take a step back, Marco called out. "Wait!" A bright light flooded throughout the forest, of which Vanadey could almost see through her closed eye lids. "The ship's not on fire, is it?"
"It can't be, the compressors would have taken care of it." Pedro responded, watching the bright light like Marco and Phillip were. "Marco, the Angels have gone. Where's they go?"
"There were Angels?" Vanadey whimpered, hating how fragile she felt and probably sounded. She knew she wasn't as scared as this normally, and she felt like kicking herself for feeling like it now.
"This side's clear too, sir." Phillip informed Marco.
"The Angels left? Gone? Poof?" Vanadey asked, trying to wrap her head around why the Angels would have left. But something dawned on her.
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Until I Found You // 𝟙𝟙𝕥𝕙 𝔻𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣 (DISCONTINUED)
Fanfiction'was previously named "Last of Our Kinds ~ 11th Doctor' VANADEY // Forest Goddess (vuh-nay-day) Who would've thought that two people - soulmates - were the last of their kind? Vanadey Pond was seemingly ordinary. With no special powers but the feel...
