A/N: Back and ready to start again, here is the weeping girl, I believe better written and more realistic enjoy the first revised chapter!

She didn't know her name or if she even had one, she believes she might have had one a very long time ago. Now she was again wandering around London, she almost always went by unnoticed, it had been this way for a while. People walking around, passing by her and not noticing the potential danger that was constantly around.

Rather than feel that she was, more clever than them or that they were a very stupid bout of people, she was envious. These people had no idea what they had, she only wished she could feel the dampness, the chill of London, she wishes to experience once more the smell of freshly mowed grass and to feel the wind comb through her hair. However, she no longer had skin or hair for the matter. She was now forever cold, and she was stone.

The statue sighed and began to wait for the moment of her escape from the massive area of people. She was getting too old to be mucking around in this area, finally, when enough people had cleared she fled from central London. Wandering around the streets and into alleyways, trying to stay clear of any sight. Finally, after a while she reached a small church, hundreds of graves stood behind it.

She ran her fingers over each grave making sure to read each inscription, Emily, tom, dozens of Johns and after reaching three hundred and sixty-two graves, she was in the middle of it all. The grave that stood before here reads as Emma Craigson nee Smith, born on January 21st, 1928 and died on December 17th, 1954, beloved wife and mother, the light in the world's darkness.

She ran her fingers over the inscription carefully, one knee against the ground, she pushes herself off the ground and she sat atop the gravestone. Laying her legs over across of the cold stone. The purpose of her existence would be to protect the sleeping, the ones on the ground, the angel would protect the dead from the living. The screeching of her sisters would not deter her from her new purpose. Years and years she would stay there, perfectly still except in those moments where the disgraceful ones would make their presence known, then she would take them away from this world. Back in time, where they would live their lives away from her and the dead.

Suddenly, she heard something, quickly she fled the stone grave and hid nearby a newer gravestone, standing beside it like a guardian. She heard two voices, one of a child and another of a man, around his thirties. Her eyes looked over to see the man holding the little girl by the scruff of her neck, while in his left he held a beer bottle. The girl had tears run from her eyes, the man was obviously drunk. He shoved the little girl down on the grave.

"You, you did this to your mother!" Spit was flying out of his mouth spilling all over the grave. How dare this man enter here in the angel's home, how dare he yells at a child, this man is a bad man and deserves to disappear. How about the early thirteen thirty-seven? She grinned showing her sharp teeth and tapped the man on the shoulder. He turned around and saw the angel's horrifying face. Immediately he screamed and then faded away, no it was more like a pop. She tried to sigh in satisfaction but felt the stupid lock kick. She glanced down at the little girl from the bottom of her eye. The child glanced at her and then ran, not daring to look back.

She sat down on the grave, wishing she could just sleep, but she can't.

This kept going on for years and years, whenever someone unsuitable came about she zapped them away, or when someone wished to see their dead loved ones again. The little girl never visited the grave again, that was one thing for sure. People learned to not disrespect the dead here. Even the priests wouldn't step one foot into the graveyard.

The stone she sat upon slowly eroded away after centuries. Her sisters always taunted her until they ventured off, across the stars. All of the graves have degraded and she no longer had a purpose. She allowed the humans to put her on a ship, a ship that would go to the stars, maybe she would find a new purpose, maybe she could find peace once more. She did land on a planet but not for long, she was transferred to another ship, where she met one of her sisters. Her sister was angry and trying to elect a response out of her, she didn't care. She sat upon the ground with her legs up to her forehead.

"You sorry excuse of one of us, you never did anything did you, well we're going to bring them back, all of them, hundreds of thousands of us."

Her sister was spiteful because no matter how much her sister talked, yelled or screeched across their mental connection, she wouldn't answer. She would not spend her time being cruel, she tried that once, it wasn't good. She thinks she should call her Abiba, it would fit her sister perfectly.

I felt the energy being sucked away from the ship by Abiba, she was planning to crash the ship, where more of her sisters were. She rubbed her forehead, what had she gotten herself into this time?