Nachtzehrer || The Doctor & Pond
Amy wasnât really expecting to end up at the festival, the TARDIS was very temperamental. What really surprised her, though, was where they ended up. Where was everyone?Â
Sticking out her tongue in an attempt to pick up on what ticked off the Doctor so much, she took a step forward so that she was just outside the TARDIS.
He steps into the snow, the entire sight dreary at best. His hearts dropped into his stomach as he took in the damage, hands balling into fists as his brow knits together in⊠no, it wasnât fear.
But there was a chill coming up his back.
âWe really⊠shouldnât be here. We need to leave, Amyâ
Questions immediately flooded her mind as she looked back towards the Doctor. Amy wasnât quite sure how to feel or what to think. Her usually cool headed, laid back Doctor was different. It was something off, whether it be nervousness or rage. Both were very unlike him.
âWhy? Where are we? Whatâs going on?â She took another step farther away from the TARDIS, looking around in search for something off, something wrong, but she couldnât find anything.
The answer to her questions were sticking in his throat, and he didnât like it. It wasnât a good choked up either, this was a terrible, terrible circumstance theyâd landed in. The Doctor opened his mouth the speak, but no words came out. Instead, there was the audible cock of a gun from the back of his head, and heavy breathing.
âDonât you moveâ the voice of the gun said, and the barrel pressed up behind his head. There was another click and a gun behind his companion, and slowly, he raised his hands. Their possible assailants walked to the front of them, a tall, pale woman and a stout man with dark skin. Both looked battle worn and weary. âShow us your teethâ
The Doctor did just that, baring his teeth at the people before looking to Amy, frowning. âLook, we were just traveling, didnât mean to land hereâ
âHow do we know youâre not one of the biters?â
Amy froze when she felt the gun against her head, looking towards the Doctor nervously. Biters? She mouthed to the Doctor before revealing her teeth with a nervous laugh.
After narrowing her eyes and realizing it wouldn't do any good, Amy mimicked the Doctor, lifting her hands to shoulder level and glancing between the two others. "I promise we're... Not biters."Â












