Creating our own hell
He stood in the darkness of the master bedroom, motionless like a marble statue, not even breathing, just watching them, his mind working on deepening their sleep. It wouldn't do to wake them up.
When he finally filled his lungs to inhale their scents it was almost enough to make him weak-kneed. Scent is deeply linked to our memories and those were all coming back, flooding him now. They'd had good times together – the best, actually, even though it had just been a single heartbeat in eternity.
The vampire stalked closer, silent as a shadow. They looked so happy together, so peaceful and safe. The halos he still saw really seemed to fit into this picture perfectly. She seemed to belong into his arms that promised so much protection. And yet the old man would not be able to protect her at all. He would lose her tonight, they would, they had, so many, many years ago.
And even though Aidan was surprised to feel so much tenderness towards the old Timelord again all of a sudden he still couldn't quite bring himself to forgive him. He'd let them take her and he'd let them capture Aidan and he'd never come to rescue him. The vampire really hoped that Valdorsa had been looking for Naz, but even if... He never came back for him. He'd never seen them again, the family Val had been talking about torn apart and he'd been abandoned once again – this time in a very physical manifestation of hell. No, he couldn't forgive him.But he knew that his punishment would be hard enough: He'd lose her tonight...
Because Aidan would do tonight what the old Time lord had failed at so miserably: He'd keep her safe.
So he gently picked her up. She was light as a child and so very warm and alive and it was to him as if her scent, her aura wrapped around him like a blanket of warm, golden light. Before he even knew what he was doing he crouched down to the floor with her, nuzzling her, golden hair caressing him, the faintest murmur escaping from the sleeping girl's lips when he sank his teeth into her.
He wanted to die of sheer happiness when he tasted her blood, his eyes overflowing with tears. It had been so very, very long. He allowed himself to indulge in the sleeping, well, almost unconscious girl before he used his vortex manipulator to bring her home.
He gently layed her down on the king-size bed in the room that would be hers, theirs, brushed her hair out of her face and lay down next to her to watch her. He couldn't even turn his eyes away for a second, couldn't quite believe that what he saw was real....
She'd probably sleep for quite a while because he had to admit that he'd taken quite a lot of blood... But then of course they had ALL the time in the universe.
