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All these damn Vamp Fics got my heart on a vice grip.
Significationary's 'Boo and Hiss'
ALSO Does anyone have a copy of this Vamp Fic called 'Sweet Descent' ???
Part 4!
"It is you!" Saxi realised, eyes wide, "But I thought... You're a Whitedawn... They..." "Oh yes," Eboni said, seeming to only just remember, "All the Whitedawns were executed, weren't they?" A brief flash if awareness; of pain, before her eyes misted over again. "Have I missed something here, or..." Oscar raised an eyebrow quizzically at the Time Lords. The Doctor opened his mouth to explain, but was beaten to it by Saxi. "This is Ebonilocundralescolden Whitedawn. Shortened to Eboni for obvious reasons. Her chosen name is The Dreamer, because..." She looked at Eboni, who was still daydreaming, "Well. For even more obvious reasons. Except it's not just daydreams; sometimes she has visions. She can look into the future, see things that are to come, but when the visions happen is unpredictable. It can be at night when she sleeps, or in broad daylight in front of everyone." "The Whitedawns tried hard to keep it a secret. They didn't want anyone knowing she was a prophet of sorts, least of all Rassilon," The Doctor continued, "Luckily for them it was often hard to tell a normal daydream from a vision, so hiding it was relatively easy." "Only close friends knew of her gifts outside of her House. Namely me, Theta, Koschei and her closest friend, Ilssii - The Scribe, Saxi finished. "Morsha doesn't know..." The Doctor mumbled. "Morsha?" Eboni repeated, snapping out of her daydream, "Big sister Engineer... she's alive?" "Very much so," The Doctor confirmed, sighing, "She doesn't even know your new name..." "Huh?" Oscar interrupted, lost again. "Eboni used to be known as Yulin, Morsha's younger sister. Just before she was executed, Theta and I found a note she'd left, telling us she'd changed her name," Saxi explained. "We never had time to tell anyone, we thought she'd been executed." "But why are you here, how did you find us?" Oscar asked Eboni after a moment's silence. "Why am I... Oh!" The Dreamer exclaimed, looking at the Doctor, "Theta, you have to get out of here. I had a vision and there was this man, and your daughter..." she trailed off, noticing the broken figure in Oscar's arms. Her eyes clouded over again, "Oh. Am I late?"
Part 3 ^.^ They'll be coming a little slower now because I actually have to type the rest out, and THEN i'll actually be writing more.
Zerral put on a wide smile. "Parting is such sweet sorrow." He turned to Oscar, "'Til next we meet." "Fuck off." With that, Zerral strode from the room and back towards the top deck. The Doctor looked at Saxi. "Now do you see what you've done? That man is a murderer and you've given him immortality! Wh... How can you not know that?" Saxi sighed guiltily, lowering her head and kneeling beside Oscar. "Can I help?" When he didn't answer, she sighed again, "I want to help." There was silence for a moment, before Oscar's head snapped up. "Where's Lucy? Is she still in the kid's rooms? Where is she?" Saxi gasped, jumping up. "The child! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!" she cried, darting in the direction Zerral had gone. They ran after her, Oscar carrying Vamp, until they reached a small, isolated room to the east of the ship's underdeck. Saxi burst in... then stepped out again, blinking. Then walked in again. Instead of the petrified child she'd expected, Lucy was being tickled by a young woman with unnaturally purple eyes and bright blue hair. The only screaming coming from the child was a series of ticklish squeaks. Her long brown hair was falling over her face as she shook with laughter, and one of her little pink shoes had fallen off. "She's a pretty girl, isn't she?" The woman said, her voice distant and relaxed as she ceased the tickling. Oscar stared, baffled. The Doctor and The Vampyre were also baffled, but for a different reason. They knew who she was. "Eboni?" Lucy looked up with curious green eyes, her grin widening as she practically threw herself at The Doctor. "Grandpa Doctor! Daddy! M..." Her smile became a confused pout as she looked at Vamp, still curled up in Oscar's arms. "What's wrong with mummy?" Oscar smiled fondly at his six year old daughter, "Mummy's tired, darlin'. She's resting." Lucy bit her lip for a second, head still cocked in puzzlement, before shrugging and skipping to sit in Eboni's lap. "You survived," The Doctor noted, his face impassive but his eyes showing disbelief and joy. Eboni's head jerked up, as if breaking out of a daydream. "Oh!" she exclaimed, still not sounding completely aware, "Theta, Saxi, hello! You survived then?"
Crappy fic nobody cares about part two. Sorry again for the lack of read more-ness.
Oscar swore violently, turning to The Doctor, who was staring disbelievingly at his daughter. "What the fuck are you talking about, girl? You killed him! I..." Oscar trailed off, fighting to contain himself. "Oh, if only you could see yourself now, boy." Oscar span round, sending a powerful jet of water at the man standing there. "Annd... stop," Zerral grinned, flicking his wrist casually and letting the water fall to the ground as ice. "Zerral Brown. Last time I saw you, you were dead. Changed a bit, haven't you? How'd that happen?" The Doctor wondered, frowning at the man's new appearance. Rather than the middle aged man he remembered, Zerral had taken on a whole new appearence, becoming younger and thinner. His hair was now short and blond; his eyes grey and hard. He grinned. "The same way it happened to you, Time Lord." "What do you mean, the same way it happened to him?" Oscar growled. Zerral sent him a dangerous smile. "When you and those pathetic friends of yours left Grand Staff, it collapsed around me. But someone found my body. Someone you know quite well, I think. Goes by the name of 'Vampyre'." He grinned widely at the Time Lord's reaction, moving to the pillar after pushing Oscar out of the way. "Oh yes," he continued, running a finger down the side of her face. Oscar's face contorted with rage. Vamp. His Sapphire, and he dared touch her? "She's been watching you closely, my Vampyre. She'd been looking for a human to experiment on, but she didn't want to stop watching your child's progress as a Vampyre." It was obvious how blatantly he was ignoring Oscar. "When I awoke, I had a new body and she was standing over me, smiling triumphantly." The Doctor stood completely still, his brain working overtime to process it all. Zerral waited, looking up only when it clicked in The Doctor's brain. "Impossible..." "Oh, not impossible, Theta. Haven't you realised by now that nothing's impossible?" Heads turned as the Vampyre herself stepped out of the shadows. She sent a fleeting smile to Oscar before facing The Doctor. She pulled up her sleeve, showing him an ugly scar running down the length of her forearm. "D'you like it? I sacrificed some of my DNA to bring this one back. Extracted it and merged it with his." "But that is literally impossible. Humans can't handle Time Lord biology!" "I didn't completely change him! I merely granted him the ability to regenerate dead cells. It's like having nanogenes that change physical appearance, think of the potential!" The Doctor could see the excitement building in her. "Oh, Saxi... What have you done?" "She's given me the gift of immortality, Doctor, something I have craved for so long!" Zerral stated triumphantly. "Immortality isn't always a gift, dad." Oscar growled. "And what about Vamp?" The Doctor asked, a hidden threat in the words, "Was she part of your experiment?" The Vampyre shrugged, walking over to the girl. "Zerral wanted revenge and I wanted information. I wanted to see the bond between Kalka'shar and lifemate in action and, seeing as you wouldn't let me dissect them, I had to find another way to perform the experiment. You can't condemn me for wanting to learn!" She paused for a minute, staring curiously at Oscar like a baby seeing its belly button for the first time. "I wonder..." she mumbled, before jabbing a fist into Vamp's already broken ribs. The effect was instantaneous. Vamp jerked upright where before she had been limp and lifeless. A strangled scream forced its way past the blood in her throat, and tears left bloody tracks down her face. Oscar fell to his knees at the same moment, his cry mingling with hers. The Doctor winced slightly and steadied Oscar, sending a 'you've just crossed the line' glare at Saxi, who was smiling; intrigued and gleeful at the results of her 'test'. Zerral merely looked on, an evil glint in his eyes. "Brilliant!" The Vampyre laughed when the screaming had stopped, "It seems the closer you are, the more intense the bond becomes! Oh, but how? How is it even possible to be naturally linked so closely to a person?" Oscar snarled at her, forcing himself to his feet. "That's all you want to know?" "Well yes!" Saxi replied, "If I can find out how the bond comes about, I could work on replicating, even improving the effects!" "Then why the fuck didn't you ask nicely?" The Vampyre blinked. "You know?" Oscar sighed, "I have an idea what causes it. I'm still not sure how, but it might help." " Well, come on then!" she sighed at Oscar's uncooperative glare. "Please then. I need this information! You don't understand, I live to discover things like this!" Oscar gestured to Vamp. "Let her go, first." "O-of course," Saxi sighed, unchaining the girl and handing her gently to Oscar. He knelt down, resting her on the floor and shamelessly tearing his shirt off, sending a small burst of water to dampen it, and using it to clean her wounds. "Will she be okay?" The Vampyre had melted into the shadows again, and her voice lacked its usual smug confidence. "I don't know yet, damn it!" Oscar yelled, stroking Vamp's head with one hand and cleaning her with the other. "I'm... I'm sorry." "Sorry?" Oscar growled, "SORRY? You fucking put me through hell. You put my girl through worse, and you're sorry?" The Vampyre paused, struggling with herself. "Yes... I'm sorry. Can I... Is there any way I can help?" " Fucking off would be nice." Zerral snarled, his patience breaking. " Your emotions are a weakness! How can a person lower himself to such depths because of a simple experiment?" The Doctor turned to the man, anger burning in his eyes. "I think we'd all appreciate it if you shut up. Because you're starting to sound like a Cyberman, and we don't want Cybermen here." Zerral made a small 'pah' noise, striding over to where his son was kneeling. He threw Oscar out of the way. "What are you doing?" Saxi asked tentatively. "I'm doing what any man would do when unburdened by emotion..." he growled back, reaching for Vamp's throat. "N-no, Zerral, no, that's not what we agreed, you said you wouldn't kill anyone! Please, don't!" Oscar launched himself onto Zerral, pinning him to the ground. "You lay a finger on her and I'll see to it you don't have time to regenerate," he threatened. "I find it difficult to believe such a pathetic creature came from me!" Zerral sneered, rolling so that his son was underneath him. "Yeah, well I guess I'm more of my mother's son," Oscar retorted, rolling again. "You killed your mother! Even as a child you were a murderous s'wit! Your mother would be so disappointed." Oscar paused in disbelief. "You slimy bastard. You slimy fucking toad!" Zerral smirked at the reaction. "I'd rather that than the murderer of my own mother." "Shut up. Just shut the fuck up." "Afraid to face the tr-?" Oscar's outraged cry cut him off, accentuated by a hard punch to the jaw. Then another. Then several more. "You." Punch. "Fucking." Punch. "BASTARD!" Punch, punch, punch, pu-. "Oscar!" The Doctor jumped forward, dragging the infuriated man off of his father. "LET GO! I'LL FUCKING KILL THE PIECE OF SHIT!" "She's dead because of you!" Zerral continued. Saxi looked on, unsure of what to do. "No, Zerral, please, this has gone far enough, you've had your revenge, can't we just-?" "I DIDN'T KILL HER, I DIDN'T!" Oscar cried over her. "Of course you didn't," The Doctor reassured, wrestling to keep him back, "You were a child, Oscar, she was sick from the minute you were born, it wasn't your fault! He knows he's hit a nerve, he's trying to break you. Don't let him win!" "I could've been a normal kid! Every fucking person I met wanted to fuck me or kill me, and where the fuck was he through all that? He was off kissin' his own arse!" "I know, and I'm sorry, I really am, but you mustn't let him beat you!" The Doctor sighed, "I know what it's like, I really do, but think about what good came of it! You went through all that, you were so young, but then you met her! Vamp! Remember what you said to me? You couldn't imagine life without her." He moved Oscar's head round to face Vamp. She was curled up on the floor, shaking with the sobs that now shook him. She looked up at him, the only emotions in her eyes being love and pity. "Look at her, Oscar. Out of every bad thing that happens, something good comes of it, and you got her. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Oscar stared at her a minute longer, then grunted, shrugging out of The Doctor's grip and kneeling beside her again. The Doctor smiled briefly, before turning to Zerral. "I think you'd better leave before I really lose my temper." Saxi took a breath and faced Zerral also. "He's right. You've done enough. I never wanted any of this. I just wanted to learn, I didn't want anyone to die, and I didn't want you to hurt them this badly. Just go."
Fic that nobody cares about! Part 1! Hey Jem! Remember this one?
(Sorry it's not under a read more) ---- "I... I'm t-terribly sorry sir. I'm afraid I don't quite understand..." Oscar grabbed the man by his collar, slamming him against the wall. "Enough of the bull," he growled, wincing as he felt them hit her again, "Tell. Me. Where. She. IS!" The last word was accentuated by a rather vicious knee to the man's stomach. He cried out, whimpering. "I-I shall have to call security-" "DON'T 'SECURITY' ME!" Oscar roared, throwing the man to the floor. "You bastards took my girl, you're hurtin' her, and I don't much like it when people hurt my girl. Now you better tell me what the hell you've done to her before I drown every last one o' ya!" "I-I..." "You'll have to excuse my friend," a pleasant voice spoke, accompanied by a smiling man in tweed and a bow-tie. "He has... episodes. Highly unstable, needs a whole security team sometimes!" He waved cheerily, leading Oscar away from the room. "Episodes?" Oscar repeated once they were safely away. "It was that or I let you kill the man!" "He'd deserve it! For cryin' out loud, Doctor, they've got my girl here somewhere, they're hurtin' her, and if I don't find her..." Oscar ran a hand over his face, agitated. "Yov've said before, with that mental link you have with her, you told me you can feel it, but that's not true. You get echoes, Doctor, just echoes. I feel every blow, as if it were happenin' ta me. And God help me, I can't take much more o' this. I'd kill every last one of them if it meant I could see her again." The Doctor bent forward slightly, looking him in the eye. "You're right, I can't imagine what you're feeling right now, but I don't need to because I've seen it. In the Time War, her people would take their own lives if their lifemate died. I've seen it far too many times in you and her. But we gain nothing by taking the lives of the people on this ship. There's always another way. Trust me." Oscar groaned and doubled over, biting back tears as another wave of pain tore through him. "She's close..." he leant against the wall, sliding into a crouch, "Jesus Christ, what're they doin' to her?" 'Oscar... father, anyone? Can anyone hear me?' Oscar's head snapped up, eyes wide. He looked at The Doctor, who nodded. "I heard." Oscar swore, but kept his mental voice cool as he reached down the faint mental pathway that had opened. 'It must be bad if you're callin' for help. Where are you? What're the bastards doin' to you?' He felt his lover's reassurance wash over him, but nothing could disguise the effort it took for her to maintain the telepathic linkway. He sent some of his own power to strengthen it. To strengthen her. 'I don't know exactly where I am. I think they've got me somewhere below deck.' Her voice started to withdraw, fear building between them. 'Help...' It was that last word that awoke the killer within Oscar. --------------- "Oscar... Oscar, don't go running in there, we need to..." Too late. The Doctor ran after Oscar as he stormed down to the ship's underdeck, stopping him just before he ran into the path of three rather burly, well armed security guards. "Oscar, wait," he said, holding him back, "just stop and think for a mi-oof!" He was cut off as Oscar sent a burst of enery at him, throwing the Time Lord backwards several feet. "Keep out of my way," he warned, before striding away, pushing the guards against a wall with three sickening crunches. 'Oscar, be careful... he's not what you think he might be... I know it's impossible, but he's-' Oscar stumbled, crying out as a thousand knives cut through him. The next part was easy. Follow the screams. -- He found her in the southmost room, tied to a large, white column that seemed so out of place amongst the rust and bloodstains in the room. She was slumped over, eyes closed, the only proof she was alive being the sharp, unsteady rising and falling of her chest. Oscar couldn't see any part of her that wasn't covered in blood or dirt. She mumbled something incoherent as he approached. "Ssh, don't talk, I've got you..." he reassured, reaching for the ropes that bound her. She lifted her head, panic in her eyes. She sent him a warning push of energy and he stopped, framing her face with his hands. "What's wrong, what is it?" he growled, eyeing the various slices in her face. She struggled, desperately trying to speak. A trickle of blood ran from her mouth. After a moment she gave up, gathering her strength before sending him one impossible word. 'Zerral...'
