Well, it's half-past one in the morning. I should be in bed...but every time I lay down I start coughing, so, might as well stay up and blog and work on my story some more. This is a really crap story, but meh...it's something to do, isn't it? I've got some Jim Brickman on playing on the internet, among other artists. My eyesight is very bad today, so I hope you will forgive any typos. It's my eye disease playing up, methinks, nothing to be done about it--I'm not blind much, just around the edges of one eye, but some days the night-blindness is worse than others, it seems...this is one of them. Dunno' why. I'm not worried or anything, I'm extremely used to it, no big deal...but sometimes it can be more bothersome than others...tonight being one of those times...dim light really is tough on me, and one of my lights here in the living room has blown.
Anyway, I'm posting what I've written...tho' I understand if no one reads it...it's perfectly okay. At least no one's writing comments like "this story blows." "your writing is too simplistic." "Are you in primary school?" (loved that one), "boring story," "Dr Who sucks" "You're not supposed to begin a paragraph with a person speaking." (I did it ONCE, bite me, ms. critic), oh, and the ever-popular, "this paragraph is too lonng" whinge.
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TWO NEW CHAPTERS OF "DARK HOLIDAY"
CHAPTER FIVE
Donna's prone body lay slumped on the settee, and the young couple watched as the Doctor's eyes fluttered, then closed. Mr. and Mrs. Williams smiled at each other. Mrs. Williams held out her hand, and her husband slipped what appeared to be a drinks straw into it. Smiling with eagerness, she leaned over the Doctor and rolled his head to one side, exposing his neck.
Mr. Williams, who was dressed in country attire, trying to blend in with the locals, casually looked out the window. He spied the distant figure of the local constable, pedaling up the dirt track leading to the cottage. "Blast! That's all we need." He muttered. His young wife turned and gave him a questioning look. "What is it, dear?" He gestured towards the window. "Constable James is paying us a visit, it seems, my dear." Rather than seeming worried, she merely smirked and shrugged, "Well, what's one more for supper? You did say you were hungry, dear."
Mr. Williams frowned. "But, he's local dear, not some ne'er do well or a stranger, that no one will ever miss." She frowned, "We're here on our honeymoon, dear. That nice young couple down at the cottage, that's how everyone sees us. We're above suspicion. Trust me, they'll think some wandering gypsy or escaped convict got him." Pausing, she smiled sweetly at him, and said blithely, "Don't worry, my sweet. We can tell them that we saw some suspicious stranger lurking around our back garden, and who's to say we didn't? Now relax, we've nothing to fear." So saying, she leaned over the Doctor, adjusted his neck angle again, and bore down on him with the tube she held in her hand.
The Doctor's finger came up, and pressed against the end of the straw. Opening his eyes, he looked up into her shocked face and smiled genially...but with a coldness behind his gaze. "I think one bite from a plasmavore is enough for ten lifetimes, thanks." Mr. Williams gave a startled gasp, and his wife backed away from the Doctor, alarmed. The Doctor quickly stood, cold and irresolute. Sparring a quick glance at Donna, his features changed for just a second, a flicker of worry and guilt flittering breifly across his face, before the steely veil of a Time Lord's anger returned to his eyes.
Mrs. Williams quickly tried to re-gain her composure. "We can still have our little tea-time snack, there's two of us, and only one of you." The Doctor merely raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I can count, thanks. Very good at numbers, me. For instance, I know that It would take exactly three-hundred and seventy-eight miligrams of powdered gloschstock weed, to put me into even a light snooze. And, if my tatste buds were right...and they always are, because, well, I'm...me. Anyway," he lurched on, "there were only twenty-four miligrams in that tea, which wouldn't even cause me to crack a yawn, I'm afraid...mind you, I don't half mind the taste. I used to put it in my tea all the time, back home on Galifrey...better than sugar, that. However," He ceased his levity as anger tightened his features once more, "my friend Donna is susceptible to its effects. And that, makes me very, very angry. A whole lorry load of angry. And trust me, you reaallly don't want a ticked off Time Lord on your hands."
The young man gasped. "A Time Lord!" The couple exchanged fearful glances. The Doctor merely nodded. "Yes, and I'm giving you one warning, it's all your going to get. You've already taken one life--that I know of. Get out, leave this planet and go somewhere else, preferably," he said as he eyed them with unconceiled disgust, "somewhere where I'll never see you again, and where you can't harm any more humans." Mr. Williams nodded as if he suddenly understood. He looked at his wife. "Oh, dear. I believe we've harmed his pet, you know how attached some people can get to their pets." The Doctor's eyes flashed indignantly, "She not my 'pet,'" he growled, "she's my FRIEND. A brilliant friend, one of the best I've ever had, and..." he stopped, looking down at the floor and clenching his fists, his chest heaving.
Wthout warning, the woman grabbed a nearby heavy vase and swung it at the Doctor's head. "We're not going anywhere, you are...to wherever it is Time Lord's go when they die!"
CHAPTER SIX
The young woman missed, because just then, Donna's leg shot out and tripped her. The vase dropped with a heavy thud to the floor. The Doctor looked at Donna and gave her an affectionate and relieved grin. "Thanks for that." He said, before stepping back, away from the newlywed alien couple.
The Doctor gave Donna a concerned frown. "Are you alright?" He asked softly. Dona nodded sleepliy and yawned. "Yeah. I'm fine. They drugged us, didn't they?" The Doctor nodded grimly and then his face grew somber. He faced two aliens and withdrew two darts and his sonic screwdriver from his pocket. They looked at him. "You can't stop us, you don't have any weapons." The Doctor was silent for a moment, then he said with quiet menace, "Oh yes, I do. I have my mind, and I have this..." he held up the sonic screwdriver. "...and these." He gestured to the darts. Holding the darts in one hand, he sonicked the tips. Then the Doctor looked at the pair. "Last chance. What do you say, hmm? You'll never get another, not ever." Though he said it softly, for some reason, his tone held more menace in it, than if he had shouted a command.
The woman shook her head, "You can do nothing. a couple of pub darts won't even slow us down, you're a dead man, Doctor. Get him..." With that command, the young man pulled a small laser pistol from his pocket, intent on killing the Doctor. The Doctor heard Donna call out his name, but without hesitation, he flung the two darts, one after the other, right at the hearts of the two aliens. First the young man, than the young woman, cried out, and then collasped to the floor.
Feeling Wobbly, Donna stood. Reaching behind him, not taking his eyes off the two bodies on the floor, the Doctor held Donna against him, to steady her. His eyes suddenly appeared old and sad. "Are they dead?" She asked. "Yeah." He replied bitterly. Donna looked up at him inquiringly. "Who--or rather what, were they? And, what did you do to stop them?" He shrugged. "They were plasmavores--they're a humanoid off-shoot of the vampriac genus family. They live on blood. That's why they needed so much salt, their bodies use it up rather quickly. Fortunately though, unlike vampires, plasmavoores aren't immortal. Oh, they have a higher reisitance to death than a normal human would. A regular pub dart through the heart, wouldn't have been more to them, than a flea bite to a dog. But, they have one flaw."
Donna looked at the bodies curiously. "What's that, Doctor?" The Doctor held up his sonic screwdriver. "To a human, magnetic fields are relatively harmless--even to a plasmavore, the are---usaully harmless. But, inside some of their internal organs--particularly their hears, plasmavores have a particularly rare mineral--a mineral you are quite familiar with." He paused for effect and Donna looked at him askance. "So, come on, out with the rest of it, what's so special about their hearts? The Doctor grinned. "They have trace amounts of a mineral which has much the same properties of gold."
Donna looked at him disbelivingly. "Get out! You're saying these..things, these plasma-what's it's, have golden hearts? No way!" The Doctor smiled, "Not actual gold Donna, but very close to it. And, with this," he wiggled his sonic screwdriver, "I could change the electorstatic discharge in the metal of those darts, thereby raising the transient peak to errode that special mineral inside their bodies, which once it penetrates the chest, instantly weakens their heart muscle. Basically, I made their hearts more human. Dart to the heart would kill a human." "And, so," Donna internjected. " the newlywed aliens are dead," she paused and asked, "doesn't that sort of make you some kind of cupid in reverse?" The Doctor only raised an eyebrow, frowned and sniffed.
Just then, there was a heavy knock upon the front door. Donna visibly jumped. "Who's that?" The Doctor sighed with resignation. "That, would be the village constable." She looked at him. "That's not good, is it? How're we going to explain being in here with two dead people with darts sticking out of their hearts?" Scratching his chin, the Doctor nodded, "Erm--yeah. That would be a bit awkward wouldn't it? I mean, if there were a dart board in the room, we could always pretend to be blind, and say we were asked to play a little game of darts, and whoops officer, I was wondering why those two had suddenly grown so quiet." Donna shook her head, "Noo-nice try, but somehow I don't think even a village constable would buy that." Sighing, the Doctor agreed, "Yeah, plasmavores are rather rubbish at darts."
The Doctor and Donna were about to beat a hasty retreat through the kitchen, when they heard the front door open. "Hullo, Mrs. Williams, is everything alright? A deep voice boomed out. The constable spied the pair and gave them a wary look "Who're you?" The Doctor immediately put on his most friendly smile. "Hello! I'm the Doctor and this is Donna. Mrs. Williams invited us to tea. Lovely day, isn't it?" The constable looked outside. It was overcast and starting to drizzle rain, with the promise of a heavier downpour later. "Aye, if you're a sheep or a duck, I supose." He rumbled wryly.
The policeman was a beefy fellow of middle years, his face florid from the bike ride. "I'd not be minding a spot of tea, myself. I'm a bit parched from riding out all the way from the village." The Doctor looked at the policeman with some skeptiscism. The cottage was less than three miles from the village, hardly a marathon ride for anyone. No doubt the constable's wife was a good cook, judging by the man's stomach. "Right, yes, sorry." The Doctor said hurriedly, "Did I forget to mention? Mrs. Williams and her husband just popped out for a bit of a ramble before teatime. We'd missed them, so we'd decided to just leave them a note and come back later." He started to usher the constable out the door with. "So, why don't I just jot down that you were here as well, and we can all come back tomorrow and have tea together, what da'ya say, ey?"
The constable eyed the Doctor suspiciously. "Who did you say you two were?" Donna came forward and put on a posh air, "I'm Dona Noble, of the Chiswick Nobles, I'm sure you've heard of us. No? Well, anyway, like the Doctor here was saying, we've only come 'round for a spot of tea, on our way to..." She realized just then, that she had no idea where in England she was. "To the Lake District." The Doctor interjected. The policeman harrumphed. "I see, Mr. and Mrs. Noble---" "Oh, we're not married!" The two them said, simultainiously. The policeman raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you're brother and sister, then?" Again, the two started to shake their heads, looked at each other, and shrugged. "Yeah, sure, why not? I'm the one with the brains, he's just there to look pretty and scream a lot."Donna said, earning herself an indignant but good-natured jab in the ribs from the Doctor.
The constable pulled out his notebook. "Well, I'd like to take some information from you, if you don't mind, that is. We'll just have a seat in the other room here, and you can give me your details while we wait for Mr. and Mrs. Williams to return." Donna and the Doctor both looked panicky, when without further ado, the constable strode into the room where the two bodies were lying. "Coming?" he called out to them. "I'll start a fire, and then we can all sit here and have a nice chat." The pair gave each other puzzled looks--mainly because they'd left the bodies of the young aliens lying in front of the fire guard. Curious, they walked into the room--only to see that the two bodies had completely vanished!
