Note: - Sorry I’ve been away again, it’s hard to do anything, what with my exams coming up soon. Also, I’ve deleted Underworld Uprising, since I didn’t like how it started.

Note 2: - I sort of lost inspiration for this story, until I played Devil May Cry again. Yay Dante! for being my inspiration bunny demon.

Chapter Fourteen

Voices

Sarah, Harry and Jason made it in time to find the Time Lord vampire struggling with himself. He had smashed the mirror with his fist, small pieces of glass slicing and cutting deep into his skin. He was on his knees, looking desperately at the blood from his knuckles. Quickly, he licked and sucked it clean until there was nothing left. The Tome Lord couldn’t help but cry against this bloody knuckle, gently rocking himself backwards and forwards.

“Doctor...” Jason carefully walked over to him.

“No one can stop the darkness.”

The Time Lord turned violent and snared at the old man. His pale eyes were aglow, not the demon’s eyes, but of his own. The Time Lord looked out the window for a split second before he pushed his way past his friends, knocking one of them off their feet. He made it out the front door and back into the fields of purity.

He would be alone from now on; he didn’t want to take the risk of hurting his friends again. Again, the Time Lord heard the voice calling to him. He shook his head, arms crossing over each other, he stammered onwards into the world of white.

What made you think that you could escape from me? What good will it do?

“I don’t need to hear you.” The Time Lord shivered.

He was ready to end your life, you know. That young human, the doctor, he was ready to drive that stake through your heart. But of course, it would have been pointless anyway, what with you having two hearts. And besides, what are a few stakes and a bottle of holy water going to do to us?

The Time Lord stopped, his face sighed. “Nothing...” He whispered.

Exactly

“But I wanted to die.”

You’re already dead. But don’t you just love the feeling of owning the world, allowing it to bow down before you. Don’t you miss that?

“No... I didn’t.” He seethed. “I loathed every moment of it.” He heard the demon laugh. “Why can’t you just leave me?”

We are one

“We are not; we’re different from each other. I am not a monster, unlike you. I shall not succumb myself to you.” The Time Lord said sharply.

We are one!

“Never!” He roared. The Time Lord turned the side of his head, only to hear outside voices talking to each other. He cursed under his breath and moved on.

You know what will happen if they find you

The Time Lord did not reply to his other half. Instead, he clenched his fists to keep his anger low, turning his knuckles white. Fury built within him, and as the fire burned, so did the words of the demon.

They’ll catch you... they’ll chain you up and, who knows... you may get the death you’ve always wanted

He was growing hungry, and all so quickly at that. His thirst was desperate, he needed blood. The Time Lord tired thinking of other things to keep his mind at ease. And as he did so, the thought of nothing except draining the human girl dry. The Time Lord bit back, the very thought was terrifying alone, never mind the voice.

What are you waiting for? Go on, drink her. Let her become one of us. I know what your dreams tell you at night

“I’ m not turning her.” He protested out loud.

Every night, you dream of Sarah. You dream of touching her soft, creamy flesh. Taste the sweetness that rushes in her veins. Her beauty shall never grow old. He laughed hysterically. Oh, but you’re forgetting, my dear friend... you’re forgetting about her scars...

His eye widened in horror, “no...” He said breathlessly and stumbled backwards.

Ohhhh just think about the amount of pain that poor woman would be going through right now. Scars are worse than a bite, don’t forget

“You bastard!” He roared.

It was your own lust and selfishness that brought you what you desire most. It was your own emotions that drove her to her death!

The Time Lord slapped both of his hands over each side of his head, trying to block out the voice from inside his mind.