"Right, well, this case actually started in London," Gwen told them all. "But investigations have led it here. It's called the 'Box Tunnel 20 Massacre'. Twenty People brutally torn apart in one of the tunnels, an entire carriage of the train. One of my old colleagues at the police station saw this, he reckoned that what ever did it was not human. I feel inclined to agree. Problem is, it's nothing we've seen before. And nothing we can find."
She pushed forward a bunch of horrifying photos. Rose gasped and looked away, Donna paled, and the Doctor pulled a face, but brought the pictures closer.
There was so much blood everywhere. It splattered up the walls, on the roof, and pooled on the ground. It drenched the clothes of the poor decimated bodies. One of the bodies was hardly distinguishable as having once been a person.
It was the image of a young dark haired woman that drew his attention. Her only wound was a single, albeit violent, bite to the neck.
"Some kind of animal-ish…thing," he said. "Do you have a cleaner shot of this wound?" Gwen opened another folder and pushed forward an image of the girl on a morgue gurney. Her head was pushed to the side for a clearer shot of the cleaned bite.
"Her name is Lia Shaman," Jack said quietly. "She was up near the front… It's her funeral today."
The Doctor nodded sadly and went back to studying the photo. Taking mercy on Rose, Jack turned all the others over. "Her neck was broken. But she has a single bite mark to the neck… These marks here look like human teeth. But here…" he pointed to the four incisors. "They're longer, sharper…"
"I examined the body myself. I've never seen anything like it," Owen murmured.
"I have," the Doctor said flatly. "Never on Earth, but I've seen it a few times."
"What is it?" Donna said quietly.
"If I had to guess, I would say… Vampire."
"You're kidding me," she said in disbelief, more disgruntled that he may believe in such a thing than anything else.
"Vampires, sure." Rose said through deep breaths. "Why not, we've already seen ghosts and a werewolf. Why not add another to the mythical aliens list."
"Torchwood House, Scotland, 1879," Ianto said before Rose or the Doctor could explain. "Queen Victoria was taking the Koh-I-Noor to be cut when her route was diverted to Torchwood House. Sir Robert's wife had was being held hostage and he committed treason to keep her safe. The house was a trap, set for a werewolf to bite the queen and take her over. But two strangers came with the Queen and used the diamond to kill the alien / werewolf. They were knighted 'Sir Doctor of TARDIS' and 'Dame Rose Tyler of the Powell Estate', then banished from Britain. The widowed Lady Isobel gave the house over to the crown and Queen Victoria founded Torchwood to defend Earth against alien threats."
"How did you know that?" Tosh asked in bewilderment.
"Read the charter," the Welshman said simply, his tone a little smug.
"That sounds about right," the Doctor said. "Also, there's a very good chance the royal family are werewolves. What else have we seen, Rose? Zombies-"
"Are you my mummy?" Jack said in a child like voice, causing Rose to laugh.
"Jack Frost," the Doctor added with a smile. "The Devil… or the Beast, or what ever it was."
Suddenly the entire Torchwood team froze of went pale.
"You… you faced the beast?" Gwen said in horror.
"Mmm, right nasty bloke," the Doctor sniffed.
"Yeah, you should have met his son," Jack muttered.
"Tricked us into opening the rift and letting him out," Tosh said quietly.
"All who fell in his shadow died…"
"So we offered Jack up as a great big buffet," Owen said, somewhat brightly in comparison to everyone else.
"You did what?" Rose shrieked.
"Well, it killed it, didn't it? Besides, Jack was only dead for a few days."
"Dead?" she squeaked.
"It's alright, Rose. He just means unconscious," the Doctor covered.
"No, I mean dead," Owen insisted, oblivious to Jack's warning looks. "We had him in the morgue, ready to be pushed in!"
"It was just a side effect. Made me seem dead," Jack said quickly and slightly desperately.
"Oh, yeah," Owen snorted. "because you coming back to life after I shot you was 'just a side effect'."
"Shut up, Owen!" Jack growled.
"No, don't shut up, Owen," Rose countered. "What did you mean by 'come back to life'?"
"Wait… you don't know? Keeping secrets from more friends, Jack?" He said bitterly.
"No, she didn't know," Jack snapped. "And it was supposed to stay that way. Congratulations, you've fired up the Tyler curiosity."
"What secret, Jack?" Rose said in annoyance.
"Jack looked at the Doctor nervously and the Doctor sighed in defeat. "You tried, Jack."
"You knew!" she fired at him. The Doctor floundered for an answer but was cut off as she turned on Jack. "You told him, but not me!"
"I didn't tell him!" Jack defended himself. "He just knew. And I didn't tell you because it was never an issue when we were travelling together."
"And what exactly is this issue?"
"Again Jack looked at the Doctor, and the Time Lord nodded. "I can't die. I'm well over 150 years old, now." Even the rest of the torchwood team looked a little surprised at that.
"What? How? Since when?" she stammered.
"I don't know how yet. I was hoping the Doctor could tell me. But it started at the Game Station." In his explanation, Jack completely missed the Doctor shaking his head frantically. Rose, however, did not.
"You knew, didn't you?" she glared at him. "That's why you left him behind, isn't it…? isn't it, Doctor?"
The Doctor was very reluctant to talk, but knew defeat when he saw it, especially when it involved a Tyler. "I left Jack behind because I felt it and panicked. I was dying, and worried about you, and Jack just felt… wrong." He turned to Jack. "You're a fixed point in time, Jack. That's never meant to happen. I'm a Time Lord, it's my gut instinct. Everything in me rebels against you. To say the truth, Jack, it's not easy even… looking at you, let alone being near you."
"Gee, thanks," Jack said sarcastically.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it. It's who I am."
"Right, so do you know how it happened? Since you know all about it," Jack's voice sounded slightly bitter.
Sensing this was delicate, private conversation, everyone kept quiet, although they listened on eagerly. The Doctor, however, just looked down at the table, not saying anything. "Doctor?" Jack pressed. The Doctor shook his head, but they all knew that he knew.
"Doctor, what happened?" Rose asked. "Was it really that bad?"
Suddenly the Doctor's head napped up to her. "No!" he cried. "Not bad. Beautiful, wonderful, kind, brilliant, fantastic, magnificent… a little bit stupid, but never bad."
"It was me, wasn't it?" she whispered. The Doctor paled.
"What made you think that?" he squeaked, not denying it.
"You were looking at me the entire time you said that. Like you were trying to convince me, and only me, that it wasn't bad. If I had the power to wipe out half a million Daleks from existence, then making a friend live for ever must have been…"
"An accident," he almost shouted desperately. He was on his feet now. "You didn't know how to stop. You just want to bring him back!"
Rose's mouth had fallen open in shock, her eyes filling with tears, and everyone was staring at the Doctor with wide eyes. All except Jack, who was looking at Rose.
"Jack, I'm so sorry," she croaked. "I didn't…"
"It's okay, Sweetheart," he told her quietly. "Most of the time it's a blessing, rather than a curse."
"How is immortality a curse?" Owen asked, a little surprised.
Jack sighed, but stayed silent. It was the Doctor who answered, his eyes not leaving the table.
"Because life goes on, but you stay still," he said. "You humans have such short lives. You grow and blossom and become absolutely fantastic… then you keep growing. You start to wither and get older, and at some point, you die. When you get old enough, you just get tired. You get sick of watching everything you love come to dust."
"What, so you just lock love out entirely?" Donna snorted quietly, the only one with anything to say to that.
"It's harder than it looks, Donna," he smiled weakly.
Rose didn't see his gaze slip to her. She had her eyes set firmly on the table. She couldn't believe she had condemned Jack to that fate. She was horrified anyone would have to go through that. And it was all her fault.
Short, I know. I'm just going off my notebook. I have the next chapter and a bit written out there. Plus here seemed like a nice place to stop. To me, Owen seems like the one who would just keep running his mouth, oblivious to everything else.
Bring in the 'Being Human' team in the next chapter, and more mysteries are revealed.