Title: Bloodline
Author: angels-stole-my-police-box
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Dr who or the Tardis and such all that is mine is Hetty and the worlds etc linked to her.
Rating: T
Warnings: Vampirism, bad doctor, violence, some blood references, peril and some scenes that may be unsuitable for all.
Work in progress.
Summary: The doctor and Hetty receive a message from Hetty's home planet.
Prologue
His breath hung on the night like smoke from a chimney, breath ragged as his lungs fought to keep him moving. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his body. Vorhane stumbled through the dense forest. The ominous shadows being cast by the enormous trees masking him from view for precious seconds. They would be upon him at any moment. He had been chosen.
Vorhane burst through the edge of the forest into the farmers field that lay ahead. Open ground. He would be spotted easily. His body froze as he heard a twig crack behind him. He broke into a run keeping to the tree line. The moonlight was playing tricks on him, he could sense movement to his right but nothing made to take him. Why were they holding back? Was it the thrill of the chase? He could see lights in the distance, his one ray of hope. With his last reserves of strength he bolted for the town that lay ahead. It was then something barrelled into Vorhane's side sending him to the ground winded.
His eyes moist with tears of pain and defeat struggled to focus on the band of men who now formed a ring around him. Vorhane stumbled to his feet. He tried in vain to push through them but they stood fast. He collapsed in a heap on the wet ground. The men parted to allow the last member of their party through. He was tall and wirey, long white hair cascaded down his back and fell over his shoulders. His face was masked in darkness. Vorhane knew that the face bore no expression. He cowered in the grass. It was no good they had found him. The newcomer strode purposefully towards him and the ring of men tightened.
"Father why is it me that is chosen?" Vorhane sobbed.
"You are the first son of the house of Kelnor! It is your destiny to serve at my side!"
"I don't want that! I'm 15 years old I want so much more!"
"Your destiny is mapped out for you my son and there is no way you can change it." Tiran picked up his son from the ground and looked into his frightened eyes.
"You my son are to kill the last son of Gallifrey so that our ancestors may be at peace!" he drew his son to him. The last thing Vorhane saw was his father's twisted vampyric face as he screamed for mercy.
On that night the greatest vampire was born.