A/N: This is a sequel to the story, The Blood, Red Rose. Parts of this story are based off the Doctor Who Missing Adventure: Goth Opera by Paul Cornell.
Chapter One
Azaroth entered the conference room and looked around the table at his fellow vampires. He had called this emergency council meeting after receiving some disturbing news. One of their own had been assassinated. He faced the twenty members assembled in the meeting room and bowed low to them.
"My brother immortals, thank you for coming today."
"Why have you assembled us, brother Azaroth?" the vampire at the other end of the table said to him.
"I have assembled you here because there is a threat in our midst, a threat that has risen again to plague us. The Doctor has returned."
There were hushed whispers among the other vampires. The one sitting at the other end of the table finally silenced them.
"Do you have proof of the Doctor's return, brother Azaroth?" he said.
"Yes, I do, brother Bartomaus. I bring you a witness."
He stepped outside the door and returned a moment later with a short, thin, red-haired vampire beside him.
"This is Lucius," he said to the council members. "He is the one who has knowledge of the Doctor's return."
The council members bowed to him.
"Welcome, brother Lucius," Bartomaus said. "Please tell the council what you know."
Lucius bowed.
"I thank the council for granting me an audience," he said. "I wish to confirm Azaroth's claim that the Doctor has indeed returned."
There was more hushed whispers before Bartomaus called for silence.
"How do you know this?" Bartomaus said.
"My blood brother, Ian, is the one who was assassinated. He showed me the Doctor and his companion through our mind link."
The council looked at each other.
"Are you sure it is the Doctor?" Bartomaus asked.
"Yes, my brother. Ian confirmed it."
"What did he look like?" another council member asked. "I remember when the Doctor was here in 1993. I can confirm if it is him or not."
"He is tall and thin with short, brown hair and piercing brown eyes," Lucius said. "His companion, Rose, is medium height, with blonde hair and hazel eyes."
"No," the vampire said shaking his head. "That is not the Doctor nor is it his companion. The Doctor had blonde hair and his companion's name was Nyssa, I believe. It cannot be them."
"But, if you will recall, brother Morlock," another council member said. "The Doctor is a Time Lord with the ability to regenerate. The Time Lady Ruath regenerated, once she gave all her blood to Yarven, and the Doctor has traveled with many companions over the years. Ruath told us that as well."
Morlock snorted.
"Ruath, yes I remember her, arrogant enough to think that she could be the vampire lord's consort. She thought that just because she sacrificed a regeneration to restore Yarven and was clever enough to think of the time freeze that would have condemned the Earth to perpetual night, that she was better than the immortals. I was not sad when I heard she had been defeated."
He looked at Lucius.
"Did this Ian not know of the Doctor? Why did he not alert the council that he had returned?"
"I am not certain, my brother. But, I do know that Ian has been disdainful of our kind ever since he was converted. He kept himself apart from the other immortals with the exception of myself. I was his only friend. He was also extremely arrogant. I do not know if he knew who the Doctor was, but I could see him wanting the glory of turning the Time Lord, enslaving him and his companion, and keeping them for himself. I was a friend, my brother, but only just. He kept me at arm's length like he did with everyone else. However, he did show me the Doctor and Rose through the mind link we shared, although I was unaware of his true identity since I have only been a vampire for a few years and do not remember the last time he was among us."
"And what became of Ian?" Bartomaus demanded.
Lucius sighed.
"He is dead, my brother. The Doctor dispatched him."
The council members groaned and looked at each other.
"Ian was a fool not to alert us of his presence and now because of his folly, he is dead!" Morlock yelled. "The younger ones think that they can do whatever they want without consulting the counsel. They all watch these damned vampire movies now. All of those movies depict our race as young, wild, and able to do what they want when they want. It makes the younger ones think they can do the same. They have no respect for the ancient laws and codes laid down millennia ago by the first vampires nor do they have any respect for the authority of those who are far older and wiser than they are. This Ian was an idiot to think he could keep the Doctor as his pet. The Doctor needs to be captured and done away with before he destroys us the same way he destroyed Ian!"
"But how do we do that? The Doctor possesses a TARDIS," one of the council members said. "He has the ability to travel through time and space and land anywhere in Earth's history. It will be a nightmare trying to track him, let alone catch him."
"I might be able to help with that," Lucius said. "The companion, Rose, has a mother named Jackie Tyler that lives in London and she was there visiting her with the Doctor when Ian found her."
The members glanced at each other.
"Then perhaps this mother might prove useful as bait," Bartomaus said. "To lure the Doctor and his companion back here. After all, if she goes to visit her mother, she must have some way of contacting her when she's traveling in the TARDIS."
"And then what?" Bartomaus asked. "If the Time Lord comes back and we manage to subdue him, what then? What should we do with him?"
"We shall decide that when the time comes. For the moment, we must concentrate on luring him back to us. Then, once we have him in our power, his fate will be decided."
The council members looked at Lucius.
"Do you know where Rose's mother lives?" Bartomaus asked.
"Yes, she lives in the Powell Estate, it's a council estate in south east London," Lucius replied.
"Then, I want you to take a few other immortals, go find Jackie Tyler, and force her to contact the Doctor. If she won't do it, kill her, and wait for him yourself. The Doctor is bound to come back there sooner or later and you must be ready for him when he does." Bartomaus said.
Lucius bowed.
"Consider it done, my brother," he said. "I will take two immortals and carry out your orders immediately."
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Jackie sighed when she finished washing up the dinner dishes and wiped her hands with a tea towel. The sun had set, and it was the end of another uneventful day. It was so quiet and lonely without Rose around. Her daughter was off somewhere in time and space having adventures and risking her life with an alien, and she was left here at home, passing the time by watching soaps and gossiping with her neighbors. Despite all that, deep down inside, she was glad Rose was away from the flat. The Powell Estate was no place for her; she deserved a much better life than working in a shop and living in a council estate. As much as she hated the Doctor sometimes, she was also thankful he had chosen her for a better life than the one she had if she had stayed with her.
She put the tea towel down and walked over to the closet. She pulled out the hoover, figuring cleaning the flat would pass the time and help take her mind off Rose. She closed the closet door, picked up the plug and started to plug it into the outlet when she suddenly heard a knock on the door. Sighing, she walked over to it.
"I'm coming," she called out.
She opened the door and saw a red headed man standing there flanked by two youths with long, black hair. All of them had pale skin and piercing eyes.
"Jackie Tyler?" the red haired man said, with an estuary accent.
Jackie had a bad feeling about these men, and she tried to shut the door, but the man grabbed a hold of the door and pushed it open. Jackie tried to scream, but the man shoved his hand over her throat. He opened his mouth, and Jackie's eyes widened when she saw his elongated canines.
"Keep quiet, or I rip your throat out," he snarled at her. "I want to know where the Doctor is. I want you to get in touch with him and tell him to come back here with your daughter, and if you don't..."
He ran his tongue along his fangs.
"You'll live to regret it!"