The Taste of Time Lord
Author: Naomitrekkie
Series: Doctor Who and Twilight
Rating: T
Synopsis: While out hunting, the Cullens encounter a strange man and discover Time Lord blood bites back.
Timeline: Seven years after Breaking Dawn; towards the beginning of the second season of New Who.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga, Doctor Who, or any of their characters.
A/N: This is a personal favorite of mine, but I should note that there will be main character (Twilight) whup in this fic. You've been warned.
Enjoy!
Chapter One: The Box
They were hunting, just the two of them. It had been her mother's idea, as a way to "make peace" with the upcoming festivities. Not that there was a reason to. They'd made peace a while ago.
The wind changed direction, carrying the scent of moose along with it, bringing Renesmee's focus back on the hunt. In an instant she was on the trail of a small herd of moose, mere milliseconds behind her father.
The moose never saw them coming. It wasn't until the first two were on the ground, the blood draining from the dying beasts that the others noticed anything out of the ordinary. By the time they had enough sense to run, it was too late for all but the fifth one. The third and fourth soon found themselves alongside their brethren in death.
Rising from her kill, she licked the excess blood from around her lips. Looking up, she found her father doing the same. Maybe Mother'd been right, maybe I do need this time with Father.
"It is nice, getting to spend time with you before you marry that dog."
Had it been anyone else, she would have been concerned, but she knew her father. He liked to call her Jacob names, but he didn't mean it, not anymore.
"Are you sure about that?"
She shook her head and smiled. This was how their conversations went. She'd think something and he'd speak a response. With anyone else, she'd have to be in physical contact, but her father's gift gave him an advantage.
"I wouldn't call it an advantage. It's more of a . . . convenience."
"Yeah, but only with me," she spoke. That alone was rare enough when only in the presence of her family or Jacob—her method was simply more convenient—but her words rang true. Her constant telepathic sharing of her thoughts made her used to others knowing her mind. Her father's ability made it all the more convenient—for her. With him, she could be across the Alaskan tundra and still be able to communicate. Others got used to her father's constant reading their thoughts, but only she found it as natural as breathing.
"You're the only one who has to breathe," he reminded her.
I know but that doesn't make it less true.
Receiving no response, she decided to take a look at her surroundings. The icy tundra spread out for miles, the ice—and their skin—glistening in the sunlight. The only being she spotted was the remaining moose in the distance. It wouldn't be difficult to catch up with the creature, but she was feeling generous and her thirst had been sated, so she let it live.
She didn't have long to ponder the creature before two things happened simultaneously.
A blue box with the words "Police Public Call Box" appeared only yards in front of her and—
—her father started screaming out in pain.
To Be Continued . . .