I was dead. I was alive. I was neither alive nor dead. I was Life. I was Death. I was... Their sister-brother? Their triplet. We are triplets, and I was the unwanted third child. Not Life, not Death, something else. Undeath. Nonlife. I preferred the term "Vampire". I even made them after Life's and Death's playthings created them! Humans, so imaginative. Us triplets, the triplets of All, the trio of the Multiverses, we... weren't anything like Humans imagined. Nah, we were mature, yeah, but we preferred to act like big, menacing, above-even-gods, children. I mean, yeah, we do indeed have a single responsibility; Our responsibility is to keep the Multiverses from collapsing- and the universes, though mainly because if two or more universes collapse the entire multiverse collapses. But that rarely happens, so we get to be as immature as we want. And we well enjoyed fucking around with Life's playthings. Bored? Have a Human just-so-happen to see a demon or two, then watch the aftermath. Annoyed? Hurricanes and firestorms are good distractions. Downright pissed? Eh, we didn't like the dinosaurs anyways. Well, by that I mean we killed off millions of species, all across the Control Universe. Particularly vengeful? Hey, you know what mosquitos are? Yeah, you're welcome. Life created them. Death and I gave the ideas, of course. Mini-insect-vampires that can kill? Hell yeah, I helped make that shit happen. Badass, they are. All of them. Humans weren't the first things we created, obviously, but they sure are the best to fuck with. So many ways to kill them off, and they even are smart enough to understand the basics of existence! And by basics, I mean really basic. As a reference, it's like putting the er, smartest human (times a few billion) and putting them into pre-school again. At the same pace. Treated the same way as all others. Basics of existing. They haven't even figured out the rules of creating! Seriously, the materials are all there, will always be there, but they haven't even thought of creating stuff with it! Only dividing it. Honestly, the amount of times I had to erase a black hole from existence because of their stupidity. Anyway, back on track. I'm Vampire. I named myself, since Humans didn't even bother naming me. "Oh, Life, Death, and there's nothing else. No inbetween. Nope." Those assholes. Well, I didn't name myself, a single Human did. Because rocks are vampires. As are the frozen explosions. Totally. Dark matter actually is Vampiric, so I won't comment on that. Okay, okay. Back on track, I'm Vampire. The unwanted, nonvisualized third child. So. That's the introduction, full of ranting and most of it you can't even read because I can't translate it into Human. I can translate it into kanine though, but you haven't quite figured that out yet, and most certainly never will for text. Anyway. We are triplets. And we build, destroy, help, stop, kill, and bring into existence most things. Most, because Humans have caught on to the basics of creation and created some things too. Like plastic. Again, materials are all there, and Humans decided in all their finite glory, to accidentally make plastic. And walking, because Humans decided that water was not where they should be. The idiots, they were just a bit better than dolphins and what do they do? Decide to leave to destroy the rest of our creation. My point is, hello! Let's get to business. I'm Vampire, as I've repeated quite often. The Control Universe is the one next to this one, actually. This is as close to the Control Universe you can be while not actually being in it. Humans have evolved quite a bit there, looking greyish with comically big black eyes. That's the universe We usually don't fuck with. We do make natural disasters, but we don't stop black holes, alter the fabric of that reality, or create anything there that we wouldn't in this multiverse group. The Control Multiverse, where nothing really exists here. Demons, Reapers, Angels? Yeah, they're not really here. They have to be 'summoned' as you humans aptly called it. From another multiverse. Where they exist. Summoned isn't really true, they can get here on their own if they want, but they just don't. Control Universe? Boring compared to theirs. So, the point of me ranting and raving on this? Well, I don't feel like stitching together the rips and tears between multiverses, so this is just a warning that some things might change. Throughout time. Good luck.

I stopped writing when my brother Death and sister Life appeared. They were scowling at me, so one of my creations must've been messing with the universes in their multiverse again. "Yo, sup?" I asked, spinning around in my chair, standing on NullSpace. The void of the Void. If you thought the Void was hell, NullSpace is worse. It's pure nothing, but you can't age, feel anything, see anything, etc. even with a Void ship. Of course, We could feel and see and do whatever we wished. But We were different. We were just consciousness and existence. We are existence itself, so NullSpace had no effect.

"Next time you create 'better' humans, don't make them Lords of Time and able to alter and move through dimensions. The entire Multiverse grouping of Gallifrey is going to collapse, the Control of that Multiverse is literally on the verge of unravelling! Go fix it! Now!" Life demanded, and I sighed heavily, glancing at the listings.

"Hey- that's not the Time Lord's faults! In the Control and the ones close to Control I got rid of all but my favorite two because I didn't want the Multiverse to collapse! There's no way it was the Time Lord's fault either, because these Time Lords are the most incompetent in existence! That doesn't suddenly change because they think Gallifrey the planet is gone!" I argued, pushing my chair over to the area my siblings were looking at. My eyes widened when I saw the damage. "Wh-what? Bad Wolf? That's- that can't happen! Warrior... Bad Wo- damn that girl! She made the incompetents so damned competent that he could rip apart that entire side of the Null!" I cursed, standing up and vanishing my desk and chair. Fuck, I didn't want to do my job, that's just boring. She looked through the entire Multiverse, no wonder it's on the verge of collapse! But that wasn't my fault! I didn't create TARDIS's, I just helped design them... I sighed heavily.

"You're the one who insisted that Time become a thing," Death reminded me, making sure he didn't have to do it. Bad Wolf made it so that we couldn't just vanish her, she created herself and joined herself to the entire multiverse. If she was vanished, the entire Multiverse vanished too, and we couldn't do that. It went against our single responsibility. To continue existence.

"Only because you kept whining about not having enough deaths happening," I growled back, running a hand through my hair. The TARDIS was connected to Time itself, so we couldn't vanish that. The Doctor and The Master were safeguarded by Bad Wolf too. Damn, I have to go into the actual Universe if I couldn't get the responsibility shoved onto one of the others. "Life, it's your domain what any of the living do, and she was human! You created humans! So just- ouch!" I clutched my stomach as Life punched me, also giving me an uppercut into the Control Universe. I groaned, in pain. I was weaker than both Life and Death, them having more hold in NullSpace than me, seeing as most of my energy goes to maintaining the Voids and never-living-never-dying things like rocks and stars. Of course, I created explosions, but Death and Life both worked together to make the explosions contained, which disappointed me. Now I use way more energy, forced to maintain each and every explosion until it becomes a black hole. And by explosion, yes, I mean suns and stars. And small-scale explosions like nuclear bombs and stuff.

"Uhhhnnnng," I moaned, hating the feeling of being soaked in air. Ugh, such an odd feeling. How do mortals do it all the time, being pressed on all sides by something so... so... air. I suppose I'm feeling like they would if they were put in clear tar. Or thick oil. Thick, clear oil. That they could breathe in. I shuddered, uncomfortable with the feeling of air and so damned glad that I didn't have to breathe. I decide to go somewhere much more comfortable- the Vortex.

When I put myself in the swirling clouds of the Vortex, I relaxed. Wind, excellent. Air? Nah. Wind just pushes air and dust and stuff around on Earth, but it's always there, whether there's stuff like air to push around or not. I loved wind. Air? Not so good. I closed my eyes, just enjoying the feeling of not having air seeping into me, atom by atom. I almost started to smile before I got hit. Hard. I flew back, away from the thing that hit me and landed on something, scowling at the feel of air sticking to me again. That asshole hit me hard enough to knock me out of the Vortex! What the hell? I growled when the thing that hit me landed near me, a Time Lord rushing out of it. I glared, feeling it's hesitation and apology. What. The. Hell. I create a Tsunami to hit Australia to calm myself down, closing my eyes for a moment.

I felt hands on me, and I opened my eyes to see the Time Lord that rushed out of the TARDIS. "Are you okay? How did you survive? Why were you in the Vortex? What are you?" He asked rapidly.

"Shut the fuck up, Mortal," I started, having already had a bad day before he hit me, him just making it worse. Compared to my wrath, the Oncoming Storm was closer to a ripple in a puddle. Being compared to a Dust Storm galaxies wide. Such insignificance, but important nonetheless. Because I really needed someone to point my wrath at, "You -" I cut myself off, gritting my teeth. My eyes snapped open. "Oooh, teeth! That's new. Teeth- oh, they feel so weird." I chatter my teeth, tongue running along my teeth as I jumped up. "Oh! A tongue- oh, ew, slimy- what the hell why do I have a tentacle in my mouth eugh." I pull at my tongue making a face before looking down at my hands, one finger now slimy on the left one. "Hands! I have hands! Human hands, oh dang! Oh that's so weird," I tap my fingers together after wiping the slimy one off on my jeans. "I even have a human face- oh- that- is that a nose? No, that's an eyebrow." I'm slapped in the face, and my head turns. I looked at the one who did it and saw a redhead looking irritated. My hands- I have hands now! Cool! - fall from my new face.

"Oh god, there's two of you!" She yelled at the Doctor, making me confused.

"I'm not the Doctor, I'm myself. He's the Doctor. We aren't the same?" I said, confused. Is she seeing things? Is she okay? Was she one of those insane Humans? The Doctor looked at me, face turning serious.

"How do you know who I am?" He asked, and I rolled my eyes.

"I created you, you fucking loser. How wouldn't I know you? Ow, she hits harder than Life. Seriously, I think she'd have broken my jaw had I been Human," I said, adding the last part at the Doctor's incredulous face. I inhaled, immediately gagging. "Air- fuck- ew getitoutgetitoutairewgetitoutohit'sgonenow." I stumbled shaking my head at the disgusting feeling of air in me. "Oh! I even have lungs now! Cool!" I brighten considerably. While Death took the form of a humanoid and Life took form as a regular tree I just didn't take form. There was no point, I was a consciousness, why would I care what I looked like? But now that I had a form, I'm ashamed to admit I was extremely excited. I grinned like a loon and jumped around. "I have a body! This is so cool! Okay, okay. Serious time." I muttered to myself, just generally enjoying existing.

The redhead, whose name is… Donna, I decided, changing her name retroactively, started forward, crossing her arms and scowling at me.

"Who are you?" She asked forcefully.

"I am the triplet of Life and Death, creator of Time Lords and rocks," I said proudly. I deflated a bit when I saw the Doctor mouth 'rocks?' to himself. I pouted, "Hey! Don't diss the rocks! You were born on a rock! This is a rock! You were made from rocks." I said decisively. I crossed my arms. Getting comfortable as I actually get serious, excitement and confusion fading, I stare at my problems. This is the wrong time, but this Donna chick is entwined with the Doctor, which could kill her. I hummed, altering the glowing lines a bit and watching as she stumbled. She could now handle what was thrown at her from Bad Wolf. One of the cracks has been fixed. Only twenty or so more. Or less. Or more. I didn't really count them.

"If you are the triplet of- of Life and Death what are you doing here?" Donna sassed, crossing her own arms. I blinked, sighing.

"Of course, if it was Life or Death you'd have believed them more," I whined, "Anyway, this Multiverse is about to collapse, I'm here to fix what Bad Wolf has fucked up. You are the first thing I fixed, Donna." I said, distracted as I felt around for another anomaly surrounded by golden light. A human? A fixed point in time? Really… I need to fix that, but that's all the way in Cardiff.

"Me? Oh, I'll give you something to fix you-" Donna was interrupted by me temporarily erasing her vocal cords.

"I meant in the future, something happens that makes you have to forget the majority of who you are, I fixed that so you don't have to die or get amnesia," I explained, bored as I walked towards the TARDIS.

"Your name?" I demanded of the box. I immediately regret giving Donna her vocal cords back as she makes fun of me.

"Oh, you're a nutter! You're talking to a box now!" She exclaimed, only to quiet down when the Doctor defended me. I scoffed at her answer.

"Sexy? Your name is Sexy? Who named you, a horny teenager?" I replied, not noticing the Doctor cringing behind me. I chuckled at her reply, which was a definite yes.

"Okay, but I meant their name, their being- who actually named you. We both know what names mean, and he apparently hasn't told you your full name," I asked once more.

"Ah, er, um. That would be me, and her full name is uh. Sexy Girl." He uttered, having been forced to say it aloud as soon as I heard he was the one who named her. He looked pissed, but I ignored him. "Sexy Girl. Okay. Sexy Girl, I have taken ownership of you by legal right as your Creator, under Time Olde Law number 2." The Doctor gaped at me when the door opened for me, and followed me into my TARDIS.

"What? But- time old law isn't a thing! And- she shouldn't have let you do that…" He trailed off as I told Sexy to take me to Cardiff, to the immortal man. Immediately upon her solidification the immortal man ran in, stopping when he saw me. His eyes widened, him having recognized my presence. The presence of something there, even when one died. Something that could come through at any time. Sound familiar? In the Control Multiverse, it's an episode of Torchwood. The ending was altered though, sadly. That was my time to shine and the Control changed the ending. Sad. The immortal man immediately got down on one knee.

"Your Majesty," He said, and I stared at him, confused. Oh, right. When we spoke I told him I had control over all Immortals. Hm.

"Stand, Jack. I'm not the one who made you immortal," I growled at the thought. Bad Wolf is bad indeed. He stood quickly, looking confused.

"Then who-"

"Bad Wolf," I snarled, before calming myself down by killing a few million people with a hurricane. Much better. Humans, always so reliable.

The Doctor gasped, and I turn on him, striding up to him. "What do you know of the Bad Wolf," I hissed, mood having darkened once more. This was taking too long, I needed to get back to creating my finest invention yet. It currently has no translation into Human, and describing it would ruin the surprise. Which I'm disappointed in. Create better and more words you imbeciles.

"The Doctor knows. Where is he, by the way? I thought this was his TARDIS." Jack said, looking at the Doctor, Donna, then me. I shrugged.

"I erased him from existence. Or rather, I will. Right after he comes into contact with Bad Wolf, I should think. Also the TARDIS belongs to me now." I state, ignoring Jack's heartbroken face. Humans and their bonding. Jeez. "In other words, his face changed. He's right there," I continued, pointing to the Doctor.

Later, earlier in the Doctor's Timeline, episode the impossible planet/satan's pit

"YOU BELONG TO ME! NOW SHUT UP AND ACT LIKE IT!" I yelled, overcome with rage as I glared hatefully at my creation. The Doctor froze, eyes widening as he looked at me. The devil before us froze, and I sneered, a snap of my fingers creating a body for the mind of him.

"Master, please, help me-" The body was quickly covered in ruins, only to get slapped so hard that they flew into a wall.

"If you think for one moment that I'd help a pathetic crybaby such as you, you're wrong. You disgust me, Devil." I snapped, anger so potent that I knew that others for light years around would feel and fear it.

"He's… He's bowing to you?" The Doctor asked, and I rolled my eyes.

"You didn't believe me then, but as soon as what you call a fake devil- which, no, that's his name- bows to me you are all "hey! I'm in awe and might believe you, because you summoning and creating stuff before my very own eyes isn't good enough evidence" nooooooo~" I whined, frowning at him.