So I thought of this when I was watching the original episode because I was reading Sanders Sides fanfiction while watching Doctor Who. Please read all the way through because I did change it up a little but I basically copy pasted the original script and wrote the story off of it. It is completely done and it took about a week and several hours (a lot more time than I thought it would take) to finish.

Doctor who (or at least this episode) belongs to Steven Moffat.

The Sanders Sides belong to the wonderful Thomas Sanders.

Venice - 1580

Five figures stood in a large, otherwise empty chamber, a woman in a beautiful dress with a high collar, sat on a throne with her son standing at her side. Her Steward lead in a man with a younger boy standing next to him, clutching the man's hand, tightly. The two of them wear rags. The man spoke up, his voice laced with worry, almost begging.

"Signora, your school offers a chance for betterment, escape. My little brother, Virgil, is seventeen now, but what prospects are there for him as a boat builder? There's no future for either of us. No future but you."

The woman smiled, almost kindly.

"I am moved by your concern for your brother." she said, authority in her voice. "I believe protecting the future of one's own is a sacred duty."

"Signora, he is my world."

"Then we will take your world."

The man smiled widely, laughing as his little brother's eyes filled with tears. The man took his little brothers face in his hands and kissed the boys forehead before pulling him into a hug.

"Say goodbye to your brother." the countess said, causing the brothers to look up at her in confusion.

"Now, signora?" The man asked.

The countess smiled, standing as her son grinned from behind her, not taking his eyes off of Virgil.

"Why wait? Time ticks."

The man turned to look down at his little brother, who had tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Be brave, brother. Make me proud. I love you." he said before he was gestured to leave.

Virgil watched his brother disappear behind the door, not able to utter a word. Fear flickered in his eyes as he watched the countess as her son walked towards him.

"Step into the light, my dear." Nodding at the order, Virgil stepped forward, hesitantly. "That's it."

The two circled him, eyeing him up.

"What say you, Francesco?" The countess said, smiling at her son. "Do you like him?"

Francesco grinned, a hint of malice to his eyes as he looked over Virgil.

"Oh, I do, Mother. I do."

Virgil backed away, his whole body shaking as Francesco moved closer him and bared his teeth. They are small and sharp, like a bat's. Virgil screamed.