He was already facing the door, fidgeting nervously, and alternating his gaze between the open book about vampires and the door. It was for that reason; he was ready when the TARDIs announced that not only was vampire Donna up and about, she had ripped off the door. And was currently hunting him down.
He moved the book to a table, and thought about the best course of action. The book had been little help, spotting solutions that may or may not be based in fact. At any rate, they were hardly helpful, as he had no access to a stake or garlic.
Possibly he could attempt to bless the water in his glass, but he was fairly sure he wasn't qualified to make it holy.
So he backed himself into a corner, deciding maybe she would only have a nibble. He might look cool with red eyes, and he really didn't need to spend too much time in the sun anyway, as he was fair skinned.
The library door opened to his best mate turned vampire, and he thought about how unfair the TARDIS was being at that moment. Just because she didn't want another door ripped off, was hardly a reason to throw him under the bus.
Donna entered the room, he could see her blood red eyes from here and he gulped. She moved with a grace that couldn't be achieved without the aid of something twisted, and she was baring her now lengthened fangs.
They were white, and shining, and he realized that maybe he was not quite normal inside. For in that moment, he was overwhelmed with the desire to throw himself at her, and let her suck his blood to her hearts- not beating heart- content.
She stalked closer, and he could smell her, different but still warm and somewhat spicy. Someone growled…it probably wasn't him.
She was close enough that he should have been able to hear her heartbeat, and it was the lack of it that made him shake away the spell he seemed to be under. This was Donna, his very best mate. It was his job to help her, to save her, not give in to her will.
"Donna," he whispered, it was all her could manage.
At her name she stilled, and for a moment he could almost see the familiar blue burning within the red irises. Did she recognize him? Was she still there somewhere?
She breathed in through her nose, and gave a weird sort of full body quiver.
"Doctor," she said, her voice forcing him to think about unpleasant things, so he didn't have a physical reaction to her. "You smell so good."
The last part was a bit of a growl, and it caused him to have to rapidly think about disgusting things that were not Donna. He had admittedly been thinking about her in a more than friendly way lately, but this was something much more. He blamed the vampire, weren't they supposed to be extra attractive, that way the locals didn't run away screaming.
Yes, that was it.
"Donna," he said again, and took a timid step closer.
He thought maybe if he could focus, he could help her. Maybe he could lead her to another room, somewhere that he could contain her until he was able to find a solution.
Donna gave a sniff, that wasn't to smell, and an odd chuckle. "I need some blood, Doctor. It's all I can think about."
"Right," the Doctor withdrew his step. So much for progress. "Listen, Donna-"
"Shut up," Donna interrupted, rolling her red eyes. "I don't want yours…well, not much anyway. Come on, I know you have some stored in the med-bay."
He watched her spin on her bare feet, elegant, and she started out of the room. Well, that wasn't quite as he had imagined this going, but then again, when did Donna ever do what he expected? She had been surprising him since day one.
And what did she mean she didn't want his blood? He was certain he would be extra yummy, and the best meal she could possibly have. He followed her, wondering just what was wrong with him. He didn't bother to spare a thought for why in the world he wanted her to make him a snack.
He was on her heels shortly, but she didn't really acknowledge him other than a slight grin. She seemed determined in her course, entering the med-bay and walking over to the blood storage unit. Well, this was certainly not what he imagined when he decided maybe having blood on board might be helpful.
She was breathing quickly now, though she hadn't taken a breath since she first approached him, and reaching out to open the unit.
"Wait," he said, stepping closer.
She growled, and it was the farthest things from sexy. This was dangerous, and he was the Doctor, trembled for nothing, and he almost wet himself.
Not that he would ever admit that, no, he would deny that through his very last body.
"It's just," he began, holding up his hands. Her eyes were studying him, and he hurried on, "Time…stasis…."
He had it time locked, in stasis, was the sentence he had been trying for, but it seemed she got the point. She gave a sharp head nod, and stepped out of the way.
He moved to the keypad, and tried to ignore her hovering over his shoulder, sniffing his neck. Her tongue flipped out, touching his skin, and causing him to gasp. His hearts raced, and he wasn't sure if he wanted her to bite or if he was scared.
Then she pulled back, and when he risked a glance she looked uninterested. He huffed. Seriously, what was wrong with him!
He released it from its stasis and moved away. Donna hummed happily, and opened the door to reveal a wide variety of blood in many types and for several species. Mostly human, as he tended to find his way back to them as companions, but there were a few others as well.
She leaned in, still humming, searching and shifting as one might in a fridge.
"Human?" she asked of him, pulling some out and looking it over. "What do you think, Doctor?"
He opened his mouth but no words came out.
"Human," she decided on her own. "Come on then, kitchen." She grabbed another pack to join the first, and closed the unit.
He left it for the time being, following her out a bit in shock.
She was hungry…thirsty? But she was hardly ravenous, completely in control. Leave it to Donna to become a vampire and still be calm and collected.
He chuckled as they entered the kitchen.
"Care to share with the class, Time Boy?" Donna asked.
He smiled at the familiar name, thinking maybe he didn't lose her after all. Then he saw her pulling down a glass to pour her blood into, and he frowned.
"Maybe use something disposable," the Doctor suggested, kindly.
He didn't know if dish soap would be enough to take away the blood taste.
Donna looked unhappy. "That's discrimination, Doctor. I don't make you use a different glass when you drink something I think is gross."
"I don't drink anything that…."
She growled again, low and dangerous, and he decided maybe he should keep his mouth shut until she had a little something in her stomach. Sometimes he got cranky when he needed food.
He slumped into the chair, ignoring the sound of fluid filling glass, and wondered what in the universe his next step should be.
