Once she had shut the door all the noise from downstairs ceased. "Sound-proof." She explained. She threw her silky shawl on a chair before strutting over to Jack. She grasped him and kissed his neck multiple times before pushing him backwards onto the bed behind him. Jack's neck began to tingle and sting, this isn't right, he thought uncomfortably. He put his hand up to his neck to feel little burns where she had kissed him.

She laughed quietly. Jack had met many people and species in his long life but for once he was actually unsure as to what this thing was. Any erotic thoughts very quickly left his head.

He bolted up and looked at her. She no longer looked beautiful, yet demented.

"What the Hell?" he shouted in shock.

"Shush!" she pushed him back down with inhumane force; her purple eyes had a red glint to them. Jack lay sprawled on the bed being pinned down by this alien whose demented look was turning deadly.

"What are you?" he breathed, "You're not human!" he reached for his Webley but she snatched it out of its holster before he'd even blinked. She threw it to the other side of the room with such strength it cracked the plaster as it hit the wall. Jack watched the plaster rain down the wall onto the floor, leaving a small hole in the wall where his gun had made contact.

"No I'm not. I'm not from this planet, but I have no idea how I actually got here." She put a hand over Jack's mouth so he couldn't interrupt. "I'm Dialingubola. I'm not even from this galaxy so I don't understand how I could have got here." She explained. Jack shook his head free from her grasp, Christ her species was a mouthful in so many different ways,

"The Rift! You must have come through the Rift! I can help you get back if you will just get off me. I mean I know I'm irresistible but come on." Jack laughed warily.

"Not now you know. You see, when I first arrived apart from being injured I was lost. I looked around and listened and learnt your language. I then started asking people where I was and they kept repeating Cardiff." She continued. She had sat herself heavy on Jack and continued her story. Jack meanwhile was concentrating on trying to breathe under a surprisingly increasing amount of weight. As well as resolving that his earlier thought of Dialingubola being a mouthful also made him think, they can talk a Hell of a lot too. "Your male breed seemed attracted to me and I learnt that you breed all year round." She paused for breath and Jack tried to not laugh, "Where I come from, we only mate one month of the year. We evolved so that we have a chemical on our lips to tempt the males. Unfortunately, here on Earth, you seem to be attracted anyway but the chemical on my lips seems toxic, fatal even. But it makes me feel powerful so I just can't help myself." She laughed a mirthless laugh. She bent low to Jack's face, "and so I think I'll do it again." She whispered in a deadly voice.

"So it was you!" Jack spat angrily and she just laughed again. Why did the cute ones always have to be crazy? They were never criminal masterminds, just mass murdering lunatics. Does no one shag for fun anymore? There always has to be a bloody slaughtering motive. Jack struggled trying to move away from her restraint but it was no use, she was too strong. She held his face her nails nearly clawing his face like talons but she careful not to leave a mark and kissed him full on the lips. Then she let him go.

Jack slid off the bed, his head was spinning, his lips turned purple and the veins around his mouth started to protrude a dark greyish mauve. He could feel the mysterious chemical congealing in his throat, blocking his airways. The Lady just sat on the bed and watched. "By the time you're discovered, all those symptoms will have vanished and no trace of me or my deadly lips will be found on you." She smiled. Jack coughed and blood spilled from his mouth. He sat leaning against the bed. He could barely move anymore. Jack tried to wipe the blood from his mouth but his arm refused to work, none of limbs would work. His strength disintegrated with every struggling breath. His body burnt with the will to live though his mind knew he couldn't die. But it hurt so much. With every thump his heart gave the toxin pushed and poisoned his blood congealing it there in his veins. His arteries fought to push the blood through with weakening success.

Jack felt his body shutting down painfully slowly. He felt every spasm of pain that shot through different areas as oxygen and blood failed to reach. His gasps became so agonizing the effort itself threatened to overcome him. The war going on in Jack's body was nothing he had ever felt before. His system was fighting the poison more than he could ever remember it had fought in his very long life. Trying to repair itself with lessened success as the chemical overpowered.

The Lady watched not hiding her amused expression, and then she added, "You know, I've noticed you humans just can't resist my wink. It just hooks you. You go crazy. Ha, wink murder. Don't you just love it?" Jack collapsed on the floor. He was no longer in the mood for puns.

Gasping rattles dragged themselves out of his lungs as his body fought to stay alive. He lay there feeling his own blood filling his lungs, drowning him. As he lost consciousness, choking final breaths he smiled, thinking he would listen to Gwen more in the future. He closed his eyes and drew in a last rattled breath. Letting the darkness take him.