Hello Fanfiction! I have returned with a NEW UPDATE! yes this was meant to be updated a few days after my last update but... uh... I might of forgotten... *grimaces and prepares for attack* but the good thing is that I've updated now so... everyone's happy?

Thanks to BluFox03 and Lonelygirl702 for reviewing. You guys are amazing and always make me laugh! 😄

Blufox03: What? How can you be so laid back about spending your birthday doing French projects. If I had to do that I would have a...uh, Breakdown from uh, too much French homework...? Hope you enjoy this chapter. And never spend a birthday doing homework again... Like ever.

lonelygirl702: Yeah, it'd be like world war three in the comments section. All fangirls united to bring s*** down in the comment section of my fanfic... Wow... I'm already terrified.

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When Valkyrie opened her eyes she expected to see day light bursting through the cheap blinds. Not complete darkness. She furrowed her brow as she shifted in the bed and moved closer to Fletcher, hoping her movement wouldn't wake him up.

Just as she was about to shut her eyes again something moved in the corner of her eye. She froze as her blood ran cold. Then she saw it, the silhouette of a person standing in the corner of her room. God knows for how long they'd been watching.

She rolled over and tried to make it look as natural as possible. She lay completely still for a moment to stop the suspicion from rising. Then hissed in a hushed voice, "Fletcher." She hissed, quiet enough for the person not to hear. No, quiet enough for a normal person not to her, she corrected. Then it hit her, both physically and in thoughts.

She was torn from Fletcher and now lay sprawled across the floor with only a thin sheet to cover her modesty. She was vulnerable. And she had to move, now.

The figure loomed over her. Fear struck her eyes as her lis parted to scream for help. But in one swift movement figure's cold hand was shoved over her mouth and they'd tilted her head back. She struggled and kicked but they straddled her -their weight making it harder for her to breathe- and used their other hand to keep her down. Slowly they drew closer to her neck and Valkyrie was left wondering why until one word froze her train of thought.

Vampire.

With all her might she began to struggle. She began to scream but only made a muffled noise that was too quiet for anyone outside to her hear. But Fletcher was less than a metre away.

Their weight was shifted from her completely. She gasped. And sucked in lungfuls of air. Then snapped her head over towards Fletcher and the Vampire.

They were wrestling. Fletcher (In his tartan trousers) was fighting hard but the vampire was clearly winning. Valkyrie could only watch as they vampire overpowered Fletcher and tossed him across the room.

Fletcher hit some shelves and didn't get back up. No, he didn't even move as the shelves collapsed on top of him. "FLETCHER!" She yelled, and began to scamper over him but as soon as she got close the vampire hissed and cut her off. The vampire pinned her down and terror lit her eyes.

Something glinted in the moonlight behind it though. The Necromancer's ring. She stretched her foot out, if she could knock it over with her foot then maybe she could use the air to pull it towards her.

But there was no time for maybes.

She wildly kicked her foot. The table hit the floor. The ring bounced across the carpet... And out of her view. She choked out a swear word as the vampire's breath tickled her neck. It's spit drooling across her skin. She tried to wriggle away but her efforts were in vain.

Knowing that for her death was avoidable thanks to her Darquesse in the back of her mind she closed her eyes.

The fangs grazed her skin.

In the corner of her eye something shot through the window, scooped the vampire off her and slammed them through the door. And there was something familiar about them. Something...

Caelen.

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The second he drew close to the house he sensed something was off. He froze in his spot and sniffed at the air. A familiar scent tingled his nose.

Vampire.

A growl tickled at the back of his throat as his head snapped up to Valkyrie's windows his sharp ears picked up a muffled scream. And then a crash.

Caelen snarled and leapt up to the window sill, everything seemed to be in slomotion as he whirled around and saw Valkyire pinned to the floor. He flung himself forwards onto the other vampire- he could tell by the scent.

They rolled on the floor, Caelen on top. Caelen wrestled the other vampire to the ground, his rage consuming him. The younger vampire's face contorted into a snarl as he tried to dive forwards.

This is what Caelen had been worried about. Other vampires knowing about her. About Valkyrie. It wasn't right for a vampire to date a human... Or even like a human. When he'd disappeared for a month it'd been to sort out things with the Vampire Council, it appears they hadn't got the message.

Caelen pummelled punches down onto the weaker Vampire's face. There was a crunch as their nose was smashed by one of his fists and when he withdrew his hand there was a steady stream of blood pouring down the younger vampire's face. The vampire whimpered as Caelen clenched his fist for another punch.

"Cealen!" A single voice froze him a moment before impact. His eyes flickered over to her. She was on the floor, a sheet draped over her. Her hand was splayed, and even in the darkness that had engulfed the room he could see the shadows swirling around her fingers. Magic literally at her fingertips. "Stop..." He'd never taken her as someone who'd take pity on one of his kind, especially not one that had just tried to sap her life out of her. He allowed his fist to drop to his side but stayed tensed and poised for an attack. The other Vampire slowly began to shuffle back but one look from Caelen stopped tem dead in their tracks.

"Are you OK?" Was all the charming Vampire could think to say. A moan drifted into his ears from the teleporter as the words left his mouth.

"He's not." She moved towards her 'boyfriend' but Caelen stopped her.

"Valkyrie I-" She shook off his light grasp and gave him a look that meant 'touch me and I'll beat you to a pulp', or something along the lines of a death threat.

"Not now, Caelen, Fletcher's hurt and the last thing I need is you." She said, without compassion in her voice. He hadn't expected a 'Thank You' but that was going a bit far, wasn't it? He backed off. And instead amused himself by glaring at the badly beaten Vampire. A moment passed. "Get my phone and call Kenspeckle would you?" She asked without even a glance in his direction. He gave her a look that said something along the lines of 'Me? Seriously?'. He knew all about the old Doctors fear or hatred for his kind. Valkyrie sighed. "It's just your voice, tell him Fletcher's hurt so we'll be there in 10."

"And how exactly do you plan on getting there?" The sceptical Vampire asked with raised brow.

Valkyrie paused. "Phone Ghastly too. Tell him we need his van."

Caelen sucked air in between his fangs, something that had become a habit for a reason he didn't know. "Sure..." Hopefully the scared man would be dead or some shit. Then hopefully Fletcher could die... or some shit. He sagged and walked across the room to get the phone. "OK" He muttered... it was not Okay.