My mind went ker-plunk, so this kinda just... ends. But there is bits of action, the episode moves a bit closer to the end, and, ooo, we learn something... I think there should be just one more section of this episode. I think. I'm still working on, you know, not just ENDING this randomly like I did my last original episode... I'm still learning.

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Twilight

Part Four

The light breeze that had rustled my hair when I had stepped outside has turned into something… more. It's no longer a breeze. It whips against me, flinging my hair into my face, stinging my eyes. I don't know if I'm crying anymore or if my eyes are just watering from the frigid breeze. I shiver, rubbing my bare arms. I should have worn the Doctor's jacket.

I look around the foggy distance, not quite ready to go inside yet. How do you enter a room of people when you've just left in a huff? There is no elegant way to do that. I'm quickly regretting my outburst. I'm sure the Doctor was just trying to protect me from being claimed, whatever that entails. I'm thinking it's not of the good. I'm sure it has something to do with becoming eterziel, which, honestly, looks like a pitiful existence from what I've seen so far. Plus, this whole Twilight planet is lame.

The fog has more than overtaken the gate. I don't even know where the gate is anymore, where the edge of the property ends. I gulp, standing. I should really go inside. This was a bad idea.

I haven't even finished turning when I here something creak. I spin back around. Now that was a stupid idea. I should just run inside, not stare into the fog like I'm doing, wondering what that creaking sound was. I swallow, ignoring my own good advice, and take a step forward. I think Ethan or Kyle said something about a hunting party. Maybe the rest of them are returning? All the more reason to go inside.

The wind, I realize, eyes going wide, has stopped. Just like that.

I finally listen to myself and try to open the door. I say try, because it won't open. I twist the doorknob, try to jerk it open with both hands. Nothing. It doesn't even wiggle.

Panicking, I bang on the door. Tendrils of fog are swirling around my feet. A crow caws from somewhere behind me. I bang harder, faster. This can't be good. Why am I so stupid? Something that sounds like a twig snapping under a foot makes me start screaming.

"Doctor!" I shout, throat raw from the effort.

Nothing.

I pull on the door, but I might as well be trying to for open solid rock. I turn around, pressing my back against the cold door. The fog is up to my knees now.

And something steps out of the fog.

I can't even scream.

It looks like a human, but the predatory look in its eyes belies the first thought. His thin lips are quirked up in a vicious grin, reminiscent of Billy Idol, especially because of the white blonde hair that juts in sharp, messy spikes. His pupils are so large, I can't tell what color his eyes are. He's wearing all black, from the leather pants to the tee shirt.

"What have we here?" His voice, probably translated by the Tardis so I can understand him, sounds like the one vampire I've loved most of my life: Spike from Buffy. He even looks like him. It's too uncanny, really. I wonder what eterziel really look like, because I can't help but feel that their looks are a glamour, that they look how we want them to, like someone we would… want… or something. But the terror derails that train of thought.

"Please," I whisper, begging.

That snarling grin twists into a full fledged smile. "Ooo, I love when they beg. Makes it fun."

Yup, just like Spike, pre-chip.

This actually lessens my fear. It's… predictable.

"You should leave," I say, voice a bit stronger. Not by much, but enough to give me a bit more confidence.

"And why would I want to do that, luv?"

I can do this. Let's be honest, the Master was worse. And I've met the devil himself. I stand a bit straighter. "Because you value your own life. Or existence or whatever it is you eterziel call it."

He saunters ever closer, sniffing deep. "You smell delicious. Such energy you have."

I try to step back, then remember that I'm against the door. Can't get much backer. "Touch me and you're dead." Cliche, yes, but I can be effective.

He poke me right in the shoulder.

Ok, maybe no that effective.

He opens his arms in a "look and see" gesture. "Still here." The smile disappears. "You're coming with me."

What is with men tonight?

"I'm not going any…" I'm interrupted, because the world is suddenly upside down, then right side up, and it all happens so fast, I don't know where I am anymore. Dizzy, I trip over my own feet. "Where… uhh…"

These eterziel are fast little bastards, I will give them that.

One second, I was against the door.

The next, I'm standing in front of four males, with the one who looks like Spike holding my arms. I can't see him since he's behind me, but I'm sure it's him. Ow, could his grip be tighter? We're standing in a circle of fog. Like, seriously, a perfect circle.

"What you got there, Stefan?" one of the males, a ginger one, asks. The name sounds like it's pronounced Shteff-On.

Peroxide Boy shakes me once, violently. Ok, I take it his name is Stefan. "A snack."

Another of the men takes a step towards me. There is only one way to describe this guy: Dracula. Long, straight black hair. An elegant air. Just, you know, add a villainous goatee. "More than a snack," he mumbles and I freaking kid you not, he has a Slavic accent. Seriously… he's freaking Dracula. "This one has two souls."

The other three men look at me like I'm a science experiment.

"Bullocks," Stefan says, shaking me again. Ugh, keep it up, and I'll have shaken Lily syndrome. "That's a legend, Vladimir."

Vladimir? VLADIMIR? HIS NAME IS FUCKING VLADIMIR?

I snort. I can't help it. I know it's stupid, but come on. His name is Vladimir! I bite my lip to keep the insane laughter from bubbling out.

Vladimir ignores my laughter. "No, it's the truth. See for yourself." He caresses my jaw line with a long, cold finger.

Stefan twirls me so I'm facing him. He grabs my jaw and forces me to look into his eyes. Light gray irises frame the dark pupils. He stares at me for a good long minute, then slowly grins.

"Well, well, well," he jerks my head back. "So she does."

One of the men, I think the ginger one, speaks up. "The Dual Souled, the Last One, and the Spirit will break the Storm," he says, voice in awe. "They will drop from the sky in the blue box and peace shall reign in Twilight."

"Tis a legend," one of the other men says. I don't know which one. Stefan still has a mighty grip on my chin. "Besides, this is only a girl, a human at that."

Stefan sticks his face in mine, as if he's trying to read something in my eyes. "Human plus… something." He scowls. "What are you, girl?" He releases my chin, pushing me back enough that I fall into the cold mud. Awesome.

"Just a human," I insist. Despite the chilly moisture creeping into my skirt and tights, I stay down. "But my friend is something more. You should probably bring me back to him, else he'll destroy you."

All five men laugh. You know the type. The evil villain laugh.

"We are more than eterziel," Ginger says, stepping towards me. "We are the Storm. Nothing can destroy us."

"Except apparently for three people who travel in blue box," I say. The nonchalance in my tone isn't even forced. "And guess what? Ever heard of the Tardis? It's a blue box that's bigger on the inside that can travel through space and time. Which is what I do. With my two friends." I crawl to my feet with as much dignity as I can muster.

The Ginger growls. He's suddenly in front of me and something cold and round is pressing against my forehead. I look up using only my eyes. Oh, look, it's a gun. Fantastic.

"We should just kill her," Ginger says, spitting in my face. "If she is the Dual Souled, it is better to kill her than to taint ourselves with her energy."

Maybe it's the fear. Maybe it's self preservation. Maybe it's just that I'm sick of people talking about me like I'm not even there. Either way, something snaps, something deep inside of me.

In a move I didn't even know three seconds ago I would be capable of, I grab Ginger's wrist and the gun, twisting his arm down, stepping so my back is to him, jerking his arm, and then, blinking in confusion to myself, I'm holding the gun against HIS forehead.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I snarl. Whoa, where is this coming from? I don't even know…

All I know is, I've pulled the trigger. There is a pop, a flash of light, and then Ginger is gone, disintegrated, just ash in the wind.

I cock the gun at the three remaining men in front of me.

Oh, wait, there were four.

Whoops.

Something smacks against my head and the world goes completely black.

I wake up slowly, eyes blurry. I don't know how much time has passed. In fact, I don't even remember falling asleep. Something that sounds like mouths clicking makes me open my eyes more, though everything is still a bit distorted. I blink a couple times. Tall silver creatures with hunch backs are standing in a circle. Waves of icy blue electricity static against their skin in random intervals. I blink a few more times, sitting up.

The silver, preying mantis-like creatures fade away, replaced by humans, or at least humanoids. I recognize Stefan and Vladimir and the other two men. It all comes back to me. The fog. The glass house. Ethan, Kyle, Polly, the other women. That… incident with the Doctor.

Yeah, ok, it's all back, even the look in Ginger's eyes as he disintegrated into nothing. That shock… Yeah, I don't think I'm going to forget that one. Because I killed him.

I test the words in my mind.

I killed someone.

Ok… now this is not the reaction I would have expected. Because I find that I don't care that I killed him. I mean, he was going to kill me first. Kill or be killed, right?

I swallow.

I'm more freaked out by the fact that I'm not freaking out about killing someone than the whole fact that I killed someone. If that makes sense…

I try to sit up, but, oh look at that, I'm cuffed to a bed. No, wait, not a bed. I'm cuffed to a rock. Are you serious right now? Like… really? I'm chained to a rock in what appears to be a cave and there are torches everywhere (fire ones, not flashlights).

At least I'm not wearing a fur bikini or anything like that. I'm still in my denim skirt and tee shirt. Caked with mud and dirt, but still wearing my own clothing. Ok, so something is NOT clichéd right now. That's a good thing.

"Nicoli was right," one of the men, though not Vladimir or Stefan, says. I turn my head towards them. A curly haired guy with a cleft chin is talking. "We should just kill her."

"Think of the power," Stefan says. "Two souls in one body, both bursting with energy. We won't have to eat for weeks! Months even. Possibly years."

Ok, what is with this two soul thing? How can I have two souls? And, also, what ARE souls? Not to get philosophical or anything, but still…

I look around as they argue as to whether or not to kill me. We're still surrounded by fog, so I have no idea where we could be or how far I am from the Doctor. And I honestly have no clue how to get myself out of this one. My mind is blank.

Ideas? Anyone? Bueller?