Here is how I feel with myself right now for not uploading, (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
If sanatorium angel was in fact a dangerous place, it was not know so by many, the place looked abandoned. Geneva lifted her head until she was looking where the ceiling should be. About 100 feet upwards was an opening, and beyond that was a very dark substance, almost black in color.
The longer Geneva stared at it the longer she got this uneasy feeling, something was very wrong about what she was seeing. Steeling her eyes away from the somehow dreadful sight, the Time Lord saw a pool of blood collected on the ground a few feet in front of her.
Walking over to it Geneva dipped her finger in it, tasting it was how she identified the person the blood had belonged to. "Strange, very strange. I've never got a reading from blood like that before." Taking another sample Geneva gently swished the blood around in her mouth, her taste buds working frantically to identify the origin of the blood.
"That doesn't taste good, for some reason it tastes almost like a mixture between a Darlek's blood and Angel's dust. But that's impossible, I need to take a sample of this to Torchwood, or someone who can identify the origins of blood." With those words Geneva, using a small skinny tube, siphoned blood into a vile. Pocketing the vile in one of the various pockets on her Army uniform, Geneva looked around her for the floating cloud.
A disturbing sound, very soft but still discernible, began to echo inside sanatorium angel. Geneva hurried back to the door and found a bloody hand print on the edge of the door frame. Walking forward, cautiously, Geneva sampled some of the blood on the door frame.
Geneva didn't enjoy tasting blood necessarily; it's just something she learned was useful. "It's the same blood from before, what's going on here?"
Moving forward even more cautiously now, Geneva pushed opened the door and was treated to the sight of a werewolf in mid-change. Before she knew what she was doing Geneva's foot flew forward and kicked the werewolf in the flank, sending it into what Geneva thought was a pit.
But on closer inspection she realized it was just stone, the same stone the hallway was made out of. A small circle of light surrounded the door; Geneva could see her shadow reflecting into the pitch black room. 'But where is the light coming from?'
Suddenly everything went dark for a few seconds, and then the light flared up even brighter. The room in front of Geneva went from pitch black to dim. Pushing the door open so it slammed against the wall, Geneva turned around and saw an impossible sight.
The light in sanatorium angel illuminated the world above, and showed a colossal slumbering figure. The roof of the hallway was a very long and very large creature, the scales gleamed in the eerie light. The whole thing vibrated slowly, 'Dear god, that thing is alive!'
A train slammed into Geneva propelling her into the hallway, flipping to her feet, Geneva looked up and the werewolf howled. This creature looked old, its fur was a rustic black blue gray white and brown. This mix of colors was woven into a coat that was very thick, the thickness however didn't disguise the powerful muscles the werewolf possessed.
It was massive, as large as one of the massive sections of the slumbering beast overhead. A moan behind the werewolf indicated that the owner of the blood was still alive, but judging by the amount of pain within that voice it was quite obvious she or he wouldn't be alive for much longer.
Moving quickly Geneva backed into the hallway trying to lure the beast out of the room, once she realized it wouldn't work, Geneva walked forward into the room with it. The werewolf simply stayed in the middle of the room keeping a low growling in its throat.
Moving as if the thing didn't even exist, Geneva walked to the corner of the room where a figure covered in a large sackcloth cowered. From this distance Geneva could tell it was female, and the whimpers of 'keep it away from me' were defiantly of a girl.
"It's alright, he's not going to hurt you. He's not hurting me, so why would he hurt you?" Geneva said, trying to coax the girl out of her huddled position. The Time Lord had a feeling she should leave a soon as she could.
With careful movements Geneva crouched a few feet away from the cowering girl and said, "Stop cowering, come out. The werewolf is trying to protect us, you can come out."
"I know that Geneva, I'm not taking about the werewolf, I'm talking about the Leviathan." Bella said her head poked out of the cloth. Geneva could see the hem of her T-shirt, so she knew Bella had found her clothes.
"Bella what happened?" Geneva said, and then gasped as Bella stood up and let the cloth fall from her shoulders. Deep gashes were all over the girl's body, and a pool of dust was rapidly forming at her feet.
