YAY FOR A THIRD DOUBLE-POST NIGHT IN A ROW!


I swear to God...

if these alert emails are fucked up again I will personally punch every single member of the tech staff on this site in the face.

This site the past week has been bullshit.

In case you've been one of the few who were not affect by the various mishaps:

'I might as well go back to posting my stories on DeviantArt because this is so ridiculous'- bad.

(I can literally FEEL my blood pressure rising after writing that.)


Nevermind.

Emails are working.

Carry on.


BloodLily16 (Chapter 50):

Well, look at that!

A minority! *gasp*


Chapter Fifty One- Words of Wisdom

Tasha and The Master had been talking for a while, and she had finally got him where he wanted. Comfortable. Welcomed. Even though it was a slow process, slowly but surely, he was letting his guard down more and more. She loved it. She wanted him to tell her all about how much he loved Jessie. She had no idea why, but for some reason she felt like she just wanted to hear the romance of their story, so maybe she could feed off of it before returning to her dull life of isolation, except for her guards. "Oh, young love!" she said, taking a sip of wine, emptying her glass for another time. Meanwhile, The Master was getting severely annoyed. Could she simply just shut up about him and Jessie already? It hurt enough that she wasn't with him, but she was only putting salt on the wound, so to speak."You're not even one thousand yet, Koschei! You're such a young teenager in love for your kind!" she mused. She then had a thought pop up in her head.

"I once heard of a quote. It went: ' "I love you" means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you when you're in a bad mood, or too tired to do the thing I want to do. It means loving you when you're down, not just when you're fun to be with. "I love you" means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go and walk away.' It's a very beautiful quote, really- but it does point out some things you've been oblivious to, either on accident or on purpose." She said, getting a look of superiority of her face as she rambled on.

"What do you mean, 'things'?" The Master questioned, trying to keep the growling tone of anger out of his voice.

"Well...where do I begin?"

" 'I do not wish to change you into someone else'. You just told me how you're looking for some way to extend her life so that you can live with her until the two of you die together. You want to change her from a normal human, who has only become an adult and has most of her life ahead of her to live out, into a human who was given extended life. Like I said earlier: Biological clock- completely shattered to pieces. You're messing in untouched territory. You know, Koschei?" she said, getting close to him, her eyes narrowed angrily. "I'd go as far as saying you were playing god."

"I am not trying to play god." snarled The Master, getting closer to her, fighting for dominance of the situation.

Tasha merely clicked her tongue, slinking away, still not giving up on harassing him. "Oh course you aren't dear," she said sarcastically. "Now let's get a move on...hmm...how about the part about loving another person only when they're fun to be with? Have you ever really see her angry, Master? Sad? Upset? Emotionally conflicted? Blind with rage?" He refused to responder to her petty questions, rolling his eyes at her as he looked away. She walked over to her chair again, sitting down. "I'll take that as a no." she smirked. "You don't even know how much depth she has as a person, Koschei- and you're telling me you're madly in love with her to point where you wish to grant her unnatural things?"

"Oh, and let's not forget the part about being judged for your deep, dark secrets. You haven't told her anything, have you? About what you were? What you are? That you're an insane madman who creates master races, conquers planets, and kills anyone or anything that gets too close to him? Does she even know your name?" she asked, pushing the metaphorical dagger in deeper and deeper, The Master refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response from him, but to no avail, even his forced silence was a pleasure to her. "Or the part about loving her enough to not let go and walk away..." Tasha added, glancing at him. "Care to answer it for me, Koschei? Care to share why she's not with you right now? A little... 'TARDIS malfunction', hmm?"

Suddenly, The Master felt all his anger and hatred that had already been bubbling inside of him, finally burst. He got up quickly, staring her down. "If it wasn't for the fact I respect you as Mother Superior..." he growled at her, his anger growing more and more. "...if you were just a random creature like you once were...if this was someone like Alana or The Observer, and not a self-absorbed, rude little bitch like yourself...I would have snapped your neck before you could have given your second example." With that said, he walked out of the room, back to the main hall, and back inside his TARDIS. Tasha Lem merely sat in her chair, her eyes wide and mouth open in shock at what she had done.


(Tasha's quote about love via a picture on Tumblr. I'm not that creative to make something as moving as that up.)


Congratulations on Tasha Lem for being awarded the title of dream-crushing bitch of the millennium.


Reviews would be nice, but since I crushed your hopes and dreams- I don't expect you to be functioning enough to write one.