4

The sun began to set as the Doctor walked up to the Salvatore house. Donna's scent was strongest here. No lights were on inside, but he could hear someone breathing inside. He smoothed his clothes down and ran his hands through his hair. Seeing himself ready, he sauntered through the front door.

"OI, DAMON! I know you're in here!" He screamed out. There was some shuffling coming from upstairs. He made his way up their stairs skipping steps as he went. He could hear that the noise came from a bedroom. When he slammed the door open he saw Damon sitting in bed under the covers. His TV was on and he was eating some popcorn. A couple blood bags were strewn about the bed as well. He looked completely unbothered as the Doctor came up to the side of his bed.

"Well, hello there. Fancy seeing you again, Doctor." He took another large handful of popcorn and shoved it in his mouth. Raising the bowl, he offered some to the Doctor.

He slapped the bowl away from his face, spilling it all over the bed and floor. "I don't want any of your damn popcorn." He pointed right at Damon's face. "I want you to know how much you ruined my life." He spat out. Some spit flung out in Damon's direction.

Wiping the spit from his face, "Okay, well what's done is done. What do you want from me?" He shrugged and started to get out of the bed. Right before he could touch his feet to the floor. He paused. "Wait… how did you know where I was? You were unconscious when they took you away." He leaned closer to the Doctor staring into his eyes.

The Doctor scoffed and crossed his arms. "I smelled Donna's blood. Duh."

Damon's mouth dropped. "All the way from Liz's house?! That's impossible. Even the originals can't smell something from that far away."

"Well I did, that's why I'm here. How thick can you be?"

Damon squinted his eyes at the Doctor to see if he was lying. He was either a really good liar or he was telling the truth. "Fine, go ahead and do what you had planned, I'm busy." He motioned to the TV and his now spilled popcorn.

Before Damon could react, the Doctor was on top of him. The Doctor clamped onto Damon's neck and squeezed as hard as he could. Damon struggled to get free causing them to fall to the floor. The impact made the Doctor loosen his hold, which Damon used to his advantage. Now that he could breath, he kicked up and hit the Doctor right in the chest with his foot. The Doctor grunted and flew across the room hitting the wall. He slumped down, but was back up immediately. His eyes shewn red and he growled as he lunged at Damon. Damon prepared for the hit, and man was it a hit. The Doctor socked him across the jaw. It felt like a literal freight train. Then, again and again he was hit. Some kicks added in for good measure. This wasn't right, he was supposed to be stronger. Why was the Doctor so strong?

Damon laid on the floor spitting and coughing up some blood. The Doctor stood over him and kicked him onto his side. Placing his foot on his chest, the Doctor once again growled showing his fangs.

"If you do anything to hurt Donna again. I swear to you, I will kill you."

With that the Doctor just up and left. Damon could hear the slam of his front door. He just laid there for a bit thinking about the Doctor. If it were him, he would have just killed him. Why was he so strong? He rolled onto his side with a groan and coughed up some more blood. After standing up, he could see there was more blood on the floor than he thought. He felt like shit.

This is when Caroline decided to make herself known. "He really did you in there didn't he?" She laughed smugly at him.

"Ugh. When did you get here?"

"Shortly after he started beating you."

Damon rolled his eyes. "Well, if you have nothing else to say, I'd like to wash up." He gestured to the floor around him and his own clothes that were covered in his own blood.

"You're lucky he didn't kill you. He's way stronger than either of us."

"Yeah, thanks. I just figured that out." He opened up his dresser looking for new clothes to change into.

"Unless you want to shower with me, leave." He suggestively smirked in her direction looking over his shoulder.

Caroline looked disgusted. "Gross, Damon. I only followed him to make sure he wasn't going to hurt anyone. Well, besides you anyway. I quite enjoyed watching the little show."

"Like you could have stopped him anyway. You just saw how he beat me. He'd give Klaus a run for his money."

"Well, I hope you learned your lesson. Stop turning people, and maybe you won't have this problem anymore."

"You didn't give me nearly as big a problem. You are weak. Him, well lets just say I'll play nice while he's around."

"Before I go, did you see his eyes?" Caroline tentatively asked before leaving.

Damon sat his clean clothes on the bed and looked up at her. "Yes. They were like nothing I have ever seen. His fangs were more similar to a werewolf. It's gotta be because he's an alien. It's changing his body differently than ours."

"He did say he was over 900 years old. Maybe that's playing a part too?"

"I'm not sure Caroline." He walked up to her. "In all seriousness, be careful around him. He might just think of me as the bad guy, but we don't know if that'll change."

Caroline looked deep into Damon's eyes. She lowered her brow. He was right, she barely knew the man. "I'll be careful. Don't worry."

"About you? HA! As if." He smiled and waved to her as she made her leave.

Damon hopped in the shower to clean himself up. He pulled his shirt over his head without drying off. Grabbing his phone, he sighed and dialed Stefan.

"Well well well. If it isn't my big brother." Stefan snarked over the call.

"Hello, little brother. I hate to ruin your killing spree with Klaus, but I've got a problem. And before you say you don't care. It could pose a problem for Klaus too." Klaus was listening in on the conversation and took the phone from Stefan.

"Do tell how something in Mystic Falls could pose a threat to myself. If you don't remember, let me remind you. I am a hybrid. I can't be killed. What could possibly be dangerous enough to cause me any problems?" Klaus spoke over the phone.

"I just had the shit beaten out of me by a brand new vampire. Literally just finished transition and then came for me."

"Maybe, you should work on your fighting skills then." Klaus snickered.

"I fight fine! He is right up there with you in strength. I think you should come up here and help me get rid of him. He's not human. Says he's an alien."

Damon only heard a loud chuckle through the phone. "An alien! You really are desperate. You expect me to believe that?"

"I'm not kidding Klaus. The guy's got two hearts. Never seen a human with that. He looks different too. He's got red eyes and two sets of fangs like yours. He was able to smell me at home all the way from the Forbes' house. You can't even smell things from that distance." He was practically yelling into the phone.

"Alright, tell you what, Damon. Stefan and I will come up. If you're lying, just to get me to kill someone for you. Then I'll help this guy kill you."

"WHAT! You're actually falling for this?" Stefan could be heard in the background.

Klaus just raised his hand to shush Stefan. "We'll be there soon. I have a couple loose ends to tie up before we can leave."

"Just get up here." Damon replied and hung up the phone.

He dropped down on his bed and turned over so he was looking up at the ceiling. The Doctor was a serious problem. He just wanted him to leave. Get back in his spaceship and never come back. Then he could get back to doing what he wanted. The Doctor had him on a tight leash. If he messed up again, nothing good would come of it. Especially, after that "warning" he gave. He could have been killed so easily. It was pathetic.

The Doctor slowly made his way down the street away from the Salvatore home. He had his hands in his pockets and was steel faced. He would glance at the cars as they passed him on the street. None paid him any mind. Good. He didn't want to talk to anyone for a while. He had lost control back there. AGAIN. He went in just wanting to scare Damon a bit, not beat him half to death. He thought about Donna some more as well. He felt absolutely awful. How dare he drink from her. He acted like a wild animal. He was disgusted in himself. The more he walked, the darker his expression became. Without knowing, his eyes began to glow. A sudden pain was felt in his chest, making him grasp near his hearts and fall to the ground. He cried out in pain.

On his hands and knees he coughed up some blood and scrunched his face in pain. Not only did his chest hurt, but his stomach as well. His head began to throb, which caused him to fall face first into the dirt as he grabbed at his head. It was agonizing. Was he still transitioning? He thought once he drank blood it would be done. Even though he just drank, he was starving. His stomach growled at him, urging him for something to eat. Refusing to give in, he ran for the TARDIS. He needed to run some tests.

He made it to the TARDIS quickly. Pulling his key out he stumbled through the doors. She looked to be all fixed. No more smoke, or broken things strewn about the console room. He grabbed onto the railings by the entrance and heaved out some more blood. Well, that wasn't a good sign. What was wrong with him? Getting up again, tripping over his own two feet, he found the med bay. It consisted of a couple beds on one side and some medical devices on the other. A curtain was up to separate each of the beds. He needed to get a blood sample. Heading over to one of the counters he dug through some drawers before finding a needle and syringe. He took it out of its wrapping and slowly slid it into the vein on his left arm. Hot red blood started to trickle out and soon filled the syringe all the way. Once he took the needle out of his arm it healed immediately. He frowned, but didn't let it bother him too much.

He placed some of his blood onto a slide and put it under a microscope. Looking into the scope, he saw that his red blood cells looked normal. Hmm. Then, he placed some of the blood in a little tube and slid it into a machine. He stared at the machine waiting for the results to come back. DING. He quickly looked at the results on the screen.

"UGH!" he groaned. He kicked the stool next to him. It flung across the room and hit another microscope. It broke.

"Dammit." Rolling his shoulders he went and picked up the stool and the microscope. The arm was no longer attached. Completely broken. He sat it back on the counter and crossed his arms staring at it for several seconds.

"I can always get another one."

With the inconclusive data on his blood, he wanted to get some scans of his entire body. Heading over to the lab room adjacent to the med bay, he pushed some buttons on the wall before standing on a circle, putting his hand on his head and spreading his feet out a little. A red beam scanned up and down his body. Then an arm came out of the ceiling and swabbed his mouth. The arm disappeared back into the ceiling and a bell sounded. This is when the doctor got off of the glowing circle and headed back out to the med bay. A screen displayed a bunch of information. It was all in Gallifreyan. He brought his hand to his chin as he read the data. The more he read the wider his eyes got. He was dying. It showed that his organs were all slowly shutting down. That's why he was aching so bad.

"This can't be right. I drank blood. Why am I still dying?" Right then, it felt as if someone punched him in the gut. He grabbed at his stomach and hunched over in pain.

"I have to learn more about the transition." He stumbled over to a computer and dropped down into a chair. It creaked at the sudden weight. He scooted closer to the desk and began to type. He searched the mass knowledge of his TARDIS for any information on vampires. After a bit of digging he found that it was the human blood that was the problem. From what he read, it seemed like he would need to consume Time Lord blood to finish the transition. Well, that was impossible. He was the last one.

He fell back in his chair and rubbed his hands down his face. After a couple minutes of brooding, he jumped up and began to dig through some more drawers and cupboards. Things were flown everywhere and covered the floor. As he rummaged, he muttered to himself.

"YES!" He threw his hand in the air holding a small vial. "I knew this would come in handy someday." A huge smile, showing his fanged teeth, was plastered on his face as he looked at the label. The label was written in Gallifreyan. In the vial was a thick red liquid: his blood from many many years ago. Someone had been able to get some of his blood, but he and his companions were able to get it back before they could do anything with it.

Pulling the top off he brought it to his lips, but paused before drinking it. Should he really drink it? Maybe it was better if he just let himself die. He was technically dead already. The last of the Time Lords, turned into a vampire. How ridiculous! But, what would happen to Donna if he died? What would happen to her if he lived? He sighed and set the vial down on the desk in front of him. He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands together leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. For a long time, he sat there. Just staring at the vial.

He had made up his mind. The universe could not live without him. He had to stay around. Slowly, he reached forward and grabbed the vial. Parting his lips the thick liquid glided down his throat. It was cold.

He felt a rush of adrenaline, which made him drop the vial. It crashed to the floor and shattered. His eyes went red and his fangs showed as he stood with his mouth agape. He clenched his fists at his side. The pain was gone. It was now official. He was the first and last Time Lord to become a vampire. He already felt strong before, but now the feeling was practically bouncing around him making him shake.

He ran over to a mirror on the wall and was shocked to see himself. He had not seen the changes yet. He stared into his own crimson eyes, and reached up to touch his fangs. He brought his hand back down and leaned closer to the mirror. There was no mistaking it, that was him. A monster. His eyes grew dark as he thought about his future. Turning away from the mirror with a frown he slowly made his way back to the console room. Each doorway he passed, the weight on his shoulders grew. He would have to control his lusts. He could tell that his emotions were heightened. He hadn't had this amount of emotional backlash since he was in the academy. Hopefully that would get better, along with the lust for blood. Would he be able to drink any type of blood? What if human blood didn't satiate him? Would he just wither away? So many questions came to him, and before he knew it the soft glow of the console room was around him.

She was happy to see him okay. Some chimes and beeps came from the controls, making the Doctor smile. He ran his hand along one of the columns. "I'm alright, old girl. Still putting along. Won't get rid of me so easily."

He looked at the monitor and saw that it has been several hours since he got back on the TARDIS. It was too quiet without Donna. DONNA. He just left her with Liz. Smacking himself in the forehead he ran out the door. The way to the Forbes' house was easy. He could smell Donna. Hopefully she was alright. He did bite pretty hard, so that probably hurts. The blood loss would do no favors either. Hopefully she will forgive him.

He slowed to a walk as he made it to the street where the house was located. It was early morning so a few people were out walking or riding bikes. Didn't want to scare the locals. He reached up to see if his fangs were still out. Seems as if they have gone away. Interesting. The lights were all off inside as he walked up to the front door. He leaned close and could hear two people breathing inside. He knocked on the door, but no movement was heard. He knocked again. Okay, he was starting to freak out. He knocked again louder this time, begging for someone to answer.

"OKAY, WE GET IT!" Donna screamed. She opened the door and her eyes widened with seeing who it was.

"DOCTOR!" Without a second thought she lunged forward and gave him a giant hug. She squeezed as hard as she could. He startled, holding his hands out surprised. When she didn't let go he finally gave in and hugged her back. He was careful not to hug too tightly. Didn't want to hurt her anymore than he already did.

He grabbed her arms and slightly pushed her back to look her up and down. His eyes glued onto her neck. She grew still as she noticed this too. He reached up and placed his hand on her neck where he bit her. There was no mark. How could that have happened?

He rubbed his thumb over her carotid. "Sorry." He slowly removed his hand and let it fall limp beside himself.

She looked right in his eyes. "Doctor. I'm alright. See, not even a mark. I feel fine." She grabbed his hand and placed it back on her neck. He took it away like it hurt his hand to touch her.

"Don't lie to yourself. I should take you home. You don't need to be put into any more dangerous situations. It was dangerous enough before, but now…" He felt awful. Even if she was okay, he was to blame. Because he couldn't control himself, she would see him as a monster. Maybe not outwardly, but she would always have that image in the back of her mind.

She stomped her foot on the ground and crossed her arms. "I'll do whatever I damn well please, Doctor. You have no say. And I say I want to help you. You just had something traumatic happen. I understand you had no control. But, I can already see that you are better now." She opened the door all the way and motioned for him to come in. He went to follow, but hit a wall. An invisible wall, right at the door's threshold.

"Uh. I can't come in." He was confused and reached his hands up, touching the invisible barrier.

"Hmm." Donna thought for a second. She snapped her fingers and pointed at him. "OH! You need to be invited in!" She bowed and said, "You may come in, Doctor." He smiled and nodded his head before running into the barrier again.

"What the heck! Why can't I come in?" He was sort of frustrated now.

This is when Liz walked up behind Donna. "You have to be invited by the owner of the residence. Come in, Doctor." With that, he tentatively stepped forward and made it through the door. He looked back and jumped in and out a couple times before following them both to the living room.

Plopping down on the couch. "That's going to get really annoying, I just know it."

Liz smiled. "I'm glad you're doing better, Doctor."

"Thankfully I had some Time Lord blood, or I'd probably be dead by now."

"What? I thought you drinking my blood was what finished your transition?" Donna asked.

"I thought so too, but I was still in so much pain, I ran some tests in the TARDIS and found out that I was still dying. Soooo, with some research, I figured it would have to be blood from the same species to finish the transition. Luckily, I had some of my blood from a past regeneration. I feel much better now." He smiled and crossed his legs on the coffee table in front of him.

"So, what now? Did you deal with Damon?" Donna prodded. She was really asking if he killed him or not.

The Doctor leaned forward and placed his hands on his knees. "I didn't kill him, Donna. I just made sure he knew not to mess with the people I care for." His eyes glowed red for a second and even when his eyes went back to brown, he looked dangerous.

"What about what we originally came here for? If we leave he'll just go back to killing people." Donna looked to Liz, then back to the Doctor.

"I plan to stay for a bit. I bet with me around, he'll behave. If you want, I can take you home. You won't be in danger that way."

"NO WAY! You honestly think I would leave you here alone. You'll truly go off the deep end if I do that. You need me more, now more than ever. You can't get rid of me that easily." She huffed.

The Doctor gave his signature smile and clapped his hands. "ALRIGHT!"

Donna smiled back at him and began to laugh. At that moment, she wasn't thinking about anything besides seeing him happy. It was nice. So much has happened in the last day. He deserved to be happy.