Ok, I forgot to do this at the beginning of the whole story (Sorry!) so I'll do it now.

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Chapter 8: Tears of the Dead

The night seemed sudden as it fell upon London, wounding itself round buildings and trees, suddenly giving them black shadowy skins. In the park, a few orange street lights glowed dimly, casting their colour all around where the light touched the ground. Moths and other light attracted insects gathered around these lights, their fast beating wings visible only in orange.

The TARDIS sat quietly, looking odd against the modern surrounding. The plump pigeon that was perched upon it was sleeping happily under its wing, its head nestled deep in the feathers. Pigeons don't regularly have dreams, so this was nothing unusual until the pigeon fell down in front of the TARDIS, dead as a door knob, its wings still folded neatly in.

Karok snorted a plume of smoke from his nostrils in comical manner, but his eyes were fixed on the door. He was crouched low to the ground, ignoring the persistent tug of the spear. His fangs were poking slowly out from his upper lip, their roots growing their gums. A predator, seeking its prey.

Karok had traded his claws for retractable fangs, had traded his hooves for great red pawed feet. He was unique compared to his two brothers. So, while his brothers resided their confidence in knowledge and strategies, his faith was for his own instinct. And now his instinct was to take action and fulfil his own plan.

Raising his spear, his closed his eyes. His paw like fingers closed tightly round the deep brown wood and breathed out slowly.

A low, dimming red glow enveloped the spear, tracing the outline of the powerful weapon. The same light began to travel round his own body outline. His ears were cocked forward and his head tipped back, before he finally breathed back in. Karok opened his eyes ever so slowly, the glow filtering past his eye lids as they slid over his lit eyeballs. A sharp flicker of a grin flickered over his face before his stood, the glow throbbing with his pulsing heart.

Pointing a finger at the dead bird, he muttered something under his breath. Slowly, it too was absorbed by the red glow and raised slowly off the ground, floating away from the TARDIS and towards Karok. Then, he drew his finger above his head and brought it swishing back down so that it returned to its starting point, point directly at the TARDIS.

The dead pigeon followed, tumbling down through the air, like a puppeteer loosing control and smacked straight into the TARDIS with a sickening crunch.

Now, it was time for the prey to come out of its hiding place and to be caught...For good.

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The Doctor scratched his head and yawned, but he knew already there would be no sleep tonight. He sighed and got up to go and get Rose to bed. As he saw he curled up in the chair that sat in the control room, he smiled briefly before going up to shake her gently awake.

There was a moan and a hand briefly flapped him away before she finally woke up, her eye lids opening to see her gleaming eyes.

"Hey, get to bed, big day tomorrow." The Doctor whispered kindly, his hand still on her shoulder. Rose grunted and sat up. She was too tired to ask what was so big that made tomorrow a big day, but she knew that when she woke up tomorrow, she'd be sure to find out.

She stood up, stretching her arms and yawning and shook her hair off her face, smiling happily at the Doctor.

"Where's Tess?" She asked, her voice quiet and hoarse.

"In her room." The Doctor said. "Next to yours. I think she's asleep, but when you go by...could you...you know..."

"Check in on her?" Rose said, filling in the gap. The Doctor looked sheepishly up at her. "Sure." He grinned broadly. Rose returned the gesture and began to head towards her room, tiredness clawing at her eyes.

That was when they heard the thud on the door. Both the Doctor and Rose froze, unsure of what to think of it. They both waited for it to happen again, but the sheer agony of the suspense was too great. The Doctor turned and walked quickly over to the door, slowing as he got closer to it. Slowly and steadily, he pressed himself against the wood and listened carefully.

Rose whispered across to him.

"Can you hear anything?" The Doctor shook his head.

Suddenly there was another thud and a sound of something being crushed against the outside of the TARDIS. The Doctor made a face at this, grimacing at the thought of what it could be.

Rose crept to his side, her face stern and slightly worried. The Doctor kept his ear against the door for a few more seconds, before he pushed off and pulled the door open.

It happened in a flash.

The Doctor was suddenly pulled out of the door by an invisible force, bringing him hard down on the ground with a yell. A pair of glowing eyes flashed before a Garthes leapt out of the bushes, roaring in victory. Rose screamed, running out of the TARDIS, pulling the door shut behind her and she bounded towards the Garthes, who had a vial of blue liquid in its hand.

Rose yelled out and grabbed a thick stick on the ground and brought it hurling down on the Garthes back. The stick throbbed madly in her hands for a moment, before it snapped completely in two, falling down on to the ground. The Garthes let out a pain ridden roar and turned sharply round, the bottle cork coming loose and the liquid flying out, soaring through the air, the screaming faces wide and terrifying.

The Doctor screamed something, his eyes wide and fearful yet again for the second time that day, but this time a real fear was spreading rapidly through him as he watched helplessly as the blue liquid hit Rose straight in the face.

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Tess jerked awake from her nightmare, sitting straight up in bed, sweat dripping down her face, eyes wide and full of terror. Her breathing was harsh, coming in sharp breaths, making her cough madly. Her head was spinning and it felt as though her mind was on fire. Images of the horrors of her dream kept lunging out at her, the creatures trying to bring her back to their hot smelling breath, their bloody fangs and their wretched eyes, so full of desperate hunger and fiery rage.

She tried to shake it away and slowly slid out of bed. She was still fully dressed and only had to slip on her shoes. The laces seemed to cut into her foot, even though she had tied them as gently as possible without them coming loose. Standing up, she brushed out the creases in her top and walked slowly out of her room, dragging her fingers through her hair and putting her hands over her face trying to block out the nightmare, but the darkness only seemed to let it in.

Tess continued on walking up the many stairs and corridors that were hidden in the TARDIS, often coming to a dead end or more doors that she felt were the wrong way, but she finally managed to seek out the control room. It was empty.

A feeling that made her feel unsafe and scared suddenly washed over her. Where were they? She looked down through the grills below her, expecting to see the pair or just the Doctor working endlessly to fix some random circuit that had blown. But no, neither of them were there. Then, she heard the screams from outside and instantly knew they were screams of happiness.

She darted across the room and flung open the door, letting it swing shut behind her as she stopped in the night air.

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Rose felt the unnaturally cold shudder as it spread over her face. It was like a thousand ice cubes tumbling down on her, making her go cold all over. Suddenly she couldn't feel her limbs and collapsed down on the ground, shaking with cold and fear. She wanted to reach out and cry to the Doctor, but she couldn't make a noise. She couldn't hear her own rasping breaths, couldn't feel her head hit the ground. Her eyes began to dim, slowly, making everything black and white, making everything blurry.

It was as though she was shutting down, everything going limp and lifeless, only her brain kept her body alive. She could still feel her cold skin, knew that it would be pale and ghostly. She was fighting desperately not to slip away, but the urge was growing and the force to keep her eyes open was slowly draining her.

Before she had another thought of panic and worry, she felt something warm trickle down her cheek, reminding her of the cold winter days when she got into a hot bath. But, it didn't have the same effect and she remained cold and empty.

Finally,Rose Tylerwas defeated. Her eyes slowly closed and her head lolled to one side.

Wow, that was a extrememly evil cliffie, but I have to keep you all reading somehow and, sadly, this is how I do it...Thanks to all the people who have been reviewing, it is greatly appericiated and to people who are just reading this, please say what you think! I really need to know or else I don't know what will make you happy and what wont make you happy.

Thanks to all the readers and reviewers, next chapter will be up ASAP!

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