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Chapter 2

Jack picked up the printout. It was a grainy CCTV image showing a young black woman and a white man running hand in hand down a hospital corridor.

"We think she's the Doctor's new companion." Ianto told him. "Her name's Martha Jones- apparently she went missing the day before yesterday. She reappeared at that LazLabs fiasco, along with the Doctor," Jack nodded.

"And this?"

"Royal Hope Hospital. The one where the whole thing vanished, and everyone inside claimed alien abduction afterwards."

"I remember that. So she's…?"

"Medical student. Divorced parents, middle child of three. Her cousin used to work for Torchwood."

"Used to? What happened to her?"

"Canary Wharf happened." Owen stated with his usual tact, stepping over and looking over his shoulder at the picture.

"Ah." Was all Jack could say. They all knew what had happened- had all lost someone they knew to the metal monsters that had waged war around them. A vision of Rose entered his mind and he had to fight for control over the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Blinking hard, he turned round to Toshiko, who sat at her desk looking up at him. "Tosh- get hold of that girl's sister. I want her over here a.s.a.p., alright?" Tosh nodded.

"I'll get right on it."

"Jack?" It was Gwen. "The hospital just called- there's something you need to see."

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Jack strode down the corridors until he reached a guarded double door. He flashed his ID at one of the two security officers in front of it and stepped through. The room was small and totally white. A small window let in a shaft of light, which seemed to turn unnaturally clinical as it hit the colourless brick wall. A man who seemed to be in his late 30s was strapped in a straitjacket in the far corner of the room. His neck had an odd scar on it and he hissed at Jack as he entered. Another man stood near the door, and he turned to Jack with a worried expression on his face, one eye watching the straitjacketed patient warily.

"Police brought this one in last night. Apparently he tried to attack a young woman at a pub, but some other guys stopped him and held him down till the police got there. Said he had a hell of a lot of strength, he managed to injure a couple of people before he was subdued." Jack looked the patient in the eye. Another guttural hiss sounded, but the eye contact was held.

"So why did you call us?"

"His genetic makeup has been altered. His skin is paler than the average person, and his hands have claws. That mark on his neck came from a bite of some kind, but we haven't been able to identify the animal, if it is even an animal."

"So you think it's not?"

"It couldn't be. No condition or animal bite could have caused the changes. His blood can't even carry haemoglobin any more- we had to give some of the stuff in the blood banks intravenously before he calmed down." Jack allowed himself a wry smile.

"Sounds oddly like a vampire."

"I'd never have said this a year ago, but with all the oddities that have been happening recently, I'm inclined to believe it might be." Jack stepped towards the man in the straitjacket. This time he snarled, baring slender fangs at the newcomer. "We've identified him as a Mr. David Thomas, in case that's any use."

"Thanks." Jack crouched in front of David, so their faces were level. "So… what happened to you?" Without warning, the man flew forward. The straitjacket fell off, slit in half at the back, as its former occupant shot out the door.

"He's escaped!" Yelled the guards. Jack rose to his feet as screams ripped their way through his ears. He raced after David, but was only just in time to see the vampire snarl at a cowering woman before leaping from the window and running off into the streets beyond.

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Dave slipped into what had been his home. He was thankful that the night was not yet over- the journey would have been agony otherwise. As it was, hiding his new… characteristics had been tricky. Still, he was here now. He knew he did not want to become a fully-fledged vampire: this meant a choice. Make the change, and take his revenge on those who had attacked him, or die now and give the job to another. It had been a hard choice, but he had made it. He would ask his girlfriend Olivia to do the job. She would do anything for him. He entered the bedroom to see a lone figure standing alone by the window. She turned as he entered.

"About bloody time… oh my god!" She gasped, any anger leaving her as her boyfriend took her into his arms.

"Liv, I don't want to ask this of you, but there's something I need you to do."

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Two nights later, Martha slipped out of the TARDIS. The Doctor had already left to find his prey, confident that his lover could handle her own. She spotted a lone figure walking along the alley where they had parked. It was a young woman, crying softly as she walked. Martha smirked. Soon, whatever was troubling this woman would trouble her no more. Ever. They had worked out a way to stop those they took from becoming vampires- although a trace of doubt remained in her mind about it, she told herself that even if the humans did turn into brethren, they would pose no threat. She stepped forward.

"You alright?" She asked softly, voice laced with false concern. The woman did not seem to see her, but kept on walking. Martha frowned and stepped in front of her. "Hey, did you hear me?" The woman looked up.

"Exactly like he said." She murmured. Martha's frown deepened.

"What…?" She never finished. The young woman pulled a torch out of the pocket of her coat and shone it straight into the vampire's face. Martha shrieked in pain, twisting and falling to the ground. She looked up in time to see the woman pull a stake from her coat- where had she hidden that?- and move to plunge it into the helpless vampire's chest. Another figure stopped her with a yell, and Martha was relieved to see the Doctor grab the stranger and hold her fast. He looked down at her with concern.

"Are you alright? Did the human hurt you?" Martha got up.

"You saw the stake- she used a torch too, that was why I called."

"What shall we do with her?" Martha looked at the human distastefully.

"Kill her. Now."

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The next morning, Jack stood over the body of a young woman. Her curly black hair lay in a pool of her own blood- caused when her neck had been ripped out. Gwen had left the alley at that point- despite all she had seen, she still hated the sight of such gruesome deaths as this one.

"What d'you think it was?" Owen asked, moving to stand by his leader.

"You really want to know? Vampires." At the sight of Owen's raised eyebrow, he continued. "One broke out of the hospital yesterday- well, he looked like one anyway- so I'm guessing it had something to do with that."

When they got back, some interesting new information was added to the case. First, Ianto confirmed that the victim had been the escaped vampire's girlfriend. Then Tosh came in, trailed by a confused-looking Letitia Jones. Jack stood in front of her.

"This is something to do with Martha, isn't it?" she asked, a defiant look on her face. "If it is- I want you to know that I'm not about to betray her. Not ever. She's my sister, and sisters don't do that to each other." Jack nodded.

"I know, and I'm not asking you to betray her. In fact, this doesn't even directly involve her, as far as I know. Tell me all you know about the man she brought to LazLabs. Tell me about the Doctor."

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She's a vampire
Desire darker than black
She's a vampire
Reach higher, no turning back
Her wings are curtains of the night
She knows no wrong or right

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