The Doctor tossed the matches to Clara and didn't hear one drop, so he counted that luck. He heard the scratch of the side of the box against the tip of the match as a small fire showed Clara's face. He smiled at this, and was unaware of the figure that was behind him until it grabbed him. He tried to yell for Clara to get out of here, but one of the figure's hands had sealed the Doctor's mouth shut, another had found his wrist. The figure started running backwards, much too fast for any human, but stopped once the candle was lit.

"Doctor?" Her voice came quietly. The Doctor tried to respond, but couldn't even get a muffle out. "Doctor?!" Clara's voice was full of worry, and the Doctor wanted nothing more than to be able to respond. "Doctor!" After a second with no response, muffled footsteps began to sound. The Doctor felt that his bow tie had come loose and fallen off, only to see the light fall, which must have meant that she had tripped over the cool fashion item. "D-Doctor?" came her startled voice, accompanied with a cough. Soon after, the light reached the Doctor and the figure. As the light neared, the Doctor felt the figure shift in the slightest. "Let him go!" Clara cried to the figure as another figure came behind her. The Doctor tried to tell her to move, but it only muffled against the figures hand. The Doctor then jerked his head to the figure, and Clara turned around only in time to be knocked to the ground. She didn't get up, so the Doctor assumed the figure was very strong. After that, the figure picked up the unconscious Clara and walked towards the door.

The figure holding the Doctor started walking backwards, then turned around and walked the right way. The Doctor was trying the hardest he could to resist, but this figure, like the one who pushed Clara down, was very strong, and all resistance was futile. The figure then started up the stairs, but the Doctor didn't feel the expected thumping of his feet on each step, so he looked down; they were floating. Instantly, the Doctor stopped struggling as the gained altitude with the stairs. They were going very very high.

After minutes of levitating higher and higher, the set foot on a landing, completely dark and with no windows. The figure holding the Doctor started walking forward, almost gliding, and reached another cloaked figure. They began to speak to one another.

"Is this the one?" The second one asked.

"I'm sure of it, master." The first cloaked figure had a tone of fear as the second figure came face to face with the Doctor, examining him.

"Take him to the highest cell. I need to have a better look at him." The first figure nodded, secured more of a grip on the Doctor, and started ascending more. Looking up, the Doctor could see a ceiling, so he knew there couldn't be much more to go. As this thought crossed his mind, they landed again.

"Vere did I put the key… Oh yes!" He fished the key from his cloak, letting go of the Doctor's mouth in the process. He unlocked the lonely cell on this floor and shoved the Doctor in. Quickly, he shut the door and locked it back up.

"You have about a seventeen hour vait. Make yourself comfy." The figure started to float away.

"Wait!" The Doctor shouted, running to the bars of this very roomy cell. "Just let me talk to you! Please!"

The figure looked back to him, shocked. The Doctor could have sworn that the cloak gave the slightest twitch around the mouth, noting it as smirking, before the figure jumped from the landing, making no sound.

"NO!" The Doctor called, looking to where the figure just jumped. He knew it was too high up for anything to survive, so he had no hope. Instead, he looked to the opposite side of the floor, where another cage stood, locked as well. In there was a skeleton, some of the bones looking like they had teeth marks in them. The Doctor shuddered, then walked back farther in the cage.

Suddenly, a memory came to him. "Do you actually believe in vampires, Doctor?" Clara. He quickly looked around the cell, hoping, by some miracle, she would be in here as well. Of course, like he expected, Clara was no where to be found. Instead, the Doctor had to occupy his time. He started to walk around, noticing every detail he could, like the face there were no windows, and that every wall was made of stone except for the metal door. The Doctor stationed himself in the back of the cage, then fished in his pocket, bringing out the sonic rose. He smirked lightly, pressing the button as the sonic noise filled the area, so much the Doctor could almost feel it ricocheting off the walls. Soon, it became more than the Doctor could handle, so he released the button. The sound subsided after a few seconds of echoes.

One hour gone. Only one hour, after just sitting in a cell, doing nothing. The Doctor thought this would be how he went; he somehow managed to find a sharp rock and end it himself, out of pure boredom. No, he couldn't. He had to make sure Clara was safe. Clara… That thought kept him alive.

The Doctor thought. And thought. Finally, an idea hit him. He had a sonic rose! He could unlock the door and escape- but to where? Where was there except the plunge that awaited a helpless victim? Agreeing he would somehow find a way to survive something like that, he ran to the front of the cage. He put the sonic right up to the lock and pressed the button. The lock clattered as the Doctor reached his hand out of the cage to grab it. He pulled it, and it came undone. He slid it out of where it was securing the door to the cell, and pocketed it. He then opened the door and stepped out.

Even with just a step out of the doors, the Doctor felt a tenseness in the air. A smell of death filtered around the area, which made the Doctor's nose shrivel in disgust. Looking around, the Doctor tried to identify the source of the smell, but could not. It was the same strength everywhere he went.

Slowly, to the Doctor's horror, the figure rose from the pit again. His eyes widened as he saw the Doctor outside the cage, then they narrowed.

"How did you escape?"

"Well, I'd really like to keep that to myself, if you don't mind." The Doctor smiled, then walked to the edge and looked down. The sight that met his eye shocked him more than he excepted it to. He could not identify the ground anywhere; just darkness.

"Desperate times call vor desperate measures." The figure landed noiselessly onto the rock and started gliding towards the Doctor. The Doctor backed up, not daring to take his rose out for fear it would be taken from him. He was soon through the door again, but the figure failed to stop. The Doctor reached the end of the cage and watched as the figure came up right by him.

"I just want to talk." The Doctor almost began to plead with the figure. The figure laughed and took a vile from his cloak. Putting his hand behind the Doctor's head, he forced the contents of the vile down the Doctor's throat. The figure dropped the vile, letting it break and glass shatter everywhere. "What… What was that?" The Doctor felt his breathing growing heavier, but he tried to fight it.

"Just a little sleeping potion. Vor a good seventeen hours." The figure slowly started to glide away, having a new lock in his hand. "And a pain inducer." He added, under his breath. The Doctor only just caught it.

"Pain… What?!" The Doctor willed every cell in his body to fight the potion, because he knew what would happen if he fell for it: He would relive the worst moments in his life. Pain.

He felt one of his heart beats slow down, so he thought that was all. He didn't imagine that they would know who he really was. As if in answer to his fears, he felt a second wave, and fell to the cell floor, passed out.

Clara

Clara woke up in the TARDIS with no memory of what just happened. She looked around after sitting up. "Doctor?" she called out, but with no reply. She felt pain around her cheek, so she placed her hand on it and winced. Suddenly she remembered everything: her and the Doctor had been in a hallway, she went for a candle, and the Doctor was being held…

"DOCTOR!" Clara yelled, but knew he wouldn't hear her. He was in the castle she had just been apparently dragged out of, given her back felt raw and rubbed. She stood and went to the TARDIS doors, and opened them. Outside the sunrise was just beginning, setting a beautifully evil shadow on the castle. Closing the TARDIS door, and making sure to slip a key in her pocket, she ran for the doors, hearing the creaking noise again from the previous night.

I have to save the Doctor.

Doctor

The Doctor slowly started coming to, taking in surroundings. He was lying on a wooden table, some ways below where he had been imprisoned. As his eyes opened, he saw four cloaked figures surrounding him. They were talking amongst each other.

"You have to be sure!"

"I am! Listen!"

The room went quiet, except for the Doctor's slow breathing and heart beats.

"Two!"

"Vine, then! Get it done!" One of the figures walked to the wall, looking at it.

The Doctor's eye widened suddenly, looking around. He tried to get up, but found that his legs and arms were both chained to the table. He struggled to break the chains, but gave up.

"Now, you fools!" The figure staring at the wall said. The three surrounding the Doctor looked at each other, and lowered the cloaks. Now their faces could be seen. They were pale, very pale…

"What are you doing?" The Doctor sounded panicked, thinking things through his head.

"If you are vho they say you are, you should know." The figures mouth twitched into a smile. This one talking was a male, and one other surrounding the Doctor was a male, but the other female. She looked at the Doctor, the slightest bit of fear about her.

"You don't understand what that could do. You don't understand how dangerous this would become. You could never understand!" The Doctor tried warning them, but the males laughed, and the girl gave a sort of chuckle.

"Ve know, and that's vhy ve are doing it, Timelord!"

"It will get out of your hands! I've seen greater destroy whole civilizations, watch them burn worlds. There's no telling what it will do!" The Doctor was pleading, remembering studies back in the Gallifreyian academy, where these things happened to Timelords and Timeladies.

"Ve are the best. No one has ever escaped here once ve 'ave them, if you did not notice the drop." He gestured to the drop, then inched closer. "Ve vere going to do this while you vere sleeping, but ve vanted you to veel more pain, so ve vaited."

"You are making one of the biggest mistakes in the universe! Please, listen to me!" This was the last thing the Doctor could do. And it still wasn't enough.

"I'm sorry, sir. But this must be done." This time, it was the female speaking. "I'm very sorry, sir." She sounded sincere, like she was actually sorry for what was about to happen.

"Save it, Annabelle!" The talking male said, anger in his voice. "The job must be done, and I vill do it." The man gestured for the others to back away.

"Please…" The Doctor tried a very feeble attempt as the other two backed away and the talking male, pushed the Doctor gently back to the lying position on the bed.

"You see… I like being 'vriendly' vith my… 'victims'" He said, as he climbed on the bed. He positioned himself on top of the Doctor, looking into his olive green eyes. "'Vriendly,' isn't it?" The man then pressed his cold, icy lips to the Doctor's, forcing this upon the poor defenseless man being held against his will. The Doctor tried to resist the coldness, but couldn't. Finally, he stopped the kissing, still on top of the Doctor. His hand stroked the Doctor's cheek, and he acted as if he were going to have another make-out session with him. Instead, the man's head went for the Doctor's neck area as he sunk his pure white fangs into the Doctor's skin. The Doctor screamed in in anguish as the fangs sunk deeper, piercing his skin multiple times.

"N…N…" The Doctor couldn't form words as his senses began to blur. The only thing that stayed constant was pain. Eventually, the pain took over and his eyes closed. Every cell in his body was being rewritten, killed. The last thing he heard was a faint "NO!" before the Doctor was cut off from the universe, transforming.