a/n: Hello! Sorry for such a long hiatus… Time really got away from me. Anyways, there will still be another hiatus (I'm really sorry) since school is really stressful right now… But,I believe I will be posting other stories in the future, so stay tuned! Reviews are greatly appreciated and read!

Doctor:

"Stop!" Again, the angry voice from the leader rang in the dark night, directed to the Doctor. He halted to a stop and turned around, realizing he had gone far beyond the other four yet again. Why did he keep doing that? He felt like he was going slow enough, and he knew he was holding back from his full potential.

"He's bloody quick, ain't 'e?" mentioned the other girl in a sort of admiration. "Quicker than any o' us, that's vor sure."

"Vell, he's missed the turn." a small smirk crept to the leader's face a she quickly turned to an overgrown wooded path, where the trees covered any moonlight from reaching the grassy trail. The other three followed her, the other girl giving a sad look to the Doctor. However, the Doctor just smirked lightly and jumped, landing in a tree just ahead of where they already where in the trail. Using his uncanny sense of time, he dropped directly on the shoulders of one of the boys. The boy yelled out in shock and tried to buck the Doctor off, but was unsuccessful. The other boy and girl suppressed fits of laughter, but the leader scowled to the Doctor and pried him off of the boy's back.

Now they were walking along the path, all on the lookout for any stray animal, or human, that happened to make an appearance to them. Their ears were also tuned, picking up ever sound they could within a certain distance.

Suddenly, the Doctor's head bolted up, hearing something that none of the others seemed to hear. Smirking to himself again, he quietly turned off from the path and sped to the area where he heard the noise. It sounded faint, so he knew they were a pretty far distance away. The noise also sounded… human. Yes, that sounded very good right now, better than any animal that may be lurking in the woods. He followed his ears, and his nose when he picked up their scent.

After merely a few minutes after leaving the other four, he found his prey: an elder man with a younger girl, who still was along in years. It was too dark for them to see the Doctor, but he could see them with ease, even to identify the royal blue of the man's shirt, mixed with a royal purple in a plaid formation, lined with suspenders that connected to his jean pants, worn very high on his stomach. The woman was wearing a red sundress with yellow flowers at the bottom of it, rippling in the small breeze.

"Dad, I think we're lost." the woman retorted to the elder man. The man looked to her, then looked around a bit.

"Of course we're not lost, Gabrielle. I think I know where to go if I've been here dozens of times!" the man replied, a certain tone about him. Odd… the two had a weird accent the Doctor had never heard before.

"I just want to go home. Back to Kentucky, back with my kids and husband." Gabrielle sounded very upset, as if she couldn't bear thinking about how her family was without her.

"You'll be back in no time. Now hush and enjoy the walk!" the man continued, and Gabrielle let out a small sigh and followed.

Hmm… Which one first? The Doctor quietly followed the two, thinking which he should try for first. The easiest would be Gabrielle, since she was behind the man, and could most likely run faster if something happened to the man. The Doctor quickened his pace until he was right behind the girl, and he swiftly covered her mouth with his hand, making a sort of choke hold with his arms, squeezing tightly. He could feel her attempts to scream by the hot air that blew on his hand, but this only made this all the more fun. He quickly ran off the trail her and her father had been walking and came to an open area in the shape of a circle. He slowly let his grip on the girl go, and she started to scream at the top of her lungs. The Doctor became annoyed very quickly, so he put both hands on either side of her head and twisted, snapping her neck, and letting her fall to the ground with her head in an odd angle, dead. Sniffing the air, the Doctor could smell the fresh blood still coursing through her veins, though coming to a slow stop as the heart stopped receiving orders from the mind to pump blood. He knelt by the girl, brushed some of her hair out of the way, and bit into her neck, drinking the warm red blood that coursed from it.

Much time passed. How much, the Doctor wasn't sure. The only thing he knew was that he had completely drained all the blood from this woman, and now he had a body on his hands. He decided someone ought to find it, but not make it so obvious, so he picked it up and jumped in the tallest tree. He arranged it so that she wouldn't fall, and that she wasn't completely invisible to a first glance. He then jumped down from the tree and thought of the woman's father, still on the trail, though probably having noticed the absence of his daughter by now. He still felt a small tugging sensation at his throat, telling him that his thirst was still unquenched. So, he took off the way he came, finding the trail again, and picking up a quick and silent pace.

He ran for what seemed hours, but never found the man. He wasn't going to give up; he felt determination to seize the man ad drain him like he had drained his daughter. However, he felt a strange sensation of needing to get inside as soon as possible. It almost felt as if his skin was… burning? Whatever was happening, the Doctor did not like it in the slightest. So, instead of perusing the elder man, he ran for the direction in which they had come from the castle, taking a very brisk pace as if he were trying to meet a deadline.

Within minutes, somewhere around five or seven, the Doctor reached his goal: the gigantic doors that were the entrance to the castle. He slowly opened them, trying not to make as much of a sound. He had already assumed the other four made it back and would be waiting for his return so as to tell him off. Eh, did he really care? No, not really. He was his own person, he wasn't some play doll to four vampires that were apparently only one third of his age.

"Vhat took you so long, then?" the leader's words stung like acid to the Doctor's ears.

The Doctor didn't respond with words; only with his hand wiping his face of the dried blood that stuck to his mouth.

"I asked you a question, vhy are you not responding?!" inquired the leader again, voice more urgent. She glared viciously to the Doctor; a glare that would frighten most people in the world.

"I took a small detour," replied the Doctor simply. He gave a small smirk and a wink before jumping up the castle and out of sight.

The leader swore under her breath at him.

Clara:

The ride to Neoplitious was the smoothest yet; apparently the TARDIS appreciated three drivers opposed to a single one. Mary and Jess were both smiling and laughing, their faces back to a joyous purple tint.

"I think we've landed!" Mary exclaimed, looking around anxiously.

"Have we? Usually there's an odd sound when the TARDIS lands," Clara wondered allowed.

"Well, that would have happened if someone were foolish enough to leave the brakes on," Jess commented, her hand slowly coming off the blue buttons.

"I think you may have just explained the Doctor in one statement," Clara joked, receiving a laugh from each of the girls.

After a while of making sure the TARDIS was secure, the three girls headed out the doors of the bigger-on-the-inside machine and onto the surface of Neoplitious. What met Clara's eyes didn't fit what her imagination had drawn for her at all.

Since they were to retrieve yolks of chicken eggs, she imagined there would be farms everywhere: an agricultural planet. Instead, what met her first glance were huge buildings, each with a specific product in the window. Neoplites were walking around, not paying any attention to the box, and coming in and out of the buildings, the latter with many shopping bags each. Though these creatures looked nothing like Clara had seen on the last planets, or in comparison with Mary and Jess.

The Neoplites, in Clara's words, looked like clay humans. They were all different colors (why was beyond Clara) and had an apparent molded look to them. To say the least, they were very creepy and Clara felt like this could easily be a nightmare.

"Where are we supposed to find chickens in a mall world?" Clara finally asked, distaste in her voice.

"Not sure. They probably have them for sale, actually," Jess replied, looking around. "Hey… I think I came here once with a group of friends. Yeah! Oh! They have a fashion show that is the best thing ever! We've gotta go!" Excitement filled Jess's face as she grabbed Mary's hand and started running towards the stores.

"Wait!" Clara called, running after them.

"Woah…" Mary awed as she saw what Jess meant; the fashion show really was something to look at. Many of the Neoplites sported dresses and suits bursting with just the right amount of color to look amazing but not too busy. The girls had their hair pulled into tight buns at the top of their head, an accompanying smirk worn on their face. The boys had their short hair cut to precision, and wore an innocent smile.

"I didn't get the chance to speak with the runner last time, so can we this time? Please?" Jess asked Clara, pleading in her voice.

Clara sighed lightly. "Sure. But just not for long. We need to find the chickens, get the eggs, and get out. This place creeps me out," she muttered the last part in a hushed whisper.

"That's a bit rude, isn't it?" Mary asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry, sorry.. It's just-"

"Shhh," Jess hurriedly quieted them. "The runner's actually gonna make an appearance!"

Along with Clara and Mary, the rest of the crowd grew dead silent as the curtains at the end o the runway rippled. All eyes were on the curtain as a figure emerged from them.

She was obviously not Neoplitite; in fact, she was very similar to Jess and Mary. Her ears sat symmetrically on top of her head, and her tail was wagging a mile per minute. Her face was a deep purple as a smile graced her lips. Her dress looked brand new and just a bit more colorful than any of the models' clothing.

"Jess…" Mary tugged at Jess's shoulder, not taking her eyes off of the woman.

"Is that…?" Jess muttered, eyes wide.

"She looks like you two," Clara put in as an obvious statement.

The woman looked around the crowd, a kind smile still showing on her face. She looked as if she were about to turn around when she spotted the trio in the crowd. Her eyes slowly widened as the smile fell from her face. However, she regained herself, gave the smallest motion for them to meet backstage, and returned into the curtain, a little lighter purple than before.

"That can't be!" Jess exclaimed as her, Mary, and Clara started walking backstage.

"It has to be, Jess!" Mary responded. "Who else do we know from our planet who's into fashion?" Jess didn't respond.

"We're here," Clara reported as they reached a door reading a strange alien language. However, Clara was able to read that it said "backstage" thanks to the TARDIS translator.

Mary brushed past Clara and opened the door, coming to a hallway with several doors in it. She took off, looking to each door, trying to decipher the one they were looking for.

After going most of the length of the hall, she halted in front of one of the bigger doors. "This is it," she announced to Jess and Clara, who were still quite a ways down the hall. They sprinted to where Mary had stopped, and Clara slowly knocked on the door.

"Hello?" called out a voice from within; female, and most likely the runner. Slowly, the door opened to indeed reveal the runner, who still was only a light purple. "Ah, glad you came." She tried her best at a smile and opened the door the rest of the way. "Please, come in."

The room they came upon was an office. It was a bigger office than Clara had ever seen, however, complete with three couches, a television set, a huge desk that took up an entire wall, and a window that jutted out of the building, which was ajar at the moment.

"Lenzy?" Mary asked, her voice small with nervousness.

The girl stared at Mary for a long time before giving a genuine smile. "I have missed you, Mary. As well as you, Jess. However, I do not recognize your third. Who is she?"

"My name is Clara Oswald," spoke Clara, a tint of nervousness entangled in her voice. "Human, from planet Earth."

Lenzy laughed. "I assumed the latter, dear child. Everyone knows of the human race from earth. Though I never thought I would get the chance to meet one. As my sisters have informed you, my name is Lenzy. I am current president of Neoplitious and runner of the infamous Neoplite fashion show. Now, what brings you to my planet?" Lenzy directed the last question to all three of them.

"Bad things, sissy. But we need seven chicken eggs," Mary replied, some of her voice returning.

"Seven?" Lenzy did no good in covering her shock. "What in the universe would you need seven Neoplite Chicken eggs for?"

Clara explained the predicament. As always, Lenzy gave a horrified gasp at the words "vampric time lord."

"How could you even let him out of your sight?! The human race is utterly foolish!" Her face hinted itself with a maroon, slowly turning to a red.

"It was dark, I couldn't see, and they grabbed him from me!" Clara stated defensively. "Now, are you going to help us or not?"

"Please, Lenz?" Mary asked, looking as innocent as ever.

A few moments of silence occurred as Lenzy thought, her face slowly draining of the red. "Fine, I'll help. But the chicken eggs will come at a cost."

"We don't have money, but I have an operating TARDIS. I'm taking Mary and Jess home, I don't see any hassle in taking you home as well."

Lenzy perked up in confusion. "You have an actual working TARDIS? But… weren't they all destroyed during the Time War?"

"The rest were. To my knowledge, this is the last one."

Another few moments of silence. "We have a deal, Ms. Oswald. I shall send someone to get the eggs, and then I shall accompany you in your time and space machine."

Lenzy looked down at her desk and pushed a button, clearing her throat. A few seconds later, a scratchy voice answered.

"Yes?"

"I need seven chicken eggs as fast as you can get them here. I'll also need my Vice to take office. I am resigning and appointing her to my office." Her voice was full of authority as it commanded the gruff voice.

"Er, yes. Very well. It's been good serving you, President." The connection cut off, and Lenzy looked at her guests again.

Within minutes, there was a knock to the door. "Those will be the eggs." Lenzy stated, striding to the door and opening it. A woman of amazing beauty and reasonable fashion sense came through the door with a basket of seven eggs.

"Here are your eggs, Madam," the woman said in a melodious voice.

"Thank you, Nichole. Now, take care of the office please? You have full reign, so don't be afraid to make peace happen." Lenzy smiled sadly and hugged the woman, who gingerly hugged back.

"Please be safe, Lenzy," Nichole responded.

"I will." Lenzy took the basket from Nichole's hand and motioned for Clara Mary and Jess to follow her out of the office.

"Now, where is this TARDIS?" Lenzy asked.

"Just follow me," Clara commanded, leading their now group of four out of the hallway, through the doors of the building, and towards the small wooden box that many people seemed to ignore.

"That's not a TARDIS!" Lenzy exclaimed angrily. "That's just a wooden box! I shouldn't have resigned; I shouldn't have trusted someone who let a time lord be in the hands of vampires!"

"Lenzy, calm down!" Jess commanded of her sister, grabbing her by the shoulders. "It is a TARDIS; the Chameleon Circuit is just broken to look like a 1950's style London police box from earth. Trust me, it's way bigger on the inside!"

"Fine. But if you're lying, I will have assistants come and take the eggs away and take you as prisoner." She addressed the latter specifically to Clara.

Clara ignored her as she pulled the handle on the royal blue doors and stepped inside, feeling the TARDIS come to life once more. Mary followed directly behind, followed by Jess. Lenzy stepped in last, her eyes slowly widening.

"It's huge!" Lenzy exclaimed, looking around. "I've seen a few TARDIS's before, but none this big!" A smile flooded her face as the deep purple tint returned.

"Right, now let's get out while we can. Next is… Gastroluville, if I'm correct."

"I've been there before," Lenzy stated grimly. "And trust me when I say it's not very keen to visitors."