Welcome to another chapter, here's me hoping you still enjoy reading.
The air was heavy with stone dust, it floated in the air. Not moving exactly, just now falling. "Floating earth dust great," Geneva said, "What does that mean? If an…a…" Geneva had trouble saying the words.
A stone face appeared from the stone mist, it just formed out of the particles in the air, collecting into a weeping angels head. This one, unlike the one Geneva had seen before, was peaceful, serene.
"Hello?" Geneva said, "What do you want?" The time lord had learned that sometimes the angels would call upon someone and try to talk to them. Geneva knew this was true, the Doctor himself had talked an entire army out of devouring the entire human race.
Coughing could be heard through the mist. It sounded like someone had gotten dust in their throat. "Geneva?"
"Yes!" Geneva shouted into the stone mist as she heard Bella's voice.
"Geneva?" This time Bella's voice was farther off, it defiantly sounded like she was moving farther and farther into the tunnel.
"Oh no. The walls, the long hallway…Sanatorium Angel." Geneva saw spots dance in front of her eyes as the oppressing air inside of the tunnel began to eat into her system. The time lord could feel herself shutting down, and it scared the living shit out of her.
"The Doctor?" Bella's voice sounded very close now, but it was somehow different. It sounded astral, like it wasn't meant to exist. 'But that can't be, Bella's real. She is meant to exist, but what if she's not?' Geneva had learned from the Doctor to never disregard any thought that would ever enter her head at any time. The Doctor had also told the young time lord that she was the only remaining time lord besides himself, and that she should never go to the Sanatorium Angel.
The Doctor had told Geneva, "That's a dangerous place. The whole world is a dangerous place, for certain spots you just need to go to them in a different time period in order to find them dangerous."
…
It had been three days since the death of the vampire. He had literally been the oldest living Vampire Hive Mind, although he certainly wasn't the oldest living vampire. The legend of the oldest living vampire have been attributed to a creature as old as the old gods.
It has been rumored that this creature, the first vampire, had been created when existence began to manifest itself with the creation of earth and the universe. Lamia was the name of the oldest living vampire, the first vampire.
Only when the humans of planet earth had advanced enough to fully understand the alien language Latin did they understand the meaning of the creature's name. It was the literal translation of vampire from English into Latin.
Charlie and Paul the two newest vampires were having a hard time coping with the stress of being a vampire. They had obviously heard the fabricated rose colored stories of invincible, personifications of sexiness that were the vampires. Although it was certainly true that vampires were heartbreakingly beautiful to look upon, most humans and animals had a natural defense that warned then whenever they were near.
But when a living creature could sense one of these creatures, it was probably too late for the living creature. If a vampire was close enough for a living thing to sense it, that living thing was about to become a very dead thing.
This was how Charlie and Paul felt as they wandered the literal wilderness and tried to find some form of civilization. Their last remaining, and soon to be departed, slivers of humanity were convinced that they needed to find humans to associate and get help from them.
But the truth of the matter was, the only reason Charlie and Paul were looking for humans was due to the fact that their vampire bodies craved blood. The two had encountered plenty of animals, the blood had temporarily satisfied their hunger, but it was not enough for these two starving creatures.
"Human blood will give us true strength."
"You words are almost as true and holy delicious as the blood that we shall soon taste out of the succulent neck of an unawares human." Paul smiled wickedly in response to his own statement, "Come brother. Let us hunt humans."