I'm really sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I was away, so I couldn't update. Thanks for sticking with me. I hope you enjoy. Things will start to pick up from here. Oh and to be clear the break that is coming up is for a passage of time.

It took Clara another hour to get back to from the church and down into the sewers. After wandering for a good half hour, she found her meeting place with Amber. The young vampire was waiting for her, standing in exactly the same position Clara had left her in.

Clara wondered what the passage of time felt like for someone who could live hundreds, thousands of years. For her, every minute counted, but what was that to an immortal creature? Had the past few hours that had felt so long and drawn out to Clara felt like only a minute to Amber? Clara shivered at the thought, there was something not right about this. But then she remembered how old the Doctor was. Was this how he felt too?

"I've got it!" She called as she approached Amber.

The vampire smiled at Clara and happily answered. "Good! Come here. I've got a plan to get your friend here."

Glowing torches now cast their brilliant light through the corridor as Amber made her way back to the clan of vampires. Amber had always wondered why exactly the torches were put up each night when all of them had relatively good night vision. She thought that Welden liked it, that he had an affinity for powerful things and he considered fire powerful, probably because it was one of the few things that could kill him. She'd contemplated it many times, taking one of the torches and just jabbing it into Welden. Burning him. Turning him into ash. It was all she really wanted, to make him suffer. But she knew that even if she could actually set Welden on fire and kill him, the others would be on her in a second. Then she'd be dead or worse tortured, and she didn't want to die.

She passed two vampires both with long dark hair leaning against a wall aloofly and she knew that she had returned to Welden's immediate domain. She turned a corner and found a majority of the pack standing by a stairwell that led up to the surface. By now, night had fallen and a few lucky hunters had been sent up to collect the evening meal.

Amber had chosen her time to return to the clan carefully. Now was the perfect time, everyone would be feasting and wouldn't notice her and the Doctor slipping away. She just hoped that her plan to persuade the Doctor to follow her worked.

Five long shadows suddenly appeared, stretching from the stairwell down into the catacombs. The shadows moved and grew as their physical forms drew closer and closer until a pack of five vampires, led by Welden appeared. The waiting vampires seemed to heave a collective sigh when they realized that all the hunters had returned with were a mixture of already dead cats and dogs.

Welden was not pleased and immediately commanded their attention, yelling. "You will thank your hunters! They have brought you what you constantly thirst for! They have brought you what you need." The crowd of vampires cheered not insincerely. Satisfied, Welden turned to his hunters and said. "Pass out the meat."

The hunters did as Welden asked and began to hand out the night's meal. Immediately, the vampires turned savage, any sense of humanity in them disappeared as they began to tear into the small animals flesh. Their teeth sunk deep down into the creatures, red blood spewed out and they lapped it up happily. Eating was all consuming, they seemed unaware of anything else, except for the slab of meat that had once been an animal in front of them.

Amber felt her own mind beginning to swerve to thoughts of hunger. However, she had been cultivating her self-control for quite some time now and managed to keep those thoughts at bay. Her job now was to find the Doctor.

It was surprisingly easy, actually. Her tiny stature allowed her to easily pass around the feasting vampires, until she found the lanky bowtie wearing man. He was tearing what appeared to have once been a small dog to pieces with an exuberance that she had never seen before, not even in Welden.

She got as close to him as she could, standing just a few inches away from him. She placed her hand on his shoulder to get his attention, but pulled it away immediately as his mouth snapped at her hand. He narrowly missed her and she now found herself looking into his old eyes. She saw sorrow in them, even though his body was tense for attack. With her heightened hearing she could still hear his hearts beating, slowly, but still beating. The Timelord was still in there, she thought, somewhat surprised by this.

"Doctor." She said.

"Who are you?" He growled, already eyeing the shreds of dog in his pale, cold hands.

She grabbed the meat from him, before he could stop her. "Hey!" He cried angrily.

"This," She said holding up the bloody meat. ", you don't want this?"

"Why not?" The Doctor asked grumpily.

"You didn't even catch it." She said with a slight smile. "In fact, you've never even hunted your own meal."

"That's not true!" He interjected, anger in his eyes. "The old man was mine!"

She didn't know who he was talking about, but she could guess what Welden had done. "The old man?" She laughed. "You think that counts? He was handed to you on a silver platter. No, you've never hunted for yourself."

He was giving her a death stare, but Amber could tell that he was intrigued. She continued. "I can take you somewhere, where you can make your first real kill."

"Where?" He asked curiously.

"Follow me." She began moving through the crowd of still eating vampires carefully. She turned back to make sure that he was following and found that he was. "My name's Amber." She said carefully and kept moving, leading him towards Clara.