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Donna pushed the old heavy door open, sending dust flying into the air making both John and Claudia cough a bit. "Go on, get in you two." Donna told them. The two entered the safehouse cautiously, praying that it wasn't a trap laid out for them. Thankfully, nothing sprung out from the shadows much to their relief. Once they were inside, they got a much clearer view of the safehouse.
It looked as if it hadn't been occupied for quite some time as evident by the thick layer of dust coating on the floor. There were also chests laid out in every single corner of the room. "We're going to be staying here until the danger has passed."
"Okay, first of all, DONNA, I want to know what the hell just happened back there." John demanded. He wanted answers now after that whole fiasco he and his young intern were put through.
"What do you think sunshine? Lycans showed up." Claudia couldn't help but snicker to John's new nickname which just earned her a dry look from the older man.
"Yes I know what they're called thanks to you and your friend but what I'm asking is how it is possible that there are… WEREWOLVES and vampires. You both are just myths, told to scare children or creations of Hollywood."
"Yeah. I've watched movies about werewolves and vampires since I was little and now I just found out that it's all real, I don't know what to make of this anymore." Claudia said, adding in her two cents.
"Well sorry to burst your bubble. We do exist. It's just we're very good at hiding that fact." Donna remarked dryly.
"Then how did Hollywood of all things make movies of you guys? Granted, there were old legends and myths about you two but everyone just chalked it up to the superstition of the time."
"It was Rassilon's idea."
"HUH!?" exclaimed both John and Claudia. "Are you saying that Rassilon, that scary stoic vampire, pitched in the idea of having you two become Hollywood creations? Now that is just unbelievable." Claudia said in disbelief.
"Why on Earth would he do such a thing?" John asked.
"He said that it was better for the public to just think of our races as the stuff of their imagination so they would become desensitized over time. We don't want a witch hunt if one of the humans sees us like those hunts back in the Middle Ages. People would just chalk it up to those witnesses either being on drugs or their imagination getting the better of them."
"Okay so that's answered. Now what we want to know is why Rassilon wants John's… blood. He seemed pretty eager to sink those ugly fangs of his into my mentor's throat. What is he planning? Turning my mentor into one of you guys or just sucking him dry?"
John shuddered at the memory of Rassilon's face warping into a bat-like face and those fangs of his. He rubbed over his neck still unable to believe of how close he had been to being bitten.
"Woah there, slow down on those questions of yours. That I don't know. You might have to ask Martha about that."
"You… don't know." Claudia and John both shot an unbelieving look at Donna. As if she didn't know why the vampires are after John. She's one of them for goodness's sake.
"Unbelievable. You don't know. Really? Cause I'm having a hard time believing that." John told her, frustration and a sliver of anger evident in his tone.
"Oi skinny boy! It's the truth! Rassilon only shares his plans with Martha and no one else so if you want answers, then you're going to have to ask her. Though good luck on that. Martha is very good at not spilling out secrets." Donna barked back angrily, her blue eyes flashing.
Before John could argue back, a loud crash could be heard coming from outside the safehouse.
"Bollocks! You two, go hide and stay down. I don't want you two getting the way when those Lycans come bursting through." Donna took out her gun and faced the door, ready to shoot down any Lycan that came through the door.
John and Claudia ran to the back and hid behind a large chest. They snuck a look, fearing that the Lycans had found them and were going to rip them apart. The door creaked open but instead of a Lycan, it was Martha. They both blew out a sigh of relief.
"Martha, are you okay? Are the Lycans gone?" Donna asked, her gun still held up and pointing at the door. She knew better than to let her guard down.
"Yes. They're all gone. Ugh…" John noticed how Martha was struggling to walk. She also had her hand placed at her side and John feared the worst. Just as he feared, Martha dropped to the ground like a stone and groaned.
Not heeding Claudia's cry to stay down, John ran up to Martha's side and was joined by a very concerned Donna. John slowly pried her hand off and sucked in a sharp breath. There was a nasty-looking, jagged wound across her side that nearly reached her back.
"Damn it Martha! You just had to handle everything by yourself didn't you?" Donna muttered to herself, upset at seeing her friend hurt badly.
Despite his initial fears and wariness for the woman, John couldn't help but feel a wave of concern for the vampire. "She may have threatened my life and Claudia's life but… I'm a doctor and I swore an oath to help anyone who is in need." Not wasting anytime, John gently picked Martha up and brought her over to a metal table that was standing in the center of the safehouse.
"Do you have a first aid kit? Sutures, bandages, disinfectant, anything here that I could use to treat her?" he asked Donna.
"I saw a first aid kit in the corner John!" Claudia cried out. "Go get it, Claudia. Donna, I'm going to need a bowl of clean water and a towel if there is any. I need to clean out the wound." Donna nodded and went to find the items that John had listed off to her.
With the two gone to find the necessary supplies, John now focused on his patient. Although he had met her twice before, John never really got the chance to see his patient's features closely. He had to admit, she is a beautiful woman what with her full lips and dark lashes.
The young intern came back with a first aid kit box and placed it on the table, "I got it John." Donna too came back with a bowl of clean water and a towel. "Good. Donna, can you please hand me the bowl first? I'm going to clean the wound first."
Donna soaked the towel in the bowl of water then handed it to John. John gently but quickly dabbed at the wound, cleaning it. Once it was clean enough, he asked Claudia to hand him the suture and thread. John worked quickly on closing up the ragged wound and once he was done, he poured the disinfectant on it and bandaged the wound.
He was still worried as to why the young vampire wasn't regaining consciousness and still looked like Death itself. "She needs blood." Donna said.
"Wait a minute, blood? We don't have any donor blood that we can give her and I doubt our blood matches her blood type." Donna shook her head. "No. I meant she needs to drink blood. She needs blood to heal."
"But won't anyone turn into a vampire if a vampire drank their blood? I really don't want to be turned into a vampire."
"Please. She needs blood or else she'll die. She's my friend. I can't bear to watch her die." Donna pleaded for the first time since they met.
John pursed his lips. He knew the risks that were involved but as he watched the vampire's breathing slowing down and getting paler by the second, he made his decision.
"I'll do it."
"WHAT!? But-!" John turned to his intern with a serious expression on his face, "If I don't Claudia, she will die. And as a doctor, I can't let that happen not when there is clearly something that I can do to save her." The serious expression on his face melted away and John gave her a soft smile.
"I'll be fine Claudia. I promise." The young intern was on the verge of tears but she held them back. She nodded, "You better keep that promise or I'll kick your butt all the way to next week." She said, nearly choking on her words.
Donna helped her friend up and positioned her close to John. John got onto the table and sat closer to her, positioning his neck over her mouth. "Just to warn you skinny boy, when she gets this bad, she's not… herself. You'll see what I mean." John gulped and nodded. He hoped that whatever happens next isn't going to scar him for life.
Martha was in so much pain. Her head was pounding like a sledgehammer was bashing her skull. She couldn't focus at all until she smelt the smell of fresh blood. She could smell a scent, human from what she suspected, but that scent…
Her mouth began to water and her fangs started to grow. She could hear the thudding of her prey's heart sending her into a much more frenzied state. "Need… blood. Need blood. Blood Blood BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD!"
John watched as Martha's eyes flicker underneath her eyelids and wondered what was happening to her. When she opened her eyes, what he saw scared him to the core. Instead of seeing a pair of icy blue eyes, Martha's eyes were a blood red with slits in the center. With a guttural roar, she sprang forward, earning a yelp from John, and sunk her fangs into his jugular.