A/N: What's up, y'all? It's been a long time since my last update. This past month has been crazy busy at work, but finally I managed to get another chapter done. This chapter was a fun one to write, especially the part at the end where I introduce a character that most of you will hopefully recognize from Series 4 (with David Tennant). I've been waiting for so long to bring this character into the story. In fact, bringing this character and Nova together was the number one thing I was looking forward to writing the most, and it's finally beginning to happen. I hope you enjoy the chapter, and I hope you like the 'mystery' character as well, as she will be a main character alongside Nova for the rest of the trilogy. Points to those who can guess who she is. There are several hints all through the chapter :)

WARNING: slight spoilers for "Dark Water / Death in Heaven" and "The Zygon Invasion/Inversion".


Chapter 17: Blonde Over Blood

I wake to bright sunlight shining through the blinds of my bedroom window, as well as extreme aches in my entire body. Wincing as my eyes slowly adjust to the room, I glance around and am surprised to see Hazel sitting in a small chair at my bedside, looking concerned but relieved to see me awake.

"Nova?" she asks, leaning over to me. "Are you alright?" In all honesty, I am quite shocked to see her so worried for me, especially after our earlier argument.

"Hey, Haze…" I smile weakly at her as I turn my head toward her. "What—ah!" The slight motion triggers an intense stabbing sensation in the side of my neck. I automatically reach up with my hand and feel a thick bandage over the spot, and I also see several smaller bandages along both of my bare arms between by wrists and elbows.

At first, I am shocked to see the bandages, and I struggle to recall what gave me all those wounds, and then a few seconds later everything comes flooding back to me all at once:

The late-night walk I took…

The gut-wrenching scream I heard in the alleyway…

The strange 'vampire-boy' I saw attack the poor homeless woman in the alleyway…

The same 'vampire-boy' who attacked me in the park not long after…

Managing to stumble back into the apartment before everything went blank

And then nothing after that. I guess I ended up passing out not long after I got back, most likely from exhaustion and blood-loss. Thank God I passed out after I arrived back at the apartment and not in the middle of a street somewhere in the city. God knows what would've happened if people saw a random unconscious, regenerating girl lying in the middle of the street; so many questions I would've been unable to answer, at least truthfully.

Before I have a chance to wonder if I had legitimately regenerated while I was unconscious (not that I feel like I actually have), Hazel speaks up, saying in a serious tone, "You went out late last night and came back covered in blood. It looked like someone had tried ripping your throat out from the side of your neck. Don't you remember?"

From the tone of her voice, she sounds like she doesn't know what actually happened. Of course not, since I had planned to keep that all a secret… Well, sort of, as I obviously hadn't expected that attack while I was on my walk, but now that I know of the attacks since I was warned about them from the police officers, now I feel as if I should keep everything a secret from Hazel as a way of protecting her from everything and wanting to be involved herself.

"Kinda…" I say before lying, "My brain's a little…fuzzy." Of course, it's not super fuzzy; I just don't want Hazel to know anything and have any part of it, knowing that it's my responsibility, and mine alone, to get to the bottom of this 'vampire' mystery—much like what Scooby-Doo and the Gang would do (rather, what just Fred Jones would do, minus Daphne, Velma, Shaggy and Scooby), except this time I am my own 'Scooby Gang.'

Suddenly feeling chilly, I look under my blanket to discover that, for some strange reason, I am not wearing any clothes, save for my underwear. I also discover that my pillowcase and bedsheets are slightly stained with orange-red blood along my left side. I glance back up at Hazel and ask, feeling slightly uncomfortable, "Um…where're my clothes?", thinking that she had stripped me of my clothing while I was passed out.

Seriously, what is it with people always stripping other people of their clothing while they're unconscious? That's so creepy and weird! I mean, I understand the need to do this in hospitals, but come on, it wouldn't kill someone to give a girl some warning beforehand! I mean, it wasn't so bad when Dad did it that one time I was unconscious for a few days after I'd used a large amount of Regeneration Energy to save him, but it was even creepier when those Reptilian-eyed 'Shadow Demons' did it to me after they'd kidnapped me and used my 'fear' to hunt down Dad in Victorian London; unfortunately, that's a memory I'll never forget.

"Sorry," Hazel says, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "As I said, you were completely covered in blood, so after you passed out I stripped you from your clothes and threw them in the wash. I didn't think it was healthy for you to just keep your bloody clothes on. And besides, I needed to clean your wound, so I needed it to be exposed so I could clean it better. I swapped out your bandages twice. Looks like the one over your neck needs to be swapped out again." At this, she begins sifting through a First-Aid Kit on my bedside table for a clean bandage.

However, I feel the need to decline as I shake my head and slowly sit up while keeping the blanket covering my naked body, "No, it's okay. I can change it myself."Better yet, I can just use my Energy to heal it,I add in my head as I swing my legs over the side of my bed in an attempt to stand.Would be much easier and faster.

"Are you sure?" Hazel asks, still seeming concerned. "You're still very pale. Maybe you should…stay in bed."

And continue to let people die on the streets by psycho-vampires from another world?I scoff in my head in response.Absolutely no way that's happening!

"I'm fine,really," I insist as I legitimately stand, holding onto the footboard for support as my legs still feel like jelly. "I'll just use my Regen Energy."If I haven't already been using it, I add in my head. For all I know, my body could've been using it to heal itself on its own while I was comatose; could Hazel have witnessed this while she was at my side? Has she been sitting at my bedside the whole time, watching over me and protecting me while I was healing?

Did anybody else show up while I was out? My father? Billy? Could Hazel have asked her boyfriend to come over and help with taking care of me, possibly fearing that she couldn't do it by herself?

If she really had asked Billy over, could he have witnessed my Regeneration Energy too?

Before I have a chance to ask any of these questions, Hazel speaks up again, saying, "Um…I'm not sure that's a good idea either. When you talked about when you used your Energy, it sometimes could attract danger…"

"Haze, seriously, it's fine," I say, suddenly feeling the need to snap at her without really knowing why. "I'm fine. Please, just… Leave me be."

Hazel frowns, taken aback by my sudden outburst. "Fine," she snaps back, "I gotta go to Therapy anyway." She says the word 'therapy' with extreme hatred seemingly towards me, again blaming me for everything she went through in that dungeon as well as this entire year without me. She then gets up from the chair and begins leaving the room without looking at me. "The First-Aid Kit's there…" she says, pointing to the bedside table, "that is, if you need it. If not, then just…do whatever you want to do." At this, she slams the bedroom door behind her and rushes away angrily to prepare for her predestined therapy session.

As I hear Hazel leave the apartment, slamming that door on her way out as well, I can't help but groan loudly to myself, instantly feeling guilty and ashamed to have snapped at her the way I did, knowing that she was only trying to help, possibly in an attempt to forgive me and rekindle our friendship between each other. I feel awful to have pushed her away so harshly. In all honesty, deep down, I still feel quite angry with Hazel for starting the argument we had before (or perhaps I may have started it myself?), while at the same time I feel obligated to keep her out of what happened during the 'vampire' attack.

While I feel like I have an obligation to investigate and stop these 'vampire' attacks—whatever they really are—I also want to keep Hazel out of the way to keep her safe from the attackers. I feel that if she learns that I am secretly investigating them, of course she would want to help, but I refuse to let her help me this time, knowing that her helping me find my parents had gotten her in serious danger with the Silence, and I certainly don't want a repeat of that, especially since I feel so ashamed that she has to go through therapy to overcome those fears and nightmares of what she experienced in that damn dungeon because of me.

From now on, I'm doing this alone. Nobody else will die because of my mistakes, certainly not Hazel. Never again.

After glancing at my bedside clock, I discover that, to my great relief, I haven't been unconscious for very long—thankfully, only for about fifteen hours. Thank God, as I've never been truly unconscious for less than a couple of days (It must be another Time Lord curse, or something; that, or I'm just incredibly unlucky). Despite wanting to be truly human and steer clear from using any of my Time Lord abilities (or anything Time Lord, really), I decide to use my Regeneration Energy anyway to heal all the injuries I'd sustained from the 'vampire' attack; of course, I do this in the bathroom away from prying eyes just in case anyone decides to snoop (not that anyone would, as nobody else lives here except me and Hazel). After that, I take a nice hot shower, washing away the excess blood and grime from my body. After my shower, I spend the rest of the afternoon enrolling for my college classes (unfortunately I have to enroll for Freshmen classes as, technically, I'd missed three semesters and am, therefore, still considered a Freshman) and early evening browsing the Internet for the latest current events I'd missed over the last year.

Before browsing the Internet, while Hazel is still out at her therapy session, I search the kitchen for anything sugary, as my Blood Sugar still feels a bit too low than where it really should be. Sadly, I can't find any Fish-Fingers-and-Custard makings (Bummer! Oh well; I'll stop by the grocery store some other day), so I eat a pack of Jammie Dodgers instead; it's cool that Hazel has a liking to the cookies as well.

Of course, after being told about the so-called 'citywide curfew' last night, that's the very first thing I research. I find several news articles about various attacks all over the city, which started about six months ago, ironically around the same time that Billy and his family moved to London from Blackpool (or so he claimed). Strangely, the articles say that the people who were attacked were attacked by either a teenaged boy (rather, two teenage boys who looked a lot alike) or a middle-aged woman who would restrain the victim, sink their sharp fangs into some exposed limb, and suck the blood out of the person's body, almost killing the person doing so. The people who survived or witnessed the event and managed to escape had made similar descriptions, but there were several victims who died from blood-loss or had been found completely drained of blood. Several of the article writers believed that "the city could be invaded by vampires," and that they warn people to be careful when wandering the city at night, just as the police officers had done to me. There is even an article that claims that a secret military group called U.N.I.T. had put the curfew in place, and they hired the police to enforce the curfews until the 'vampire' issue is resolved for good.

After reading these articles, I think about asking Hazel about the events to see if she's aware of these things happening or if she was a victim or witness herself, but I decide against it a few seconds later, still feeling adamant about keeping her out of the loop, especially if I am, indeed, the only one responsible for ending these attacks once and for all. Of course, I'd have to wait 'til after sunset to begin my investigations, especially since they are known to happen more often after dark.

Of course! Vampires—if they really are vampires—can't stand sunlight, so that makes perfect sense!

While I wait (super impatiently) for the Sun to set, I research other major events that happened while I was off on my travels, and there are two that capture my attention. The first is that, apparently, there was a brief Cyberman invasion across the globe, but sadly, I couldn't find any info on what exactly happened, or why they seemingly chose to leave of their own accord after a while of wreaking havoc all over the planet.

Frustratingly enough, I couldn't find much info on the second thing either, other than yet another alien invasion, this time of Zygons; however, there was a Treaty in place where the Zygons could live peacefully among humans (which, apparently, started back in 2013 and is still around to this day), but a small faction of Zygons broke that peace in the small town of Turmezistan back in 2015 (perhaps when I was with Dad while trying to save my guardians), and a small war broke out there. Other than those two, those are the only major events I missed over the last couple of years while I was traveling.

Later that evening, after the Sunfinallysets and after Hazel goes to bed, I decide to sneak out of the apartment again, this time out of my bedroom window to avoid any suspicions. I figure if Hazel were to hear or catch me sneaking out the front door, of course she'd want to know where I'm going and insist on coming with me, but, as I've already planned, I don't want her involved in anything else that might be dangerous, so I make sure to sneak out another way that she won't suspect me leaving at all; perhaps if she hears me opening my window, she'd think I'm simply opening it to let in some fresh air (which isn't true, of course).

Of course, this time I am fully aware of the curfew after having been told about it the previous night, and I, of course, legitimately ignore it this time, believing that I have a responsibility to investigate these 'vampire' attacks despite what the police officers said. I quietly climb out of my bedroom window and leave the apartment complex, this time making sure to keep to the shadows to avoid the police, knowing that I am legitimately breaking the law by deliberately ignoring the curfew. I purposefully dress in all black to blend in better with the darkness.

I decide to begin my investigation by returning to the scene of the crime—i.e. the park where I was attacked the previous night—and use my sonic screwdriver to scan for signs and traces of alien life that was present over the last twenty-four hours (yes, I know I said I wasn't planning to do anything Time-Lordy while I was back home, but desperate times call for desperate measures). At the exact spot where I was attacked, there are still small traces of my blood left over, but thankfully most of it was washed away by the rain.

In all honesty, I am shocked to see the roasted corpse of the vampire-boy is completely missing from the scene. Then again, the police or U.N.I.T. may have taken away the body to research from it and discover what happened. When I was researching the latest current events on the computer, I was surprised to not find any reports of the attack here in the park earlier in the day, as I had researched it out of curiosity (as well as in slight concern for someone having witnessed what I did), but thankfully I found nothing. Perhaps, if the police or U.N.I.T. had, indeed, found the body and took it away, they decided to keep it a secret from the public until they pinpointed who killed the boy. The very thought sends a wave of shudders down my spine, making me worry what would happen if the police or U.N.I.T. discovered that I was responsible and what they would do for my punishment as well as discovering my being Time Lord. Perhaps, if U.N.I.T. discovered me, they wouldn't punish me too much, as I remember my father telling me stories about working with U.N.I.T. for a while and becoming close friends with their boss way back when, so perhaps they'll let me off the hook once they discover I'm his daughter.

The very thought also makes me wonder whether killing that boy was a true accident or not. Of course, I didn't actually mean to kill him…or perhaps Idid. The guy was trying to kill me, and I acted in self-defense; I just didn't expect to have defended myself inthatway, just like at the Judoon Prison Cafeteria. Admittedly, this was the first time I had legitimately roasted someone like a marshmallow (of course, without really meaning to), and clearly my powers are becoming more powerful by the day. Jack's words suddenly ring in my mind at the thought: "You don't seem to understand how truly powerful you are. If you don't learn to control your powers, bad things will happen; really bad things. Don't think of what I'm telling you as a threat; I am trying to warn you, because as I said, I care about you, and I worry about you. What might happen if you don't learn to control your Deviancy… I just don't want you to end up doing something you'll regret." Of course, a small part of me regrets incinerating that boy, but at the same time I'm not entirely sure if doing so was truly the right thing. Did that boy really deserve it? Could I have saved millions by doing what I did?

Of course, there is still at least one more 'vampire' to eliminate—whoever the 'middle-aged woman' is, who could very likely be his mother.If she found out I'd killed her son

Her son who looked strikingly similar to Hazel's boyfriend… Could they have been related? I mean, Billy did say he had a brother and moved here with him and his mother…

Billy can't be a 'vampire' too…could he?

I snort at the thought, the idea of my best friend dating a vampire (or even a Zygon, for that matter) sounding downright ludicrous. Then again, it's not totally out of the question, what with the number of aliens secretly living among us over the centuries (of course, I would know, as I'm obviously one of them).

Thankfully, my screwdriver picks up a small reading of alien DNA in the area (most likely from the burnt corpse of the vampire-kid), and when I change the settings to widen the search across the city—much like when I used the sonic to trace where the portal to the Shadow Demons' ship was located in the Victorian London sewers—the sonic begins softly beeping, now acting as a compass to lead me to the body's present location…or perhaps where there are other 'vampires' hidden in the city.

Several minutes later, I follow the signal to an abandoned building in the outskirts of Downtown. Oh, of course!I scoff to myself as I cautiously enter the seemingly-slowly-collapsing building.Because these types of places are where everyone does their super-secret dirty business. Just like in every typical drug-dealing scene ever.

However, the moment I enter the structure, I immediately get a faint sense of there being another of my own kind in the area.Odd… Could my father be here? Or my mother?

However, what's even more odd, as I wander deeper into the dark and musty building, is that the sense isn't of my father, nor my mother. I know, because whenever they're around, I get a unique sense from each of them (my father's being much stronger than my mother's), but this one is different and yet still oddly familiar at the same time, like we're biologically part of the same family, which is weird because as far as I know I'm an only child…at least, I'm pretty sure I am.

The Doctor and River didn't have another child before (or after) me…did they? Surely, I would know if I had a brother or sister somewhere out there; I'd be able to sense them too, right? My parents would've told me if I did have a Time Lord brother or sister somewhere out there

Right?

So how come I'm getting that sense now? That, perhaps, they've lied to me? They wouldn't…would they?

My thoughts are interrupted when I suddenly round the corner and see a petite mid-twenty-year-old girl bending over a dead corpse, and I instantly pause and duck behind the corner, out of sight of the girl who is, thankfully, facing the opposite direction, her blonde hair tied in a long ponytail flowing down her back. I watch the girl as she inspects the body of another homeless man, and I can't help but wonder if she is one of the 'vampires' who'd killed this poor man, having drained him of his blood, or, like me, if she's simply here to investigate what happened.

My suspicions are geared toward the latter as the girl sighs to herself. "You poor chap," she says in a British accent, seeming to feel genuine sadness for the man. "If only I'd come sooner… Don't worry, I'll avenge you by finding the people who did this to you. Somehow, I feel like it's my responsibility to do that. It's my responsibility to stop all of this, and I will."

Odd… That's exactly what I came here for. How is it that we both seem to have the exact same goal? That's so wei

"That's a promis—"

Both the girl's declaration and my thoughts are interrupted when a familiar male voice speaks up from the shadows across the room, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

My hearts immediately drop in horror when none other than Hazel's boyfriend (or should I say 'traitor') Billy emerges from another room along the far wall, his clothes covered head-to-toe in blood. I am even more shocked when I see another familiar slightly older boy accompany him, also covered in blood, that being the same kid who attacked me last night at the park; and while they're standing next to each other, I can clearly see their resemblance to one another.

Holy shit! How is that guy still alive?! That's impossible; I incinerated him! No-one should be able to survive that, and yet somehow he did, and without even a scratch! How?!

And Billy… That traitor! How could he?! How could he betray Hazel?! If she were here seeing this—see that she's dating a bloodsucking psychopath…

"Oh! Uh, sorry!" the blonde girl sputters in panic, immediately standing up from the corpse. "I didn't mean to trespass! I was just… Listen, this isn't what it looks like! I didn't kill this guy! I was—"

"What are you doing here?" the older boy repeats his younger brother's question. "You shouldn't be here."

"Well," the girl shrugs, "in all honesty, I get the feeling like you two shouldn't be here either… Am I right?" She adds, glaring suspiciously at the boys. However, the boys just stare back at her in a 'So what if we did?' manner. "What happened to this poor chap, do you think?" the girl continues with an accusatory voice. "You didn't happen to catch who killed him, did you? Seeing as you're…here and all…" At this point, she pauses, seeing the way Billy's brother looks her up and down like she's a piece of meat, which clearly makes her uncomfortable.

As if things aren't unsettling enough for the girl, Billy's brother inhales deeply and says with a twisted smirk, "Your blood… It smells…familiar. Like the blood I tasted last night…"

"'The blood you tasted last night'?" Billy frowns, glancing in confusion toward the blonde girl. "You think she's also a T—?"

"I must have another taste!" his brother suddenly exclaims, his eyes blazing with manic energy, stepping forward toward her in preparation to attack, baring his sharp vampire fangs.

"Whoa, hang on, Brody," Billy says, grabbing his brother's shoulder and pulling him back. "You drained most of this guy's blood, and I hardly got a drop. Besides, I don't have the same power that you do now." He then glances toward the blonde girl, his eyes becoming just as menacing as he shows his own vampire fangs in place of his regular teeth (So… They really are vampires. Who knew?). "Let me get a taste of hers!"

"Okay…" the girl says as she slowly backs away from the pair. "Normally I try to avoid confrontations as much as possible, but sometimes if I need to, I will not hesitate to resort to violence. Trust me, boys—that is, if you really are boys—you don't know what you're dealing with here. You're making a big mistake if you think you're gonna win this fight, coz I can promise you, you won't. I'm a born and bred soldier, so you don't wanna mess with me."

"Two against one?" Billy chuckles and shrugs at the odds.

"We'll see about that," his brother adds his own chuckle as they nod at each other in seeming confirmation before suddenly charging at the girl in the blink of an eye.

I watch as the two boys instantly attack the girl, but, surprisingly, she is much too quick for them. I notice that the boys seem to appear and disappear from view, almost like they're teleporting in and out of existence, but they are, in fact, so fast that it only appears that way to the naked eye. Despite this, somehow the girl seems to time her attacks perfectly, somehow knowing when one of them would appear and immediately punch or kick them before they know what's coming. I think about helping, evening out the odds, but it's quickly becoming apparent that the girl can handle herself just fine, her precision with her swings being spot-on, which, admittedly, greatly impresses me and makes me even a little envious toward her; clearly she had great Aikido instructors growing up, which greatly seems to rival my own (Surely, she wasn't trained by the Silence, was she?). Instead of helping her, I bring out my cellphone and take a video recording of the girl as she takes down the boys with ease, planning to use the video as proof to show Hazel that her boyfriend is, indeed, a serial killer, as well as keeping it to find out more about this mysterious kick-ass blonde girl. Mere seconds into recording, the fight ends with both boys lying unconscious around the girl's feet.

"I told you, you two wouldn't win this fight," the girl pants and sighs in satisfaction as she looks down on the boys' unconscious forms. "I swear, you dimwits never listen. Nobody ever listens. S'pose I have one of those faces." She says that last bit with disappointment and slight annoyance, and I can't help but chuckle, always thinking the exact same thing. It must be a Time Lord thing; that, or it's just a 'woman' thi

Unfortunately, and quite unexpectedly, my chuckle ends up being a little too loud as the blonde girl suddenly gasps and looks toward me, evidently seeing me recording her, and immediately flees from the scene.

"Wait!" I call out to the girl as I swiftly put my phone away and begin running after her. "I didn't mean to scare you! Come back! I want to talk to you!"

However, the girl ignores me as she keeps running. Once we exit the building and onto the main streets, I continue chasing her 'til she is lost from my sight, and apparently, I end up being unable to keep up with her, as she is much too fast even for such a petite woman, and at the same time that familiar sense of there being another Time Lord gradually disappears as well. "Fudgeknuckle!" I curse at myself for giving away my hiding place and losing the girl in the process; who knows where she'd run off to, or even who she was. So many questions I hoped to ask her…

Since I can't run after the girl, not knowing where she'd run off to, I decide to return to the abandoned building and confront the two boys, hoping to get some answers from them. From Billy, why he's betraying Hazel by pretending to be her boyfriend and appears to be on a murder-spree behind her back; and from his brother, how the hell he had survived my attack on him and how he's completely without a scratch as if he'd somehow healed himself; I mean, no human being could've survived that…

Unless he's somehow not human, and nor is Billy

However, once I return, I find them, as well as the dead body of the homeless man, completely gone, save for the massive bloodstain from the man's corpse.

Reluctantly accepting defeat, I decide to return to the apartment, bringing yet more unanswered questions with me:

Who was that blonde girl? Why was she there? What led her there in the first place? How was she strong enough—apparently, even way stronger than me—to take down Billy and his brother with such ease and win without a scratch? Why did I sense that she was another Time Lord?

Moreover, who and what were Billy and his brother? Clearly, they weren't human, judging by their inhuman super-speed and strength (then again, the same could be said for the girl) and the way they could sprout vampire fangs in place of their human teeth at will, as if they are true vampires. Could they be true vampires? Judging by this evidence, as well as the video I caught on my phone, I'm willing to bet that they are.

What is the point of Billy pretending to be Hazel's boyfriend? Could the reason be to get close to me, knowing that Hazel is best friends with me and, by extension, with a Time Lord? Could he and his family be looking to take advantage of a Time Lord's (i.e. my) powers and steal them for themselves?

How much, if anything, does Hazel know about his 'nightly routine' and his so-called 'skin condition'? Should I even tell her the truth about him and the possible fact that he could, indeed, be some kind of vampire? What would happen if Billy found out I found out his secret? What would he do if he found out I told Hazel his secret?

But the biggest question of all is:how the hell did Billy's brother survive? Absolutely no way could anyone have survived after being incinerated like he was. What could possibly have nursed him back to full health with barely a scar present?

Unfortunately, I am left with yet another sleepless night as I struggle to find the answers to these questions, which, I have a feeling, won't be answered for a really long time.


A/N: TO BE CONTINUED!

Well, there you have it, fellas. As I said, many kudos and points to who can guess who the mysterious blonde girl is. Of course, I won't actually reveal who she is for another few chapters, lol :)

Also, let me know in the comments what you think the answers to some of Nova's questions are (as listed at the end of the chapter), especially how you think Billy's brother survived (HINT: reread the previous chapter). Also let me know how you think Hazel would react if she found out her boyfriend's secret to being a 'bloodsucking psychopath' as Nova described him.

Also, for anyone wondering about the reference to the Cybermen "seemingly leaving of their own accord", that was, of course, from Danny Pink having ordered them to leave, as seen in the episode "Dark Water / Death in Heaven".

Also, for anyone wondering about the chapter title and why I titled it "Blonde Over Blood", it references the blonde girl flawlessly taking down Billy and his brother, who are, of course, bloodsuckers; therefore, it is "blonde over blood" :)

On a side note, I can't believe this is Episode 7 of the entire trilogy, meaning that I have written a total of 6 complete episodes. I'm curious to know what your favorite episode has been so far from the ones listed below and also why it's your favorite:

PART 1: BECOMING
1: An Unearthly Child (Nova's childhood) - prologue-Chapter 14
2: A Pirate's Life (Contraxia with space-pirates) - Chapters 15-21 [Chapter 22 can be considered as a one-shot between Episodes 2 and 3]
3: A Living Nightmare ('fear' episode with Paternoster Gang) - Chapters 23-33
4: 'Fall' of the Silence - Chapters 34-47

PART 2: DISCOVERING
5: Nova Who? ("what-if" episode) - Chapters 1-9
6: The Incarceration of Nova Sue (Imprisonment with Jack Harkness) - Chapters 10-14 [Chapters 15-17 are part of Episode 7]

As always, friendly reminder that kudos, comments, and favs are appreciated and will keep me motivated to post more often. I see that many of you are reading my works but not subscribing, favoriting, or commenting on them. I always encourage feedback from my readers and enjoy reading about my readers' favorite moments. I'm sure everyone has at least one favorite moment. Please, please, please share them! I would love to talk about them.

Also, friendly reminder that I tend to have a major habit of rewriting things, so be sure to check back every once in a while (maybe even reread the previous chapter or chapters) to keep up to date on any changes I may make or add.