i’m laughing so hard cause the first one it’s like oooo here comes sarah manning she’s so fierce
and then the 2nd one i’m like aww someone help tatiana open the dooorrr
I was giving this prompt by the lovely licieoic: Ten/Rose, vampires. When they meet, he chats her up, she doesn’t realize yet he’s a vampire. He manages to get her whole story, and she doesn’t know why she told him. He says he’s a ‘Brain Drain,’ a psychic vampire, he can make anyone tell their secrets. He feeds on the psychic energy, not blood, a special ability, like her ability as a ‘Blood Angel’ to leech blood out of pores, rather than biting anyone. He always flirts with her as they get close, she always rebuffs him since she lost someone.
Beta: the amazing kelkat9 and a special thanks to the chat ladies for listening to me whine and giving me tons of support.
It was a dark and rainy evening when he entered the bar. Not that he minded the inclement weather. There was something about booze and rain that made his hunt all the more easier, not that he needed the extra help, but he was never one to pass up a beautiful chance to feed.
He didn’t feed like most stories lead humans to believe, not that he hadn’t met a few vampires that did. He fed off of secrets. One smile, one flirty lift of his eyebrow and look into his eyes and he could have someone spilling all their secrets if he wanted them to.
Most of the time, he’d feed of the person’s secrets and leave them be. Other times, if he was feeling up to it and the girl was more than willing, it could lead to other things. For the most part though, he tended to keep to himself, never one for getting involved.
He’d expected this night to go as all the others did, smooth and without too much excitement, but then he saw her. She was sitting with a man when he walked in and his eyes were immediately drawn to the red substance flowing from the man into her. A Blood Angel, he’d heard tales of such kinds existence but they were rare and there wasn’t much information on them.
Prompt from scullywolf: I’d like to see you write some more S1 Team TARDIS, maybe when they went to Woman Wept?
At first, he’d thought that having Jack along might be a fantastic idea. He could use a distraction to keep his mind away from inappropriate thoughts of Rose Tyler, and Jack was certainly capable of making himself known.
However, the Doctor quickly realized his plan had backfired.
It wasn’t that he was jealous of the attention Rose gave the questionable Captain, of course; he was a Time Lord, above such emotions, better than some stupid ape who got all possessive when another male showed interest in his woman. Which was not to say that Rose Tyler was the Doctor’s woman. Quite the opposite, in fact, which was yet another reason the Doctor wasn’t jealous.
He was, though, worried. Yes, worried was the appropriate word.
Rose was young, so much younger than the Doctor himself. He knew well she could handle herself when it came to the sorts of people they encountered on their travels. Honestly, he quite enjoyed watching her handle herself in those situations. He worried, though, about whether she was experienced enough to handle an intergalactic flirt of Jack Harkness’s caliber.
The Doctor’s eyes narrowed as he studied the duo’s body language when they returned to the console room.
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