DARK HOLIDAY
CHAPTER FIVE
Donna’s prone body lay slumped on the settee, and the young couple watched as the Doctor’s eyes fluttered, then closed. Mr. and Mrs. Williams smiled at each other. Mrs. Williams held out her hand, and her husband slipped what appeared to be a drinks straw into it. Smiling with eagerness, she leaned over the Doctor and rolled his head to one side, exposing his neck.
Mr. Williams, who was dressed in country attire, trying to blend in with the locals, casually looked out the window. He spied the distant figure of the local constable, pedaling up the dirt track leading to the cottage. “Blast! That’s all we need.” He muttered. His young wife turned and gave him a questioning look. “What is it, dear?” He gestured towards the window. “Constable James is paying us a visit, it seems, my dear.” Rather than seeming worried, she merely smirked and shrugged, “Well, what’s one more for supper? You did say you were hungry, dear.”
Mr. Williams frowned. “But, he’s local dear, not some ne’er do well or a stranger, that no one will ever miss.” She frowned, “We’re here on our honeymoon, dear. That nice young couple down at the cottage, that’s how everyone sees us. We’re above suspicion. Trust me, they’ll think some wandering gypsy or escaped convict got him.” Pausing, she smiled sweetly at him, and said blithely, “Don’t worry, my sweet. We can tell them that we saw some suspicious stranger lurking around our back garden, and who’s to say we didn’t? Now relax, we’ve nothing to fear.” So saying, she leaned over the Doctor, adjusted his neck angle again, and bore down on him with the tube she held in her hand.
The Doctor’s finger came up, and pressed against the end of the straw. Opening his eyes, he looked up into her shocked face and smiled genially…but with a coldness behind his gaze. “I think one bite from a plasmavore is enough for ten lifetimes, thanks.” Mr. Williams gave a startled gasp, and his wife backed away from the Doctor, alarmed. The Doctor quickly stood, cold and irresolute. Sparring a quick glance at Donna, his features changed for just a second, a flicker of worry and guilt flittering breifly across his face, before the steely veil of a Time Lord’s anger returned to his eyes.
Mrs. Williams quickly tried to re-gain her composure. “We can still have our little tea-time snack, there’s two of us, and only one of you.” The Doctor merely raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I can count, thanks. Very good at numbers, me. For instance, I know that It would take exactly three-hundred and seventy-eight miligrams of powdered gloschstock weed, to put me into even a light snooze. And, if my tatste buds were right…and they always are, because, well, I’m…me. Anyway,” he lurched on, “there were only twenty-four miligrams in that tea, which wouldn’t even cause me to crack a yawn, I’m afraid…mind you, I don’t half mind the taste. I used to put it in my tea all the time, back home on Galifrey…better than sugar, that. However,” He ceased his levity as anger tightened his features once more, “my friend Donna is susceptible to its effects. And that, makes me very, very angry. A whole lorry load of angry. And trust me, you reaallly don’t want a ticked off Time Lord on your hands.”
The young man gasped. “A Time Lord!” The couple exchanged fearful glances. The Doctor merely nodded. “Yes, and I’m giving you one warning, it’s all your going to get. You’ve already taken one life–that I know of. Get out, leave this planet and go somewhere else, preferably,” he said as he eyed them with unconceiled disgust, “somewhere where I’ll never see you again, and where you can’t harm any more humans.” Mr. Williams nodded as if he suddenly understood. He looked at his wife. “Oh, dear. I believe we’ve harmed his pet, you know how attached some people can get to their pets.” The Doctor’s eyes flashed indignantly, “She not my ‘pet,’” he growled, “she’s my FRIEND. A brilliant friend, one of the best I’ve ever had, and…” he stopped, looking down at the floor and clenching his fists, his chest heaving.
Wthout warning, the woman grabbed a nearby heavy vase and swung it at the Doctor’s head. “We’re not going anywhere, you are…to wherever it is Time Lord’s go when they die!”
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