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The Bringer of Death

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This story is No. 16 in the series "Adventures of A Line Hopper". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: When a sadistic vampire gang gets their hands on the Doctor, it's up to Buffy, the Slayers, and some of the Doctor's other friends to rescue him. But can they reach him before the world ends? Or will the vampires succeed in breaking him? Whump.

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Dr. Who/Torchwood > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: The DoctorShoshiFR1838111,80124915,02516 Jan 1326 Feb 13Yes

Chapter Sixteen

Author's Note: I feel kind of bad about the end of this chapter. So... sorry.

(In my defense, it was the Buffy series that said that Slayer blood was a vampire aphrodisiac! If Slayers and Time Lords are related...)

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"The spy — it's Robin Wood," said Buffy, as she shut and locked the door to her office. Her soundproof office. And tried not to let any of her inner feelings and emotions about Wood being — actually — dead and gone and vampirized come through. "Got to be. He never comes close to the TARDIS. No matter what. And he's been threatening to get the Doctor alone since he first heard I knew him." She turned back to Jack. "I guess Faith's going to be in for a shock."

"Faith," Jack mused. "Girlfriend?"

Buffy nodded.

Jack got a mischievous smile on his face. "Sleeping with a vampire," he said. "Kinky stuff. Now that's something I'd definitely like to—"

"Jack," Buffy warned.

Jack stopped, giving a sheepishly charming smile. "Whatever the lady wants."

Buffy gave him a hard stare that showed that she really didn't think this was a smiling matter. Not even remotely.

"There's always the possibility that Wood's sired Faith, too," she continued. "But I doubt it. If he's smart, he'll just lay low, make sure no one's suspicious of him. When the Doctor shows up, Wood will make it look like he's doing exactly the same thing he did with Spike — except, this time, when he gets the Doctor alone with him, the other vampires will show up, drag him away, and the Doctor will be back to square one."

"We could always kill…" Jack stopped. "I mean, we could find a way to… stop Wood."

Buffy stepped away from the door. "I'm not the Doctor," she said. "If you can find a way to kill Wood, I'd be happy to let you."

Jack caught Buffy's words. And recognized the problem. Just as Dawn had told him. "You don't know how to get rid of these… TBVs."

"As I said," Buffy replied. "We're defenseless." She went over to her desk. "But at least we know who the spy is. We can use that." She stopped, by her desk, picking up a piece of paper, and examining it. A frown spreading across her face. "Friends close. Enemies closer. That kind of thing."

Jack ventured forwards, and peered over her shoulder. Buffy snatched the paper away, but not before Jack caught the words printed upon its surface. A message from Dawn.


Army says: Finn's delayed. Still coming.


"Finn," Jack said. And, noticing the look Buffy was desperately trying to hide from her face, asked, "Enemy of yours?"

"Ex-boyfriend," Buffy corrected, shoving the paper into a drawer. She stared at the drawer handle, a moment longer, then slammed it shut. "And, no. He left me." She paused. "I think."

Jack shot Buffy a smile. "Gotta love exes," he said, dropping into a nearby chair. "You know, there was this one time, on the planet Paltropa. I ran into—"

Buffy gave Jack a hard glare. "Not in the mood, Jack." She bunched her hands into fists. "Not now."

Jack looked Buffy over, carefully. "Finn," he repeated. "Finn. Finn." He shook his head. "Nope. Never heard of him."

Buffy said nothing.

Jack leaned forwards, and in a far softer voice, "Wanna tell me what happened?"

"Nothing happened," Buffy snapped. Not even looking at him. "Nothing at all."

"Yeah," said Jack. "Nothing at all. That's why your hands shake every time you hear his name."

Buffy looked down at her trembling hands, and tried to still them.

"Everyone gets scared, sometimes," Jack pointed out. "Nasty breakups can be like that."

Buffy turned, giving Jack a stare that hid a string of smothered emotions. "I'm never scared," she said, "about the past." She looked away. "I'm too busy worrying about the future."



The vampires all gave Razor the same angry glare, as he walked into the room. And sat down at the head of the conference table, where all the others were already gathered.

"Okay," he admitted to them. "So I miscalculated."

No answer. Just the same angry stares.

"We have further to go before we break him," Razor continued. "That doesn't alter our plans."

"Joe," said Leandra, softly, "is dead."

"And the Time Lord has paid for that," Razor said. "His humans died, horribly. In front of him. Their son…"

"Joe is dead!" Leandra shouted. She jumped to her feet. "Don't you get that? Joe! One of the first to drink the blood! One of our inner circle. He's dead! Dead!"

Razor's eyes narrowed. "That changes nothing."

"It changes everything," Oliver chimed in. "You said we'd be invincible. You said nothing and no one would ever be able to kill us."

"We have raided countless towns, and none have defied us," Razor replied. "We are indestructible. We must be. No one can kill us!"

"The Time Lord sure managed it easily enough!" Leandra said.

Razor didn't answer.

"Leandra's right — we all saw what happened," said Ed. "The Time Lord killed Joe in two seconds. And if it hadn't been for that psychic bubble, keeping him trapped, he'd have killed the rest of us, too."

"And you just let him!" Leandra continued shouting at Razor. "You just let him loose to play your stupid little game, because he made you feel all powerless and unimportant, and you wanted to prove him wrong!"

Razor glared at Leandra.

"What were you expecting?" Leandra snapped. "That he was going to follow one of your 'choices'? You've read the UNIT files! You've heard the legends! That man is dangerous!"

"I can control him," Razor said, his voice low, edgy, and — not as convincing as it should have been. He growled. "I will control him."

A grumble resounded across the room. As the vampires surrounding him lost their confidence.

"I've broken all the others!" Razor insisted. "I can break him!"

"Don't you get it?!" Leandra screamed at him. "The Time Lord doesn't break! He never breaks! Whatever we do to him, whatever we throw at him, he'll never, ever break!"

Razor glared at her. At all of them. His anger simmering through his countenance. His outrage billowing out through his body.

Then he stood up, turned, and went towards the door. "Five minutes," he said.

Leandra stepped forwards, her mouth open, about to shout at him again, but this time, he got in first.

"Five minutes!" Razor shouted. "Five minutes alone with that Time Lord, and he'll be nothing more than the sniveling, worthless creature that he is!"

Then a bang, as Razor slammed the door behind him.

The vampires sat, and waited. As they heard the defiant protests and verbal jabs that had to be their prisoner's, smothered by Razor's muffled yet audible rage. Echoing back through the door. Then the sounds of shouting, violence. A chorus of outrage and shouts and smacks and bumps and jolts. And then… silence.

"Well," said Ed. "He's gone. Who's the next leader?"

Leandra opened her mouth to speak, but then they heard a sound they never thought they'd ever hear. It was… a desperate voice. A pleading voice. A frightened voice.

The voice of their prisoner.

And Razor's cruel laughter.

Every vampire in the room looked at one another, then rose and ran out the door, towards the area where their prisoner was being kept. And they stopped, and stared at the sight.

The once proud Time Lord, looking… quite a bit worse for wear. Physically. Mostly undressed. Ruffled and rumpled and gunky and filthy.

But emotionally!

His eyes were wide and frightened, his entire body was shaking, and he was pleading, pleading for them to leave him alone, to get away from him, to stop.

Razor stood over the prisoner, a smile on his face.

"One broken Time Lord," Razor announced, zipping up his fly.
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