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The Doctor stroked the rails of the TARDIS.
'D, you really did a number on my ship. I need to refuel.’ D stood tall and motionless as ever, ‘You could at least act guilty about it, you know.'
The man in black gave a wiry smile, ‘Where do you refuel a time machine?’
‘Questions! I love questions. I like it better when people talk. It means I have someone to talk to.’
‘Okay.’
‘Right, well ... '
After an explanation they arrived.
‘So this is Cardiff? D asked
The Doctor walked out the door, ‘Yeah, you coming?’
‘Are there any Vampires in this time?’
‘Vampires? I didn’t think that they existed.’
D nodded and followed the Doctor.
‘On second thought, you can’t go out dressed like that.’
D was wearing his trademark wide brimmed hat, utility belt, boots, cloak and a sword on his back. This was standard attire for someone of his profession.
‘Why?’
‘It’s a different time. I know! Just say that you’re going to a convention.’
‘A convention?’
‘Yeah, it’s kind of like a big fancy dress party. You’ll blend in fine.’
A man in brown and a man in black wondered through the busy crowds. They split up for a time and met back up outside the TARDIS.
When D returned the Doctor noted that he was carrying a paper bag.
‘Of all the places you could have explored, you went to a book shop.’
‘You don’t like shops?’
‘No! Heavens no. I love a little shop. Everything is better with a little shop. What book did you get?’
‘Did you know Brahm Stoker?’
‘I’ve never actually met him. But I know of him.’
They leaned on the blue box and watched the humans in their busy lives.
‘So, D. What did you do back on earth?’
‘I’m a hunter.’
‘A hunter. A hunter of what exactly?’
‘Vampires.’
‘You’re joking? Right?’
D looked at the Doctor and said nothing.
‘Is that why you asked about it before? Vampires. Seriously? Vampires are real? I’ve never met one before. Are they nice?’
D was silent and the Doctor felt a chill run down his spine.
He cleared his throat, ‘What are they like? Do they really drink human blood? Does silver work? Are you sure they’re not aliens? I’m asking too many questions aren’t I?’
D sighed, ‘Where do I even start?’
The Doctor smiled, ‘I’ve got time, so, at the beginning.’
‘Six thousand years ago there was a war. Nobles against Nobles, Nobles against humanity and Nobles against OSB’s.’
‘What does that stand for? O.S.B. No! Let me guess. Outlandish… scary… b, b, hmmmmmm, B. What could it be, b! Haha! Is it, b-bats? No, surely not. It’s not, is it?’
‘For heavens sake D, just tell him so he’ll shut up.’
D’s lips quirked almost into a smile, but the look was swiftly masked.
Monotone he replied, ‘Outer Space Beings.’
‘Of course! Aliens! Then what?’
‘The Nobility defeated the aliens and they continued to reign for a short time. But despite their superior technology, regenerative abilities and power it was nothing compared to the combined light of-‘
‘Humanity.’
D nodded.
‘Blimey, you couldn’t get rid of them even if you wanted to. They reach ever corner of the universe, that lot.’
‘They do?’ There was warmth, maybe even hope in D’s voice.
‘Yeah.’