[DISCONTINUED] Hazel Eyes - DW Fanfic

Chapter Eight - The Wolves

Then, with all the strength she could muster she closed the knife, pulled on her coat and put the knife, clenched in her fist, in the pocket. She kept her head down as she hurried down the hall and into the elevator. That was the worst part, the waiting in the elevator as it slowly descended, unknowing and uncaring about its occupant's near panic. As soon as it dinged she walked, trying to compose herself and keep from breaking into a run, through the lobby and out the door.

As soon as she left the threshold and stepped from the smooth black marble of the lobby onto the smooth cement of the sidewalk, she began to a run. She had only made it perhaps one hundred feet from the doorway when she was shaken by another pulse of dark energy coming from her hand. Her vision was streaked, this time with his face. However, this new bout of darkness, not as strong as the earlier ones, only fueled her. Egging her on. She ran faster, her fingers closing more tightly around the knife in her pocket.

She wasn't running anymore. Forget run, this was a full out sprint. This was the home stretch before the finish line. This was running for her life. This was running to breathe. This was running to stay ahead of the dark pack of hellhounds that haunted her. This was forgetting the physical boundaries that had always constricted her. This was running to die.

She reached the grove of trees where she and Xander had been a week earlier. For a minute she just stood there. The sunniness of this morning had been overwhelmed by rolling clouds. The wind whipped through the trees, whistling and cold. Rose pulled out the knife and flipped it open.

She had no more tears to cry.

She was past crying.

She stabbed the knife into the trunk of one of one particularly gnarled old tree. She was so done. She didn't even know how to deal with being this done. She braced herself and pushed the knife in as far as it would go. Until all but the hilt (was it called a hilt on a folding knife?) was embedded in the soft wood of the tree. Then she yanked it out.

She brought the blade down on the wood again. This time not going for depth. She ran the blade of the wood multiple times. She bit the inside of her lip, the dark feeling lapping on her conscious like waves. She dug the blade in making deep gashes. The gashes linked to form a letter. F. She pushed the knife in again and again. Six foot white caps pounded against her sanity. U. She could taste a little blood in her mouth. C. She drove the blade into the tree and pulled it out, poised to strike again...

The knife slipped from her hand.

Rose stood, paralyzed. On the outside, she was still. Not a muscle moved. She was just another part of the steel sky and solemn trees. On the inside, she was a battlefield. She was in space, gasping for air, without any ability to move, to control herself. She could feel him. His arms wrapping around her. She began to shake. She wanted him so bad. She could feel herself drowning. Drowning in the storm. She could feel the riptides pulling at her. Pulling her under. He shifted so his presence was now around her shoulders. He was holding her to him. Her vision flickered. A breath hitched in her throat. It hurt so much she wanted him. The riptides pulled her under. She was sucked into a black hole. The storm clouds were upon her, in lightning and thunder and rage.

And then, suddenly she broke through. And she was being pressed next to him. Her Doctor.It was more than a feeling or a presence. He was here. His arm was around her. Holding her back against a wall of sorts in the strange room of white. She could feel the thick tweed. She needed him.

She quickly twisted one hand around the collar of his shirt so his head snapped towards hers. Those eyes. This was her Doctor. This was the...

"New new new Doctor." She whispered before throwing her arms over his shoulders and closing the space between them.

Every. Single. Moment. Came. Back. Every time she had stared at him. Dreamed of this. Every time he had held her hand leading her out into some new world. Like a surprise party. Rushing in, swirling around her in a melancholy carousel. Full of bright lights and colors. Reds and golds and starry blues. Jewels, diamonds, and mirrors studding the faux horses, their paint wearing thin from age. Spectacular.

And then there was this moment. This very moment. When things seemed crystal clear. Except nothing can stay this perfect for long. The eye of the storm is only so wide. She could feel the darkness closing on her. The hounds circling her. She had nowhere to run. His lips parted and she kissed him with renewed fervor. Her time was limited. As the darkness inched closer she held on tighter. Her fingers found themselves matted in his hair. This was good. This was the first good in a long time.

The wolves lunged forward.

Author's Note: Sorry its a long time between chapters, no wifi. I'm posting this from Starbucks \(^.^)/. And if you didn't get this chapter, its Rose breaking through into Ayaria's body momentarily cause the Doctor picked her up (as seen from his perspective in chapter five) and kissing him. Hehe. Anyway, love you all! Read, comment and vote please - writer whom has written these words