Unrepentant | DOCTOR WHO [ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]

thirty three | victory of the daleks

Six months later

For the past one-hundred and seventy-two days, Annabelle had only been doing one of two things.

The first being her going around and killing however many people that she wanted as a way to try and take her mind off of the fact that the Doctor was gone, and she could never see him again– now that he'd been dead for the past six months now.

The second being her going out of her way to keep tabs on her half-brother and– whenever he wasn't around the coffins that he liked to cart her other siblings inside of– open up the coffin of her twin brother and talk to him about the adventures that she had with her good friend, the Doctor.

She told him about her encounters with the Judoon, the Carrionites, the Cult of Skaro, the Weeping Angels, the Master and the many months in which he tortured her before he was shot and killed by his human wife, the Pyroviles, the Ood and their song that literally brought her to tears, the Sontarans and their attempt of making Earth a cloning planet, the Doctor gaining and losing a daughter as a result of a machine that was used to make soldiers against a species called the Hath, a Vespiform that could transform between being a man and a wasp, the Vashta Nerada that could turn anything with meat on it into nothing more than bones in not even a second, the mysterious creature that nearly got the Doctor killed after stealing his voice, Davros and the Daleks in their attempt of making it so that they're the only remaining species left in the universe, the CyberKing, the return of the Master and her being forced to be tortured by him once more, and the Doctor's death.

And those were only things that truly affected her in some way.

She didn't consider the other things that she'd seen to be at all that important to her.

And despite knowing that Kol had been daggered for the past ninety-six years and couldn't hear a single word that she was saying about the adventures that she had with the Doctor and his companions, she couldn't help herself but to tell him everything that had happened since the last time that they saw one another face-to-face– merely one hour before her father had found her and boasted to her about how he'd killed her former lover William Kelly and the fact that William had died screaming.

And that was all before– in Annabelle's moment of grief– her father had taken it upon himself to try and kill her at that exact moment, only for Klaus and Elijah to intervene and snap Mikael's neck before daggering Annabelle and taking her with them.

And although it had been over three-hundred years since she truly had even the slightest bit of a face-to-face conversation with her twin brother, she still found comfort in talking to him about the things that had happened since the moment she snapped Klaus's neck and fled from New Orleans in the year 1718– two-hundred and eighty-nine years prior to her first encounter with the Judoon.

After all, how could she not?

Kol had been the only member of her family that had truly been there for when she needed him the most during their long lives.