(11/Clara Doctor Who) Shadows of a ghost

Clara

"Boo!" 

He turned around to the well known female voice, relaxing an inch. It was Clara, she was safe, she was at his side now so all was fine, fine as in a small amount.

"Don't you dare scare me like that ever again!" he sighed, bringing her into a suffocating hug. 

Her eyes glowed a devil red as she pushed her chin against his shoulder and her smirk grew wide each time she clawed his back with her sharp dirty nails. He didn't notice the light killing behind him though, he was too focused in what he had just received.

"Come on, we better get moving" he murmured

She retrieved her way back to her brown coated eyes, as they slipped away from their embrace.

"Wait" she bought her hand up to his wrist and held it tight, maybe his blood circulation would had stopped if it was any damn tighter

"What?"

"Let's stay"

"Clara we have t-"

He watched as her eyes flickered blank white, there was black liquid bursting out from the waterline which trickled down her cheek and collapsed over her lips, the lips she shared a gruesome smile with.

He cringed at that, struggling his way out of her grip.

She pressed her self on to him, so close that she could count how many eyelashes stood.

"Let's stay...Doctor" she whispered against his face with blood spitting out of her mouth and on to him each time she spoke.

His hearts thrummed heavily against his chest and she heard the tap of the sonic tumbling down away from his grasp, it all just made her push a smirk on her face.

"Let's stay and play Doctor" a child like voice kicked in as she poked out a knife from her back, blood darted it's way downwards and leaped its way across her cut knuckles.