The Return of the Time Lady- Sequel to the Seer

Chapter Eight: The Sacrifice for Her

Chapter Eight: The Sacrifice for Her

*The Master's POV*

After I knocked the Doctor and his companions out, I asked the TARDIS to track her. The machine complied, and soon we were flying through the Vortex to God-Knows-Where, and I could only hope that the Seer would be alright when I got there.

I didn't bother with the brakes, I was too worried. What if she's dead, a little voice hissed. What if she's dead, and you don't know if she still loved you?

I ignored the voice and threw open the door. I was in some sort of warehouse, with a worn-down look that filled me with dread, although I didn't quite know why. As I glanced around I realized that I knew what this place was. It was the abandoned warehouse that the Seer and I had been resurrected in. Why would Tren, or the Necromancer, or whatever, take her here?

Of course, I thought, realization dawning on me. It was Tren that brought us back to life. But why?

I didn't know the answer, so I decided to explore a little, and search for my wife. She could be anywhere, and her time was limited. I locked the TARDIS door and walked around for a bit, searching every room, and growing more and more distressed with every minute. What if when I found her, her body was already dead? Then my sacrifice would come too late.

Just as I had about given hope, I opened one of the last doors and saw my wife sitting, dazed, in a chair. She looked at me, and I knew that her soul had gone again. "Who are you? Are you here to rescue me?" She asked in a wavering voice.

"Yes." I said firmly, forcing back the tears that were smarting in my eyes. "Where's the one who's holding you captive?"

Trellya opened her mouth to reply, but her face turned pasty white as she looked over my shoulder. I whipped around and saw a man, fairly young, with slicked back black hair, dark eyes, and a devilish smile that chilled me to the bone.

"That would be me." He said in a slightly sing-song voice. "Tell me, Koschei..." He fingered something hanging around his neck. "How much would you give..." His smile darkened. "...to get your wife back?"

I swallowed hard, and tried not to send a meaningful glance at Trellya. She wasn't my Trellya anymore. I had to do this. "I would give anything." I said, staring the insane man straight in the eyes. I found that I could relate to him. Both of us had gone mad, both of us needed love to control us. But unlike me, Tren had never had any.

"Even your own soul?"

I heard Trellya gasp. I wanted to turn around and kiss her, to say I loved her, and that she should stay safe, but she wouldn't understand. She'd only get frightened. "Yes." I whispered, lowering my gaze, tears beginning to seep through my lashes.

The Necromancer laughed hysterically, his face alight with glee. Then it darkened, and he stepped closer until he was inches away. He pulled a pocket watch, an empty golden pocket watch, out of his pocket. "Then give it." He snarled, and began to chant.

I didn't understand what he was saying, the pain of having my soul ripped from my body was excruciating. After he stopped chanting, I was on the ground, my soul loose in my body. Once the Necromancer placed my watch on my chest, I would be gone.