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Caught

AN: I do not own Doctor Who or any of the characters. I don't own you either.
Your POV
"So, basically, both of our parents are dead from getting the plague. I'm a gondola...driver, so money's a bit tight." Rory explained. You, Amy and Rory had somehow managed to get an audience with Signora Calvierri, and her son, and Rory was attempting to get you and Amy admitted into the school. From the expression on Signora Calvierri's face, you could tell that it wasn't going very well. "So, having my sisters go to your school for special people would be brilliant." Rory added. "Cheers." The son stepped forward, and studied Amy. He glanced briefly at you, and you hid slightly behind Rory. His gaze was very unnerving, and it made you feel extremely uncomfortable. He returned his attention to Amy, and questioned, "Have we met?"
"I've just got one of those faces." Rory interrupted.
"I wasn't talking to you." The son replied, approaching the three of you.
"She's got the same face!" Rory said nervously. "Which is because she's my sister!"
"Carlo, explain yourself." Signora Calvierri asked, looking at the guard that you had ran into earlier today. "Why have you brought me this imbecile?" Her son continued to circle around you and Amy like a vulture, as the guard replied,
"Signora, they have references from his Majesty, the King of Sweden."
"What?" Signora questioned. "Let me see." Rory produced The Doctor's wallet from the bag around his waist, and handed it to her. She studied it for a moment, before saying, "Well, now I see what got my steward so excited. What say you Francesco? Do you like them?" Francesco, her son, smiled menacingly at his mother. "Oh, I do, Mother.  I do." He replied coldly.
"Then we'd be delighted to accept them." Signora confirmed. "Say goodbye to your sisters." Carlo the guard began to pull Rory away, as he struggled to say goodbye. "Tell Uncle... Doctor... that we'll see him again pretty soon, OK?" Amy called after him. Rory nodded, and you added, "Don't worry about us, Rory. We'll be fine!" Rory glanced back at you, as the door slammed in front of him. You turned to Amy, suddenly realised that the pair of you were on your own.

Carlo led you and Amy into a large hallway with a tall staircase. A few girls in white nightdresses flocked around you, staring at you expressionlessly. As you climbed up the staircase, you heard a faint, feminine laugh echoing down from one of the many girls that were watching you.  You glanced at Amy. "Well, this is creepy." You commented softly. "You aren't kidding." Amy replied, as you reached the top of the staircase and entered a circular room. There were five beds, two of which had white nightdresses on the ends. "There are clothes on the bed. Get changed and wait here." Carlo explained, gesturing for the girls in the room to leave. "Blimey." Amy commented, looking up at the intricately decorated ceiling. "So this is private education, then?"
"It's beautiful." You replied. "Creepy as hell, but beautiful." Amy nodded in agreement, as you picked up the nightdress on the end of one of the beds. You quickly got changed out of the dress that Guido had given you, and into the nightdress. As you did so, Amy approached the only remaining girl in the room. "Hello. I'm Amy, and this is Y/N." Amy said politely. You smiled at the girl, as Amy asked, "What's your name?"
"Isabella." The girl answered, not turning around to face you. So this was Guido's daughter that he was so desperate to get out of here? Amy looked at the doorway, checking that the three of us were alone and would not be disturbed. "We're going to get you out of here, but I need you to tell us what's going on. What is this place? What are they doing?" She questioned, sitting down beside Isabella.
"They, um... they come at night." Isabella answered, as if she was unsure of her answer. "They gather around my bed and they take me to a room with this green light, and a chair... with straps as if for a surgeon."
"What happens in there?" Amy asked. Isabella shook her head.
"I wake up here." She replied. "And the sunlight burns my skin like candle wax." You sighed, realising that it was probably too late for her to escape. Whatever the Calvierri's did to these girls, Isabella was already far too gone. You hoped that The Doctor could find some way to reverse what had happened to these poor girls. You were disturbed out of your thoughts by the sound of a bell tolling. Amy turned to face you, as you realised what that meant. It was time to begin the plan. You lit a lantern, while Amy also got changed. Leaving Isabella behind you, the pair of you snuck out of your room, and crept down the stairs. The sinister girls had thankfully disappeared, which meant it was very easy for you and Amy to make your way down to the basement. Glancing over your shoulder constantly, you and Amy approached the trapdoor.  You thought for a moment, wondering what The Doctor's plan was exactly. Although you may not admit it, you worried a lot about him. After all, all you wanted was for him to be safe. "You alright?" Amy whispered, placing the lantern down on the trapdoor. You nodded.
"I'm just worried, you know. What exactly is The Doctor planning to do once he's in here? Just investigate?" You replied. Amy softly smiled at you. "Wow, you really do care about him, don't you?" She said gently. You didn't reply, and instead, pulled at the latches on the trapdoor.
"It's complicated." You eventually said, as the latch gave way. "I think I love him, but I know I'm not exactly the first, am I? And we already know that I'm not the last." Amy weakly nodded.
"Maybe when we get out of here, you should tell him that." She said, picking back the lantern. "Come on." You nodded, and went to follow her out of the room. Only you found your path blocked by Carlo. Amy screamed, dropping the lantern. You were suspended in darkness, as you felt someone grab you and pull you out of the room. You kicked, and tried to scream for help, but found it to be no use. You had been caught. You just hoped that you and Amy could figure a way out before you joined the vampires of Venice.
AN: And I'm going to end it there! Thank you for reading; I hope you enjoyed! I'll see you in the next chapter!