Starcrossed (A Doctor Who Fanfiction) Book Two

The Daemons Part 3

The Master was wearing a suit with a Vicar's collar and thick-rimmed glasses. The idea of the Master as a vicar was so ridiculous Beatrice could not help herself. 

 "Beatrice, what a surprise," said the Master looking slightly amused. 

 "Gods, are you trying to go for the most ridiculous costume of the year? You look absolutely absurd," she said as she finally got herself under control. 

 "It is called a disguise for a reason my dear." Beatrice shook her head in exasperation. "Now what are you doing here?" asked the Master. Beatrice's face turned serious. She crossed her arms. 

 "I'm here because I saw a certain someone performing a satanic ritual." 

 "Ah, I see," said the Master.

 "And judging from the giant hoof prints that were found you went and summoned the Dunwich Horror. What. The. Actual. Bloody. Hell!" 

 "I assure you it is all part of a plan."

 "Part of a plan my ass. You do not go around summoning demons! Are crazy? This is going to backfire on you, people will get hurt, and you'll end up in a cell somewhere!" She stopped to draw breath. The Master stepped forward and took her hands. 

 "Finished ranting now?" he asked. She sighed she was getting the same warm feeling in her chest she always felt when he was near. 

 "Yes, I am," she said. She stood up on her toes and gently removed the glasses. "There. Now you look slightly less ridiculous." He gave her a small smile before leaning down to kiss her. She returned it. 

Once they broke the kiss, Beatrice leaned against him. He brought his arms around her and held her close. "I'm just worried. Raising demons isn't exactly safe. Not to mention I don't want anyone to get hurt. Particularly you." 

 "Your concern is touching my dear. But relatively unwarranted," he said looking her in the eyes. "This is hardly the most dangerous situation I've been in. Not to mention that everything is going according to plan."

 "Yes, but for how long? UNIT and the Doctor will catch up to you like they always do," she reminded him. 

 "Your faith in me is overwelming," said the Master dryly. Beatrice smiled playfully.

 "Oh, hush you. I'm simply saying that you don't exactly have the best track record."

 "Maybe not. But it is enjoyable to match wits with the Doctor. I do think he will find this latest plan rather interesting if nothing else." Beatrice rolled her eyes. 

 "Just please tell me I'm not the virgin sacrifice in this whole production," she quipped sarcasticly. The Master chuckled.

 "Heavens no. I assure you, you are the last person I would think of sacrificing," Beatrice gave a little laugh.

 "Gee, thanks."

 "Now, I must ask what you have done since witnessing my little ritual?" he asked. 

 "What do you mean?" she asked innocently. Beatrice suspected that she knew what he was asking. She wouldn't lie to him. But she wasn't going to make it easy. The Master gave her a look that showed he clearly didn't believe her.

 "My dear, you are a woman of beyond reasonable intelligence. I know you well enough to know that you would not have come to confront me without first helping UNIT." 

 "You do know me well. I may have sent a letter to the Doctor, explaining what I saw and suspected," she said unapologetically. The Master sighed.