Starcrossed (A Doctor Who Fanfiction) Book Two

The Daemons Part 4

The Master hadn't been totally surprised to see Beatrice. He knew that summoning Azal would draw the attention of the Doctor and consequently Beatrice. 

Her disapproval of his plan was also to be expected as well as slightly amusing. She could be quite entertaining at times. It was part of why he enjoyed her company so much. 

His suggestion for her to get some rest had been genuine. The poor woman looked exhausted, which was unsurprising given how little sleep she had apparently gotten.

It was also felt slightly odd to have her worrying for him. It had been centuries since anyone else cared what happened to him. Well, with perhaps the exception of the Doctor and his foolish faith that one day the Master might change.  Speaking of the Doctor, he needed to find a way to keep the Doctor off his tail for the moment.

He closed his eyes and muttered an incantation. Azal had temporarily passed on a very small part of his power to the Master. Combining that with his telepathy and he was able to bring one of the stone gargoyles to life and control it. 

The Master sent a message to the gargoyle, ordering it to find and attack the Doctor. Though not to kill him. The Master went to the window and looked out in the distance he saw the small form of the gargoyle moving. 

Confident that his distraction would work, the Master moved to call Winstanley who was the Squire of the village. He needed to make sure he had control of this village and Winstanley was the perfect person to call the meeting.

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He had just completed the call when he sensed something was wrong with the gargoyle. It was as if it was being driven off by something. The Master closed his eyes and urged the gargoyle on but it refused. Through his connection to the gargoyle, the Master was vaguely aware of the Doctor saying some gibberish in Venusian. 

"Why do you not attack? It's just some ridiculous mumbo jumbo!" he muttered. The gargoyle still refused to attack. "Fine! Return then." The Master sighed minions could be rather annoying at times. The door to the vicarage opened and Winstanley walked in.

"You said you had something to talk about?" the man asked.

"Yes, there is an emergency. As Squire, you need to call a village meeting."

"You may be the Vicar but I'll advise you not to take that tone with me," argued Winstanley. 

"A man of spirit I see," said the Master unphased. He removed his glasses and looked Winstanley directly in the eyes. "I am the Master. I control great power and you too can share in my triumph. All you have to do is obey," the man began to fall under the Master's hypnosis though not quite as fully as the Master would have liked.

"You control what power?" the man asked in a slightly dreamlike tone.

"I control the forces that have been released in Devils End," said the Master. Winstanley seemed to be fighting the hypnosis and looked unconvinced.

Is everyone in this damn village able to resist hypnosis! The Master thought to himself in annoyance.

He summoned a great wind which blew open the door and knocked over a flower pot. Winstanley looked intimidated.

"Fi...Fine! I'll do whatever you say," he stuttered and left to call the meeting. The Master smirked.

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The Master looked out the window and saw several villagers heading towards the vicarage. He headed to his TARDIS and made his way to Beatrice's room and couldn't help the soft smile that came to his face as he saw her. She was resting peacefully, a gentle smile on her face. Her red hair was spread out on the pillow like a fiery halo.