The Changing Man (Doctor Who Fan Story)

Chapter 10

AUTHORS NOTE:

Ok back to first person with Ashly! Feel free to comment/vote/fan! :D

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CHAPTER 10

The last thing that I remember before drifting back into the inky depths was the Master saving me for a millionth time and his face staring down at me as he tried to order me to go sleep. I also remembered a great big feathered wing covering me, i didn't know how it got there but i felt safe, safer than i have felt in years. I then started to dream, bright colourful images of flying and jumping into the open sky, running and never feeling tired, smelling new scents that i thought was possible, tracking prey... Bloodthirsty... So hungry... The blood calls to me.

So warm and comfy, the pillows and the quilt felt soft as clouds. Stretching, i rolled onto my side, curling into a small ball, preserving the moment of being alive and utterly comfy. From somewhere in the room, someone shifted, their breathing unusually loud and their hearts pounding a calm, rhythmic beat. Strange, my hearing has improved. I inhaled deeply, dust and lavender were present but was over ridden with the sweet smells of honey, apple and freshly mown grass. These mixtures of scents were familiar, as though it belonged to someone i know. The person in the room. Wait, there was something else, a scent that made my throat burn and my stomach growl, but I couldn't quite make out what it was. The person shifted again. Yet more scents of honey, apple and grass buffeted my face, it was so refreshing and delicious. Carefully, I opened my eyes a crack, then snapped them shut as the haunting images of the lab flashed in my mind. The mechanical arms, the dark room, the kiss that melted my hearts and the Master saving me over and over again. He also saved my family and companions, for me. The small voice in my mind shook her head sadly and whispered "For a reward that you promised him. Tell me, would you do whatever he requests?" That got me. The thing is, I don't know anything about him and cannot even attempt to guess what he wants, but... "I will try" i answered the voice.

I opened my eyes again, he was still there. The Master was sprawled out on the white sofa opposite the bed, he had his arm curled underneath his head like a pillow and his feet dangled over the edge as the sofa was only a two seater. I realised then that the Master was awake and staring at me with eyes the colour of pure honey instead of the hungry charcoal coloured eyes that i saw before in the dark room. As our eyes locked, a sudden urge to run and shy away washed through me, but a large part inside of me felt secure and comforted, I knew that the Master would not harm me ever again so I stayed put, wrapped in the confines of the white quilt cover and blue throw. We kept on staring at each other, feeling more relaxed by the minute, our eyes never straying. On the edge of my subconsciousness, i felt him, his aura of thoughts and feelings; it felt natural to do this so i did not question it. For some odd reason I wanted him to be closer, close enough to touch and smell that delicious scent of his, wondering how he smelt like that in the first place, maybe he hangs round bee hives or goes Cadbury world on a daily basis while rolling around on some sweet apple grass, so many possible answers yet all seemed unlikely.

("It's called shampoo.")

His mental voice tore through my giant-thought-tangent, instantly silencing me as i felt shock and embarrassment wash over me in waves, my mouth opened with an audible pop and my cheeks flushed a crimson red. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He can hear every word I think and here I am wondering about his smell! There was no escape from his, what I can only describe as, his amused gaze so i quickly rolled on my front, burying my face in the pillow and pulling the quilt over my head. It even smelled like him. STOP!

I heard a deep throaty chuckle and then i heard him get up and walk slowly over next to the bed, his steps slow and measured, the air stirred announcing his presence just a few centimetres away from me. I bit my lip, anticipating what he would do next, quickly I paid attention to his thoughts, and my blood left my face. Within moments of seeing his thoughts, i tried to react but was too late. The bed sank as he perched on the mattress and the quilt was pulled swiftly off from me and thrown onto the floor, then i felt strong and confident hands grip my upper arms and quickly turned me over until I lay on my back, utterly helpless and squirming under his amused stare.