Words (Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Chapter 11: Vampires of Venice

(* Another Author's Note, but not as important as the last*)

The room was large and spacious, heavy velvet drapes hanging over ornate windows. The beds were all wooden and four-posted. The only empty bed was one by the window, my feet slapping against the cold stone floor.

One by one, after I passed each girl, they would turn towards me, their eyes wide and dark, sharp teeth visible poking out of their lips.

I shuddered, picking up my pace to the bed, the covers heavy and stifling. At the foot of the bed was a white dress, a covering over the top of it, cascading down the side of the bed.

Quietly I slipped it on, it covering my curves completely. I looked like a piece of paper, with no figure to my body whatsoever. On the other girls it seemed to compliment their bodies, flowing beautifully.

All of their hair was dark brown, or blonde, no red heads, no light brown. Their long locks fell to their waist, curling slightly. Their skin was unnaturally pale, almost a shade of yellow, like an old page from an old book.

I breathed in sharply, clutching my head between my hands, noticing the other girls were looking at me strangely.

"Hello? Are you alright?" A voice spoke up, soft and dainty.

"I'm fine." I groaned, raising my eyes to find a colored girl, her hair cascading like a beautiful waterfall down her back, the white dress complementing her skin tone nicely.

"I'm Isabella. And you are?"

"Tessa. Your dad is worried about you."

"Ah Tessa, I know. It breaks my heart."

"Isabella, what's going on here?"

"I really don't know. Every night, they come and take us down to the basement, with green lights and everything. Afterwards, I remember next to nothing, but we've changed, the sunlight hurts, burns my skin like candle wax." Isabella explained, plopping down next to me on the firm bed.

"Most of the girls don't speak afterwards. They say nothing. Quiet, all the time. Silence falling." She continues, shuddering.

"Isabella, I addressed Signora Calvierri in French, yet she responded like she knew it fluently, addressing me as 'mademoiselle'. Do you learn language here?"

"No, not really. We don't even really learn, we walk around, wandering the halls, sometimes taking strolls outside, but in silence."

Suddenly, a few of the girls quickly stood up, fluently and as one.

"Isabella-"

"I have no idea."

They began to stride towards to door, their feet silent.

"I'm following, be careful. Something fishy is going on here."

"Same to you Tessa, tread carefully." I nodded my thanks, following the other girls down the halls, leading to a small chamber with a mirror.

The imbecilic Doctor was in front of it, adjusting his already ridiculous hair style.

"Hello, handsome." He grins, straightening his bow tie.

"Who are you?" The other five girls speak as one, their eyes sharpening. The Doctor squeaks, spinning back around, his hands up protectively.

Quickly he regains his composure, looking back at the mirror to see that we weren't there, we weren't reflecting in the glass.

Perception filter in the dress. I thought, glancing down at the white gown.

"How are you doing that? I am loving it. You're like Houdini, only six slightly scary girls, and he was shorter. Will be shorter. I'm rambling." The Doctor admitted, his curious gaze landing on me.