An Original Vampire's Guide to the Universe (Rewrite)

Runaway Bride

Then...

"Are you alright?" she murmured, wrapping her arms around the Doctor's waist from behind after setting down the bag.

The Doctor stared at the console for a moment before he nodded slowly "I think so. Or I will be."

"I'm glad that you allowed me to stay, by the way," she sighed, releasing him to take a drink from the bag.

"I'm sorry about that, Ty," the Doctor mumbled, scratching the back of his head "I really should have known better. Being the only one of your kind is..."

"Don't," Tyra shook her head "You don't have to say it. And you're forgiven."

The Doctor took a deep breath, steeling his nerves "Tyra? I..." He froze when a flash of white caught his attention. Oh, come on... Not again "What?"

Tyra blinked at the Doctor in confusion "What what?" She followed his gaze and snorted at the woman standing there.

"What?" the Doctor repeated.

The red-haired woman crossed her arms angrily "Who are you?"

The Doctor looked from the woman in the wedding dress to Tyra who was still holding the blood bag "But..."

"Where am I?"

"What?" the Doctor demanded, completely flabbergasted still.

The woman glared "What the hell is this place?"

Tyra snorted when the Doctor once again repeated "What?"

Now...

"You can't do that," the Doctor shook his head "I wasn't... We're in flight. That is – that is physically impossible. How did...?"

"Tell me where I am," the woman shouted, glaring at the Doctor "I demand you tell me right now. Where am I?"

The Doctor looked to Tyra helplessly but she just grinned, taking a sip from the bag in her hand. He huffed at her betrayal and turned back to the woman "Inside the Tardis."

"The what?" the woman demanded.

"The Tardis," the Doctor repeated, sounding more and more annoyed at the woman in the wedding dress.

The woman raised her eyebrow, sounding just as done with the Doctor as he seemed with her. Tyra merely sat down on the jump seat, watching the confrontation in amusement "The what?"

"The Tardis."

"The what?"

The Doctor groaned "It's called the Tardis."

"That's not even a proper word," the woman pointed out "You're just saying things."

"How did you get in here?" the Doctor questioned.

The woman stared at him, her eyes narrowed dangerously "Well, obviously you kidnapped me. Who was it? Who's paying you? Is it Nerys? Oh, my God, she's finally got me back. This has got Nerys written all over it."

"Sorry, who's Nerys?" Tyra asked in confusion, leaning against the console next to the Doctor "And what did you do to her that she has to get you back for it? That sounds like a story I would be interested in hearing."

"Your best friend," the woman jabbed her finger at them before she caught sight of the bag that Tyra was holding "What is that? Are you drinking blood? What kind of sick freak does that?"

"Hold on," the Doctor cut in, resisting the urge to defend Tyra "Wait a minute. What are you dressed like that for?"

"I'm going ten pin bowling," she sneered.