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

Sound of Drums

Tyra was still leaning against the door, keeping it shut with Jack's help. More and more Futurekind tried to get the door open but so far they had been able to keep it closed. The Doctor grabbed Jack's arm, using the sonic on the Captain's vortex manipulator "Hold still," he huffed "Don't move. Hold it still."

"I'm telling you, it's broken," Jack argued "It hasn't worked for years."

"That's because you didn't have me," the Doctor shot back "Martha, Ty, grab hold, now." With all of them holding onto the manipulator, they vanished.

Tyra gritted her teeth against the feeling of the Time Vortex burning against her skin a little before she fell to the ground. Martha held onto a wall, holding her head tightly "Oh, my head."

The Doctor cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders "Time travel without a capsule. That's a killer."

"Are you alright, Ty?" Jack asked with an amused grin on his face.

"I was leaning against the door," she huffed, climbing to her feet "There wasn't much I could do but fall."

Jack nodded, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, walking out of the alley "Still, at least we made it. Earth, twenty-first century by the looks of it. Talk about lucky."

"That wasn't luck," the Time Lord pointed out quietly, looking around "That was me."

"The moral is," the Captain spoke up, rolling his eyes at the Doctor "If you're going to get stuck at the end of the universe, get stuck with an ex-Time Agent and his vortex manipulator.

Martha turned to the Doctor "But this Master bloke, he's got the Tardis. He could be anywhere in time and space."

"No," the Doctor denied "He's here. Trust me."

"Who is he, anyway? And that voice at the end, that wasn't the Professor," Martha questioned.

Jack raised his eyebrow "If the Master's a Time Lord, then he must have regenerated."

"What does that mean?"

"You two haven't explained it to her yet?" Jack frowned "Anyway... It means that he's changed his face, voice, body, everything. New man." Tyra glanced to the side where a beggar was tapping a coin against his mug in slight annoyance. For some reason, that noise really bothered her.

Martha tugged a strand of hair behind her ear "Then how are we going to find him?"

"I'll know him," the Doctor said "The moment I see him. Time Lords always do."

"But hold on," Martha froze "If he could be anyone, we missed the election..." Her eyes widened in realization "But it can't be."

A series of public television screen on several lamp posts in front of us were broadcasting the news "Mister Saxon has returned from the Palace and is greeting the crowd inside Saxon Headquarters." Tyra raised my eyebrow at the familiar man walking down the steps with a woman holding onto his arm.

"I said I knew the voice," Martha breathed "When he spoke inside the Tardis... I've heard that voice hundreds of times. I've seen him. We all have. That was the voice of Harold Saxon."

The Doctor stared at the screen without blinking "That's him," he pointed out quietly "He's Prime Minister." As a photographer on the screen begged the couple for a kiss, the Doctor blinked in shock "The Master is Prime Minister of Great Britain. The Master and his wife?"

"Wait," Tyra cut in, jabbing her finger at the screen "Are you absolutely sure that he's the Master?"

"Yes," the Time Lord nodded, frowning at her in confusion "Why?"