#downandalmostbroken

"Alyce!" Lucifer shouted her name gleefully as he hurried over to her, grin as wide and devilish as ever. The New Year's party at his club was in full swing, and debauchery was already afoot in several of the private VIP rooms.

"I'm jes'sayin'-" Cam's voice slurred and slowed, the reason why (a bottle that left a clear guess as to its contents) still in his hand. "Ye cannae keep 'er ef she dun wanna! Et's wrong! D'ye need money? I got money- I can, I can pay an' then she can be happy-"

He stumbled as he dug for his purse, heavily leaning on the bouncer, who didn't seem best pleased with that. Rather than getting his purse from his belt, Campbell pulled the leather strap that held it closed. Coins (and not a whole lot of them) rolled and bounced across the floor. "Cun-consider that a downpaymen'!"

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“What?” Lucifer looks positively aghast at the woman’s words, not offended so much as shocked at the accusation and quickly shakes his head with brows furrowed and a high-pitched, dismissive tone to his voice.

“Do you? Well, they smell very good sweetheart.” Lou tells her, picking up her daughter and giving her a hug. She’d tried to tell Rose to tone down the religion stuff but she’d wait to remind her until Delia was in bed. “Let’s write him a thank you note okay?” She asks setting down her daughter and smiling. 

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Rose had never been in such pain in her life. She had gotten into fights (though she would never admit to them later, she was a lady, after all), been beaten bloody, but this, this was entirely new. She was cold. Shaking with it, nearly convulsing. Someone had attacked her, a stranger, at least so she thought, he seemed to know who she was, what she did for the newly-formed IRA, and knew what she was doing here, an slip of ocean away from her home. The man had bitten into her neck and everything had gone fuzzy. Her own mouth was full of blood- her own? Someone else’s?- and she was left on the sidewalk, in these pitch dark hours of night, unable to scream, just trying to hold onto what little blood she had left. It was like God had sent her an angel when the doctor had appeared less than an hour later. Her teeth chattered.

“I’m cold, I’m so cold, am I going to die?”

   It’s there again, that urge. The feeling. He knows better, his will is strong, and working within the confines of a hospital hiding as a surgeon has certainly tested his abilities. But the scent, he knows, is different. It reminds him of himself the night he woke in the pit of bodies. The way Skals smell, though they were imperfect in comparison. The woman before him was different, and he’d half a mind to embrace her, to end her suffering before it became her nature. Jonathan wouldn’t wish his curse on anyone, and the idea of a Progeny, creating another vampire, made his stomach tie itself in knots. 

Missy stepped out of her TARDIS, looking about at the dark and dreary graveyard she’d landed herself in. She’d been fascinated with this particular time in Earth’s history, in this particular location for one particular reason: organ repossession. While browsing about the archives of the truly deliciously atrocious things humans were able to come up with (honestly, how was it the Doctor could love such a brutal species?) she had come across a little company known as GeneCo. Designer organs at a hefty price, and if you couldn’t pay, well... they had to be returned, or repossessed.

Honestly, she was a bit jealous she hadn’t come up with the idea herself.

So, she’d decided to park her TARDIS in this time and place on Earth, see what this business was all about, and then see if she could use it to her advantage in any way, shape, or form. Going for a stroll, she eventually found herself turning down a dark alley when she was attracted by the sound of murder and mayhem, mostly the screams of a frightened man and the voice of a woman telling him to shut the hell up.

“Wait, wait, what do you mean I can’t go with you?” Cecilia asked the Doctor nervously while he shuffled her out of the TARDIS and brought her to a stranger’s front door. “I always go with you, ever since you and your eyebrows showed up in my apartment!”

“I told ye, I have a thing I have t’do, an’ I can’t do it with you around.” The Doctor said, rolling his eyes as he gently shoved her towards the door. “Besides, you’ll like this Rose. She’s different than the other one. However, you didn’ know the other one, so it won’t matter to you. Just trust me. Ye’ve trusted me so far, haven’t ye?”

“But-- But--”

“Nope. No time t’ dally. Just knock, tell her I sent ye, an’ it’ll be fine. Oh, an’ one more thing...”

“Yeah?”

“She’s a vampire. Don’ let her bite ye.”

And with that, the Doctor dashed back into his TARDIS, leaving a very confused and befuddled Cecilia on Rose’s doorstep. Sighing softly, Cecilia turned back around and nervously knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. In the back of her mind, she wondered if the Doctor was just kidding about the vampire part. When the door opened, Cecilia smiled brightly, introducing herself with a friendly hand held out.