Vampire Science (Dr. Who Series)
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In the days when the Time Lords were young, their war with the Vampires cost trillions of lives on countless worlds. Now the Vampires have been sighted again, in San Francisco. The Doctor, aided by Sam, must find a way to stop them.
and pressed the garage remote. The door climbed ponderously upward and clanked to a halt. Her ears rang in the sudden silence as she looked around, up and down the dark street. Waiting for a face to appear at the window. Never mind. She and James would have a quiet evening, maybe rent a movie, maybe just fool around. He would make her forget all about the day's hassles, the way he always did, and she would wake up in the morning knowing that everything was fine. When she got in the door, there
know. But you don't have to do it all yourself either. We know what we're doing. Honest.' 'So does he.' A shadow passed across Kramer's face. 'Yeah.' Her voice got very soft, and very serious. 'Yeah, he knows exactly what he's doing. But do you know what he's doing?' 'Whad'ya mean?' 'You trust him. You'd follow him off the ends of the earth, you know? But does he really tell you what he's up to?' 'Yeah.' A pause. 'Think so...' The general's words were beginning to worm their way into her brain.
towards the stage. Ahead was candlelight. The main stage was lit only by an assortment of wax candles and lanterns, which threw huge shadows in all directions. On it stood seven men in dark clothing, including the one he'd spoken to in the restaurant, arrayed around a short brownhaired woman who sat on a folding chair as though it was a throne. 'It's about time,' the Doctor said. 'I was afraid I'd run out of clothing before I got to you.' The handcuffs were hurting James's wrists. He kept
up with him. 'Adrienne!' the Doctor shouted, over the engine. He looked terrible, pale and wild. 'You have to stop this at once!' Deep beneath the theatre, on a canvas hammock nailed up between two walls, Joanna Harris was having the worst nightmare she had had in nine hundred years. The hammock began to swing, moving softly as she struggled, her head tossing. She had to wake up. She couldn't wake up: it was the middle of the day. Somewhere above her, the noon was waiting to take her life. The
herself count to ten before she followed that car. She spent the next twenty minutes tensed all the way up to her eyeballs, her gaze locked on the pair of tail lights half a block ahead. This alone left any of those stunts with the billboard in the dust. Mr Selby back at school was always big on asking kids who their role models were. Part of his continuing search to find someone else to blame for why his students turned out so rotten. The last time he'd asked, she'd said, 'Lisa Simpson.' But