Welcome to Duat...[Revised! and OPEN!]

[Koschei Vadim]

"How do you think I felt when you were there when I'd just gone into a ... you know what, nevermind about the whole coma thing. I still don't get it myself." Sam shook his head. Best not to discuss the intricate complexities of time travel with his DCI. He looked to the blue box "I'm aware of what they are... sort of... what I'm wondering about is why there is one here. Wherever 'here' is. I never saw one in my life." He forgot to take in account the fact that Gene must be thinking he'd lived through the fifties and the sixties, which he hadn't since he was born in 1969, not 1937.

The DI looked at the two men standing by the police box, then his eyes widened in confused shock seeing a third man appear, out of the box. The man could literally be his mirror image, save for the clothes and the fact that Sam had longer sideburns, which every man seemed to sport in the seventies. Sam had sometimes wondered if it was due to the nurses at the 2006 hospital not shaving him properly or if it was only himself. Well, now it was only himself anyway. Now he was merely a dead body in 2006.

"What the hell..." Sam Tyler muttered, staring at his strange 'twin'. However, this was topped when one of the other men, in some kind of medieval style clothes, threw something, apparently a throwing knife, which embedded itself with a loud 'thunk!' in the Cortina's bonnet. Sam gaped at the metal piece still sticking out of it, getting slowly out of the car and stared at Gene, wondering if he should risk his own life trying to hold back his Guv from trying to murder the man that dared to touch his prized car.

~

"Yeah, right, I bet you just don't want to admit you can't drive this rustbucket of a TARDIS. You couldn't even sabotage it properly when I stole it, heh." The Master commented derisively at the Doctor's inability to find out where and when they were; before they went outside.

"Gu-" The Master gave a choked sound at the Doctor's stomping on his foot and glowered at him with a look that indicated the taller man was very lucky he didn't have any pointy objects on him right now, but he was considering strangling the Doctor into his next regeneration with his own tie, by shoving it down his throat.

He huffed at the Doctor's incessant babbling about religion. "Right, and what do Jehova witnesses do when they come to your doorstep? Well, in my case, they were target practice, but still... I also really confused the scientology ones when I told them I was an alien and then they had to worship me. They gave me a lot of money too. Heck, half my election campaign was paid by those idiots." The Time Lord looked to the man "No religion? Eh, good on ya. So we're not on Earth's medieval times either... well... if the car was any indication..." Then again, this man certainly had primitive weapons, as proved by the throwing knife... maybe he was one of those roleplayer guys that took it way too seriously.

Speaking of the car, a very familiar-looking man stepped out of it. "Huh... wait, wait, wait, I get it, we're either in an alternate reality or your TARDIS screwed up and crossed our own future timeline. Hm... no, maybe alternate reality, -I- would never wear a leather jacket, polyester and Cuban heels. Ye gods. But maybe that's your next regeneration, Doctor. Boy, did you let yourself go. Lay off the candy from now on, 'ey?"

~

Sam returned a little smile seeing she accepted his jacket and did seem grateful for it. It would be better for her if she had some pants too, but he could hardly give her his, they obviously wouldn't fit anyway, and they were a bit harder for him to miss than a jacket.

Alarm bells went off in the youngest Winchester's head when the girl suddenly grabbed Dean's gun. "Hey!" Though he halted his action of grabbing his own gun when she said she was a vampire. He never heard of anything called 'Black Ribboners', but they had encountered vampires before who refused to drink human blood and drank only animal blood. So perhaps she was telling the truth, he thought, until she started about religious objects.

"Garlic? Religious objects?" Sam repeated confused, exchanging a glance with Dean before looking back to the girl. "Anyone that knows anything about vampires knows that's nothing but myth, that stuff doesn't work on vampires..." Maybe she was a vampire-wannabe... but no, that couldn't be, not with the way she took Dean's gun. If she was another supernatural creature, why would she say she's a vampire instead of whatever she is?

This was very confusing indeed. "Are you... really a vampire?" Sam asked, confused and suspicious about the whole thing. "Either you're not... or vampires in this place are different than where we come from..."

[Moonie1]

The Doctor just grinned back at the Master. “At least I tried to sabotage it. And I can so drive her…more or less…” He had admitted to the other Time Lord. At the moment though, he was considering Altair, his head cocked slightly as if he was trying to remember something. “Oh, I don’t know, Master. I’ve never had any Jehova-whatits come knocking on my door…did you really? You’re lucky you didn’t have some government agency that likes to dissect aliens come instead if you went around telling people you were an alien.” He jabbered, still looking thoughtful.

The Time Lord then grinned. “I got it! I know where I’ve seen that outfit before! You’re an assassin right? You’re a bit out of your time period though if the look of this area is anything to go by. What branch are you…you’re one of the desert groups, right and..Hmmm…1400 something, right?” The Doctor asked cheerfully as he turned his head, blinking what Altair threw the knife at the said car that was rolling up.

“Oh dear…hope the driver is a cheerful sort…what you just did was like throwing a knife at someone’s horse.” He chirped, eyeing Sam curiously. “I don’t know Master, the look is rather fetching. I especially like the leather jacket. Did you know I used to wear a leather jacket in my last regeneration? I don’t remember where I got it from at the moment, but as soon as I remember, I’ll tell you. The likeness to you is extraordinary though. I think he is you…it’s possible he’s an alternate reality you though.” He said before his face fell at the Master’s suggestion that the larger man might be him.

He pouted for a moment, his lip stuck out as he scowled before he sighed. “Still not ginger…” He muttered. “I do hope that’s not me, I really want to be ginger next time.” He added, as if the weight issue wasn’t really an issue at all. The man then blinked and stepped back slightly when said large man glared in a very, very angry manner at them. “Uh oh…”

~

Gene stared at Sam’s doubleganger, blinking slowly. How could that be possible? There wasn’t a twin Tyler he wasn’t aware of was it? He hoped not. One pain in the a** was more than enough to deal with in a life time. He didn’t need two Tyler’s barking orders and procedure at him. Besides, his Tyler was better dressed at any rate. The new Sam looked ridiculous in the monkey suit he was in. He wondered if he was some sort of business man…

He was pulled out of his stupor and thoughts, however, by a very unpleasant thunk and sound of squealing metal. Standing quite still, he staring straight ahead, Gene slowly turned and looked down at the chunk of metal that had embedded itself into his car. Slowly he turned back, his face contorted in fury, the likes of which his DI had yet to see on the DCI’s face, his face a dark red.

“I’m going to kill ‘im…!” He roared suddenly as he made a dash towards the assassin, his hands raised as if he was going to strange the man as soon as he could get a hold of him.

~

The Doctor bite his lip when he saw the large man rushing towards them…or rather the assassin before them. “No no no…” He muttered to himself, knowing that the large man’s attack would not go over well with the trained and deadly assassin. “Master, back me up?” The Doctor asked as he stepped forward and quickly stepped in front of Altair and spread his arms slightly. “Stop! Nobody is going to kill anyone!” He yelled quickly, ready to pounce on Altair if he should reach for any more weapons.

~

Dean frowned a little when Sam offered the girl his jacket before he turned and glared a little that clearly meant: ‘Hey! I was enjoying jailbait here!’ Looking back at the girl again though, he put on a charming smile that melted away when he felt something jerk itself out of his hand and the girl had his gun. He stared first at his hand and then at the strange girl and then at his hand again. “…hey! That’s mine!” He finally said, though paused when she said she was a vampire.

Great, just what they needed. More supernatural stuff when they were already up to their ears in the stuff at the moment. “Jeir Velothril, huh?” Dean grumbled as he glared, his hand gripping the strap of his equipment bag tightly. He had a machete inside, and if he could get back to the car, he was sure they still had a jar of dead-man’s blood hidden somewhere.

“Look, sweetheart. I don’t know what the hell a Black Ribboner is, but we really can’t go on just your word that you don’t drink human blood. We’re not stupid.” He said, cocky smile still on his lips. She certainly had a funny way of pronouncing ‘guns’ though, and opening his mouth to agree with her that it would be foolish to waste their ammo on her anyway so why don’t she just return his weapon, he faltered, his smile fading away.

What was this chick trying to pull? Any hunter worth his salt knew that the traditional ways to ward or kill off a vampire didn’t work against real ones. The only way he knew to kill them was to chop their heads off. Nodding in agreement with what his brother was saying, Dean smiled in a strained-but-cheerful way before he turned and grabbed Sam’s arm.

“We need to talk.” He said as he dragged Sam off a short distance away and leaned his head close to him. “Okay, this chick has to be pulling our legs. She can’t be a vamp…and what other place would there be for vampires to come from? Look, she must be something else just trying to get our guard down, or she’s some crazy brat that likes LARPing far too much for her own good…I mean, look at her…she’s not even wearing any clothes under that cloak…” Dean muttered.

“…either way, we should watch our backs with her…I don’t trust her.” Dean added. “I don’t like this place, and I don’t like the fact that the first person we meet claims to be a vampire….”

[Jeir]

Altaïr stared down at the babbling man, known as 'The Doctor', in front of him. Little he said made sense, and the assassin was wondering if perhaps the man infront of him was as insane as he acted. He was mildly taken aback when it appeared the strange person knew he was an assassin. Those who knew were either friends of the assassins, or else were well-informed enemies. Somehow, he doubted this man was an enemy.

"I am of the Order of the Hashshashin, under Al Mualim in Masyaf. How do you know of our order?" He asked, calmly enough, but then frowned when the man started babbling again. Shaking his head in annoyance, he glanced to the Master, wondering how he could put up with such a fool, and then turned his attention to Gene at his enraged shout.

He stared blankly at him, and then glanced down to the Doctor as the smaller man got in between the two. Alright. He was insane, then. He knew Altaïr was an assassin, and yet he'd get in his way?

He looked back at the approaching DCI, calmly moved one hand and placed it on the Doctor's shoulder, then pushed the smaller man out of the way as he made a sprint right towards Gene. Ducking his head slightly and bringing his hands in, elbows out, he tackled the man and flung him to the ground. Gene was in no way a light-weight, but years of training made Altaïr stronger, faster and more agile than most men.

He stopped a few paces away from Gene, now between the DCI and the car and Sam. For a moment, it seemed as if the assassin was going to finish the prone detective off, but then he just turned and walked to the bonnet. He only had 5 throwing knives, so it would be best that he retrieved any that he used, in the event that he could not find more.

Reaching down, he grabbed the knife by the hilt and, with a slight grunt of effort as he twisted the blade, tugged it out of the bonnet. Not even looking at the damage done - it wasn't his fault these men were inside this damned hellbeast - he placed the knife back amongst the others at his belt, then turned his attention to Sam.

"I have no reason to kill you or your companion, yet, but if he attempts to harm me again, I will kill him," he said, his voice calm once again, and then turned and walked towards a building.

"I shall see if I can spot anyone else in the area," he called back as he reached it. Looking up, he frowned as it lacked the uneven stones and handy decorations that were common on the buildings he was used to. Nevermind. He would not be Altaïr if he could not climb this.

He took a step back, then moved and ran a few paces up the wall, just enough to bring his hands in contact with a small ledge he noticed. Pulling himself up, he continued climbing, using any ledge, any window sill, any loose brick to make his way to the top. Pausing under a balcony around 3 storeys up, he looked up to it, readies himself, then leapt and caught hold of the very edge of it. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he then pulled himself up and continued to the roof.

Reaching the top, he hauled himself up, then sat crouched on the ledge, looking out and around the area. He was around six storeys up now, but height was no problem for this assassin; roof-top chases along thin beams often do that to you. He looked down to the group below him, almost missing them due to the fog that filled the place, then looked around, as far as he could see.

There did not seem to be a living, hah, soul in this 'Hell', other than those he already had encoutered. Just strange buildings, some more of those metal beasts, and lots of fog- No, wait. There was something. Some movement caught his eye and he scurried along the parapet that surrounded the roof to another corner, then made a leap down to the roof of another, lower, building to get a better look. Yes. Three figures, almost invisible, and a much smaller one heading towards them. To Altaïr's surprised, the last figure appeared to be a box moving at high speed....

He looked down, annoyed at the lack of ladders, but then blinked as he noticed a fire escape stair case. Jumping down onto the top level, he paused as it shifted under his weight and made a rather loud and annoying screech, a few of the bolts that kept in it place pinging out. Waiting for the noise to die down, he then began making his descent, keeping close to the wall in the event the whole structure would indeed collapse.

Making a jump at the very end, he landed with a roll on the floor, then sprang back up and began moving around the building to where the others were. He did not usually work with other people - they were never as skilled as him, and often got in the way - but it appeared he may have to for once. For now though, he thought as he turned the corner to where the others were, he would settle for using them as sword-fodder and let them go investigate those four while he kept back and stayed watchful and onguard. Yes, that seemed to be the best option for now. He looked up to them and stopped walking, his stance relaxed if still imposing. If they died, then no matter. It was more likely he would be the one to kill them, after all.

~

Jeir's smile soon turned into a more nervous one as both Winchester brothers claimed she wasn't a vampire. Oh dear. And it appeared that whatever vampires they had met in the past were nothing like how she and the other vampires on the Disc were.

"I've been a vampire for two years, since I was 18. Trust me; dying and coming back as a powerful immortal being with annoying and rather painful allergies and a blood addiction isn't something I'd make up," she said reproachfully, hugging her cloak closer around her. "I can tell you're brothers, for instance. I can smell it in your blood."

"Clearly this is not Ankh-Morpork, so it's possible something thaumaturgical happened, with perhaps a few quantums thrown in..." she blinked, then groaned and brought her hand over her eyes. "Ye gods. It happened again!"

A year or so ago, Sir Samuel Vimes, Commander of the City Watch, was apparently transported back in time during a storm similar to the one she had been in. Well, that's what the wizards said. So the 'Trousers of Time' theory was possible, but perhaps there was a 'Trousers of Reality'? The did keep mentioning about multiverses, after all, so perhaps it was possible as well...

She sighed and lowered her hand, looking down and shaking her head. She ignored the two as they moved away from her and began talking, and tried to think. Vimes returned after about half an hour, yet he claimed he had been gone for a few days. So, it was still possible she could just return home just as suddenly as she arrived. She brightened up a little at that. She could treat this like a little holiday, perhaps, just as long as the Lu-

She looked up and gave a toothy grin, which was not exactly a pleasant smile on a vampire, and turned her head to look down the street. After a few short moments, there was a loud creak, and then the sound of many, many running feet could be heard, getting nearer.


Jeir's Luggage was annoyed. First it was left in a bedroom, away from its mistress, and then it couldn't find her on the Disc. It broke through a wall, ran through a damned hail storm, nearly got ran over by a speeding carriage, broke through another wall, ran past a group of startled wizards, and dived into the Library, where it disappeared.

Now it was in a strange city, alone, and its mistress was no where nearby. Being a chest of sapient pearwood, its thoughts weren't really what you could call thoughts. All it knew was that it needed a master; someone to belong to. The rest of the world could get trampled.

And now it had finally found her...


The young vampiress beamed happily at her Luggage as it reached her and skidded to a halt. The little feet moved in a complicated fashion so that it turned its lock-side towards her, and then retracted its legs and sat on the ground. Jeir gave it a gentle pat, receiving a faint creak in reply, and then opened the chest and rummaged inside.

Thank the gods for sapient pearwood! At least now she could get some proper clothes on. Reaching up, she unclasped her cloak and let it loose from around her, but at the same moment she blurred into near-invisibility before reappearing before the cloak had a chance to fall more than a few inches.

Catching up the cloak, she clasped it together again, then turned back to the brothers. She was wearing another set of her silk assassin's clothes, black shirt and trousers with black boots. Stepping towards them, Sam's cloak now in her hands and the Luggage, lid closed, following behind her, she tried to give another friendly smile. She was getting a tooth ache, and in a vampire, this was a lot worse than poor dental hygeine. At least the Luggage had a flask of cocoa inside it for an emergency. This did not stop her gaze wandering to the necks of the two young men, though.

She stopped a few feet from them, then held out the coat to Sam. "Thank you for letting me borrow this, milord," she said, then gave a sigh. "Perhaps I can explain what I believe is going on? I am originally from the Discworld - a disc-shaped world that sits on the back of four elephants, on the back of a giant turtle. In my world, magic rules, if you don't count in narrativium, at least. Before arriving here, there was a great thaumaturgical storm - a magic storm, if you will - and I was caught up on it. There must have been a large discharge of magic and I ended up here. Perhaps something similar happened where ever you are from?"

"As for my vampirism...well, if you want me to fly, turn into bats, mist or a pile of ash, just say the word. You'll need a stake for the last one, though, as stabbing one through the heart, plus the aforementioned ways of strong sunlight and garlic, etcetera, is the only way to temporarily kill a vampire where I'm from. But I would prefer that you just took my word for it."

She paused, realising something, then looked down to her Luggage. "This is my Luggage. It follows me everywhere I go, stores my items, and tends to eat people, so please don't annoy it or threaten me."

Looking back to them, she smiled brightly. "Now, if it's alright with you, gentlemen, I'd like to go and collect my weapons, and then we shall see just who made that noise, alright?"

((Long post is very long.))

[Koschei Vadim]

((Sorry for the late reply <=/ time damn flies... anyway, here's a deus ex... er... my crazy mind))

"I only told the scientology guys. But when I was Lord and Master of the Earth, my Toclefane and me played dissections on the Area 51 'scientists'." The Master replied with a grin, and a happy sigh. That was so much fun. The Earth had been his absolute playground and why wasn't it anymore again? Oh, right, the Doctor, he thought with a glower at the other Time Lord. He glanced at the monk-robe-dressed man before them with a bit more interest "An assassin? How cute." The Master was a little less versed in Earth history, mostly because he couldn't care less. Except for wars and torture techniques, of course. Humans could be so creative in these fields, the only times they were interesting to the psychopathic Time Lord.

Although, now it seemed another interesting human... 'thing' popped up, because the man that looked exactly like him, if in the wrong Earth decade, certainly didn't sense 'Time Lord', despite the Master commenting he might be an alternate reality self. No, he was certain the man was human. "I'm starting to think it might be due to the Chameleon Arch... ugh, not again." He groaned. It certainly looked like this was a human version of his current regeneration due to the Chameleon Arch, which could turn a Time Lord into a race of their choosing and store the Time Lord essence away, usually in a device disguised as a fobwatch. "You wouldn't have a fobwatch, would you?" He asked a tad annoyed at his look-alike, somewhat miffed at crossing the timelines, or rather at the Doctor and his rustbucket of a TARDIS for doing so, and that apparently in the near future he'd 'fobwatch' himself again. And he hated being a human so much...

That begged the question who the other man was. The Master started to doubt it was a future regeneration of the Doctor, because he was human too, and he displayed an obvious foul and murderous temper at the damage the assassin had caused to his car (then again, hadn't the Doctor's regeneration number Three been quite obsessed loving? Protective? of his dear 'Bessie', that old car).

The Master grinned amused when the Doctor tried to get in between the two, barking a laugh when the Doctor asked for his help. "Aw, hell no. I wish I had popcorn though."

~

Sam looked confused at his look-alike in some kind of ... Victorian? suit. It looked too big on him too. "Er... what?" He responded, mentally cringing at how dumb that sounded. Chameleon Arches and alternate realities? These guys sounded as if they stepped out of a science fiction show. Then again, what was Sam Tyler's life then? "No, I don't have a fob watch..." He replied uncertain to the other's question, wondering what the significance of an antique watch possibly could be. He was prevented from asking any further questions however, as his Guv tried to attack the strangely-clad man with the throwing knives "Guv!" The DI exclaimed, trying to stop him.

He was glad to see the man that was with his look-alike tried to stop them too, even if the look-alike himself seemed to find the situation hilarious. But then the assassin pushed past the pinstripe-suit-clad man and approached Gene. "Oi! Leave him alone!" Tyler warned, taking out his gun to emphasize said warning. Then he stared shocked when the slighter man floored his DCI. "Wha..."

Sam winced at the sound of the knife being wrenched out of the metal and looked at the assassin. He really didn't like the man's tone, even if it was said calmly, but the man obviously thought very highly of himself. Sam couldn't deny he was skilled however, but could he really outmatch a gun? Perhaps the man didn't know what it was however. The DI sighed, deciding it was best to help Gene now instead of challenging the assassin, nor was it a good idea to continue the fight, in this strange place, where they could use all the help they could get to go home.

He went over to Gene, checking that he was alright and to help him up, before looking back at the assassion "What are you going to- ..." He fell quiet as he watched the man scale the building as if he was a lizard climbing a rock. Now Sam considered himself to be athletic, he went for a run every morning and he could outrun and catch any fleeing blagger in Manchester, but there was no way he could repeat that. "Huh..."

~

"Er, okay." Sam Winchester replied to Dean, glancing back to the young girl "Sorry, excuse us for a moment." He followed his brother a little ways away from the girl. Then again, if she was a vampire, didn't she have keen enough hearing to listen in on the conversation anyway? Oh well. "I ... I don't know. But she took your gun so suddenly. That didn't really seem normal to me. Or like a LARPer. I admit the lack of clothes is very strange, but ... I think she's stuck, like us. Disorientated. Whatever this place is, she doesn't belong here either." And these odd things she was talking about. 'Thaumaturgical'? Sam was a bright kid, always had been, but he never ever heard that word before. Nor could he imagine what it could mean.

Maybe she really was crazy, but that still didn't explain how they ended up here so mysteriously. She didn't look like she was the cause of it anyway. After all, if she was a demon, she'd be showing off her black eyes by now, and gloating about how she'd trapped the Winchester boys, how she'd slowly torture them to death and how much fun she was going to have doing it. Those demons got pretty predictable after a while, and she wasn't acting like one.

Sam looked back when he heard a weird sound, then his eyes widened to see a chest on ... little legs? approach the girl. "What the..." He'd seen a lot of strange things, from phantom ships to killer ghost trucks to a cursed rabbit foot that made him lose his shoe, but that was something entirely ... different. It took a moment for him to register that a moment later she was fully dressed and holding his jacket out to him.

"Oh, er, you're welcome." He replied, still a bit stunned as he took the article of clothing. He glanced between here and the strange chest, as she spoke even stranger things. A Discworld. "We're from... Earth... which is ... round..." He responded, uncertain whether she was insane or speaking the truth. Unfortunately, the odd chest creature seemed to push towards the latter, no matter how much better for the sane mind the first choice sounded. Then again, they were hunters. People that chased after things that wanted to kill them, horribly. They could hardly talk about sane.

"We, erm, we entered a warehouse last night, and ... there was a poltergeist we were hunting. I heard a scream and I entered after Dean, then I was knocked out by something. Next thing I knew, I awoke in this warehouse, which was different from the one we were in last night. It had a wooden door for one." Sam explained what had happened to them, "I don't know if anything thauma... surgical? ... Happened." It was also odd how she called him 'milord', and she seemed to be wearing old-fashioned clothes, though not what he'd imagine an old-fashioned woman to wear, but she seemed to know what guns were. Very strange.

He glanced to the chest again when she introduced it, though he'd been trying to ignore it. "Your luggage. That ... must be convenient in airports." Eat people? Now he definitely could resist the urge to touch it. "... Sure, why not. Let's try to find out what brought us here." Sam replied to her last words, putting his own jacket back on.

~

"My, my, aren't you a lively bunch." An amused voice rang out near the Time Lords, the 70s cops and the assassin, when he returned, where a man in a neat white suit and bright red hair was standing, apparently having watched them for a while even though no one had noticed him previously.

[Moonie1]

“Okay, so maybe she is a vampire if she can tell we’re brothers just from how we smell…or some other creature. That still doesn’t excuse her…and it doesn’t explain how the hell she or we got here…” Dean said before he groaned and put his hands to his face. “This is just too weird…where’s Castiel when you need him. Or any other of the angels? Maybe they could explain this to us…” The elder brother finally peeked back at the girl and mumbled softly.

“Still…if she’s some sort of monster…” He began before he trailed off as a loud creaking noise grew louder and louder. Lowering his hands fully as he stared at the strange chest when it arrived and came to a stop, Dean gapped at it, he completely stunned. It was a moving chest. Not just a moving chest, but a chest that ran on little legs…That still didn’t distract him from the fact that he notice the girl nearly disappear for a few seconds and then reappear fully dressed…yeah, she wasn’t human…and don’t think he didn’t notice the sweeping glance she gave their necks either.

No, he defiantly was going to watch this girl for any funny business if she tried to attack either himself or Sammy. He just hoped he had enough warning to stop her if she did try anything…

Listening to both Sam and the vampire girl talk about flat worlds, the Earth and how each party managed to get into this foggy little dump of a city, Dean glanced around again before he glared at the Luggage. He didn’t like it. It was strange and unnatural…His eyebrows shot up when he heard from her that her wooden chest liked to eat people. Yeah, it was on his ‘ganking list’ for sure now. In fact…

“Keep her busy and distracted and I’ll go get the salt and the gas from the trunk” Dean whispered to Sam, having full intent to burn the creepy wooden box. At least they wouldn’t have to worry about it sneaking up on them and gobbling them up as they tried to figure out where there were and why there were here.

~

Gene really wasn’t sure what had happen as he stared up at the gray sky. One moment he was charging towards the man that had dared to damage his car and the next he was flat on his back, he dimly aware that there was another, heart-wrenching and sickening squeal of metal as the throwing knife was removed from his car and the assassin was speaking again. Threatening to kill him, was he? Gene wanted nothing more not then to at least try to kill the robed-man...

He was then aware that his DI was standing over him, asking if he was alright before he held the large man up. “I’m going to kill ‘im” Gene snarled as he grabbed hold of Sam’s shoulders to keep himself steady. “Then I’m going to bang him up for attacking an officer…” He added before he glared at the Master. “But first I’m going to strangle your double for laughing, Tyler…” He growled. He stayed where he was though, still a bit dizzy.

The officer’s anger faded away however as he watched robed man scale the building as if it was nothing. “…scratch that, I need a strong drink…” Gene muttered as he looked at Sam and then blinked, frowning when the skinny pin-striped suited man wandered over to him and Sam.

~

The Doctor had blinked when he was pushed aside, he turning quickly to try and grab hold of Altaïr’s robe when he rushed Gene. “No…wait! Don’t hurt him!” The alien cried out, wincing when the assassin sent the larger man sprawling. “…Ouch…” He muttered before he looked at his companion and shook his head. “Alright, fine, don’t help…” The Doctor said as he put on a friendly smile and wandered over to the police officers after watching the assassin scale the building. It was a neat trick, he had to say. Nothing he could repeat, but then again, he was better at running: Not upper body strength.

“Hey, he alright?” The Doctor asked as he looked Gene over before he looked at Sam, his grin widening. “Look at you. You’re perfect. Your sideburns are longer, but you’re a near double!” He exclaimed as he circled around Sam once. He then proceeded to offer him his hand.

“I’m the Doctor by the way. That there is the Master and we seem to be suck here…as you appear to be…you’re not from here, are you…no, you got some temporal displacement about you…Don’t worry, I’m sure we can figure out how to get out of here…” He said cheerfully before he blinked and turning quickly, he glanced at the new figure that had joined them. “Oh…hello there…” The Doctor said as he eyed the red-haired man. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Gene’s glare and the officer’s hand reaching for his gun…

[Jeir]

Altaïr walked calmly over to the small group, sending his gaze towards the red-haired man. So, another one. Very well. He sent his gaze towards the two policemen, just to ensure they weren't planning on attacking him, then stood a few feet away, his stance that of one ready to flee or fight depending on what happened next. He thought it would be best to inform his new 'allies' of what he had seen.

"There are three others not far from here. Two young men and one young woman," he thought it best to not mention the moving box for now; even he was not so sure of what he saw in the fog. "I believe they shall be coming this way soon enough, but there were no other living beings as far as I could see," he added, then looked back to the man in the white suit. There was something...off about him.

The others did not seem to recognise him, so perhaps they arrived here in a similar fashion as they all had. Or, perhaps, he was a spirit, or demon, here to torment them. What ever the case, it appeared he was not the only one who seemed ready to fight. The larger man that got out of the metal beast seemed rather agressive, and was reaching for a strange object at his side. Something told the assassin he did not want to be at the wrong end of the strage metal tube if he could help it.

Looking back to the newcomer, he squared his shoulders and stared the man down. "Who are you?" He asked in his deep, calm voice, hoping for once that he would not have to resort to violence to get the answers he wanted. It always ended up so messy that way.

~

"Round? You mean like the Roundworld the Wizards came up with? How fascinating!" Jeir said, seemingly genuinely interested. She listened, her head tilted slightly to the side, as he explained how he and his brother turned up there, and then nodded, his words seeming to confirm, at least to her, what she thought was going on.

She blinked a little puzzled when he mentioned airports, then looked curiously at the two young men as they started whispering to each other. Oh well. She turned to her Luggage.

"Stay." With that command, she nodded to the two, then went off to go and collect her weapons.At least they weren't far. The Luggage, on the other hand, sat completely still on the ground, but the feeling of watchfulness was all around it, and was focused on Sam and Dean. It liked them as much as Dean liked it, but at least the Luggage's dislike was a general one; it hated everyone equally, the only exception being its mistress.

The young vampire went to where the spike was and her weapons were hidden, put her sword and a couple more daggers at her belt, then collected the rest in her arms and walked back. Her gaze was a little unfocused, though, as she concentrated. She could sense more heartbeats, further away; in the direction that loud screech came from. Hopefully at least the people there would be somewhat friendly.

Returning, she walked over to the Luggage, not seeming to be bothered at all by the weight of the weapons she was carrying.

"Open."

The Luggage opend its lid, revealing not the lavender-smelling clothing of before, but an empty chest. Jeir dropped the weapons inside, knowing they would all be protected by their sheathes from any damage, and then stood back slightly.

"Close." She turned back to Sam and Dean as the lid shut, and smiled. "Well, now that's sorted, shall we go see who else is here? " she asked them, then walked past them and headed down the street, going towards where she could sense the other heartbeats. Glancing back, she then added, "Oh, and I really would advise against trying to set my Luggage on fire; it wouldn't work, and you'd just make it mad. Come along!"

The Luggage sat there for a few moments, then got up on its many little legs and started walking after her, although not before accidentally on purposely knocking a corner into Dean's leg. It could tell when someone didn't like it. It quickly sped off after Jeir after that, a slight creek coming from it almost sounding like snickering to their ears.

[Koschei Vadim]

"I don't know, Dean, why don't you try calling 'em? They're usually more forth-coming to you." Sam hissed at his brother's question about the angels. Him and them didn't get along. Not now that he ... well, he didn't really fit their cosy little club anymore. He briefly wondered if a vampire was close enough to a demon to ... No! Not that. They'd get out of here before he'd need that. 'God, I'm sounding like a junkie...' He thought a bit irritated at his own thoughts.

He was pulled out of those thoughts by Dean's instructions to kill the chest. Could one even kill a supposedly inanimate object? Then again, it certainly seemed very animate. "Who else?..." Sam tore his gaze away from the strange chest and back to Jeir "Ooh... Yes. Maybe. There might be." That sound earlier, it had sounded like... a car braking? A car! Great, that meant they could jumpstart their car and drive out of here.

He winced when the wooden thing kicked against Dean. That seemed... on purpose. Apparently it really didn't like them talking about destroying it. "Let's try not to piss of the one person or person's luggage, that we've met so far?" The youngest Winchester suggested to his brother "Well, come on, maybe they really do have a car over there. We do have starter cables in the trunk, right?" He continued, then headed after the girl to see these other people, hopefully.

~

Sam Tyler sighed softly at the usual threats that came from his DCI, even as he had to be helped to his feet by his DI. He struggled a bit under the larger man's weight when he held onto him to keep steady but managed to stay standing. Ugh, he was hungry. Oh, right, they were about to eat lunch when the call came in. But by now the bacon butty was cold and the bread all soggy and ... ew. How he wished he was in the cafeteria right now. Sure, CID in 1973 didn't have haute cuisine, but Gwen always served him the best treacle sponge, with mint custard. Sam sighed at the thought. That was another problem. What were they going to eat? Or worse, drink? They would die of dehydration first rather than starvation. Even if his Guv kept a whole load of scotch flasks hidden upon his person. No, no, that was just too far thinking, really. After all, it could rain... they could find civilisation after all. Or a way to go home.

Then the guy that had tried to stop his Guv and the assassin from fighting came over to him. "Erm... hi." Sam greeted him a bit hesitantly, wondering if this really was another coma and another weird figment of his imagination. It certainly seemed that way. "Eh, he's had worse. He'll bounce back. After a drink or two." He replied to his question. He was more unnerved however at the man's stare as if he was an interesting museum piece. Or an exotic specimen in the zoo. Right. 'The man that can time-travel via comas'. Heh. 'Caution, is prone to mood swings, hearing things and speaking as if he's nuts'. Oh, and seeing little blonde girls in red carrying creepy clown dolls, can't forget that. Was that a flash of red he saw in the corner of his eyes?

Sam swallowed, staring at the strange man before him. 'Perfect?' Like a specimen? A copy? A perfect clone? He hid his thoughts as he did shake the man's hand. "Doctor... Master? What's this, some kind of cheap porno? Creepy smoke and all? The police box is novel, I'll give you that..."

The Master snorted in amusement "At least he's got some spunk, Doctor." He barked out a laugh "The TARDIS a cheap porno prop, that's a good one. Is this where we break out the handcuffs? Oh, I'm sure we can find some toys in Captain Jack's old room, hmm, Doctor?" He jabbed jokingly, seeming to love riling people up, the Doctor in particular.

"Just... very cynical." Sam replied, ignoring his strange double's further words, though flinched at the Doctor's words 'temporal displacement'. How did he know...?

"Oh, and by the way..." The Master sauntered closer to the Doctor's side, his gaze upon the large blonde police man "Going to strangle me? I'd like to see you try..." He grinned with a mad glint in his eyes. It was very hard to strangle a Time Lord anyway, what with their respiratory bypass system. Any further taunting was interrupted by a new arrival. The Time Lord turned his head to look at him. Huh. Nice suit at least. A little flashy.

The man in the suit smiled in return to the Doctor's greeting, but somehow it didn't seem all that friendly. Something seemed off about his smile. Just like the Master's grin didn't look like Sam's. He looked to Altair and tsked "It is very rude to ask someone's name without introducing yourself, you know." He said reprimandingly, like a teacher speaking to a little child. "But since you asked... My name is Jack Reynard." The redhead said, accompanying his words by bowing with a flair. "Pleased to meet you all, I'm sure. You must be... new arrivals."

"I, er, I guess..." The DI said uncertainly, feeling confused at the man's words. Arrivals? It made it sound a bit ... voluntarily. Or intended somehow. "Then, are you a ... local?"

"I suppose you could say that." Jack replied cheerfully, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"But... just... where is everyone? I mean... He-" Sam glanced at the white-clad assassin for a moment before looking back to the red-haired man "He saw a few people but that seems to be it. This place is deserted."

"Oh no, it's not." Jack replied with a tilt of his head, a gesture that seemed oddly canine-like. "Especially not at night." He grinned amused, as if sharing a joke.

"Erm... oh-kay. Fun. Night parties. Then where is this crowd in the day?" The Master cut in.

"The people are in the centre of the city. They avoid this area, this is near the outskirts... Like I said, it gets busy here at night. And it'll get dark in a few hours. In fact, I suggest you get going. They leave the centre of the city alone, mostly... it should be safe indoors there. Most of the time." The redhead replied.

"Who... are 'they'?" The Master returned, feeling annoyed at what sounded like a threat.

"Who knows? You can ask them if you want. I don't think you want to." Jack chuckled, amused by another secret joke.

[Jeir]

Altaïr scowled slightly, one eyebrow raised, as Jack chided him as if he were nothing but a child. He had been talked to like that for most of his life, often by the elders and superiors of the hashashin such as Al Mualim, but to be spoken in that way by a stranger...The assassin forced himself to calm down. For all he knew, this could be a way for this demon to lower his guard. He would not be fooled.

He folded his arms and glared at Reynard, but then his gaze turned to the others. The Kingdom had a rather active 'night life', at least concerning thugs, beggars and the occasional soldier patrol. He turned his attention back to the red-haired man and his frown deepened. So, his suspicions about this place were becoming quite true indeed. No doubt whatever 'they' were, were demons of some sort. Well, now they had Altaïr to deal with, and he would not go down without taking several dozen of them with him.

He had seen which way the centre of this city seemed to be, and turned to head that way, but stopped. It appeared those he had seen earlier had decided to join them. He unfolded his arms and let them go to his sides, wondering if these were demons as well, or simply people who were as lost as he was.

"We have company," he announced to the world at large.

~

The young vampiress looked back to the Winchester brothers and gave a friendly, if a little nervous, grin. Well, they were following her, and the topic of 'stakes' had not yet come into their conversations, so perhaps they were not too bothered about her vampirism. They only thing they seemed to really have an issue with was her Luggage, but she had a feeling the homicidal chest would get on their good side before long; she had taught it to play fetch, and more often than not it brought back what was thrown. (Occasionllay it brought back an arm or leg, but the people who came to get them back tended to be zombies and didn't mind too much.)

She had no idea what a 'starter cable' was, though. "Are you two going to hurry up? They might have left by the time we get there!" She called to them cheerfully, the continued on, turning a corner and going down the street towards a playground and the group of people, the Luggage trailing behind her.

She put on a friendly smile as she neared the group, but then it faultered. Disc vampires, along with having night-vision and a very good sense of smell, have very good hearing as well. Thus, not only did she have the heart beats of the brothers behind her thumping in her ears, but those of all the people there. She slowed down and winced. Normally she could handle a busy street of people, but there was something...wrong.

She stopped and swayed slightly, blinking at the group. Two of the men. Two hearts each. Fast. Too fast. Not human. If she concentrated she would be able to dull those sounds out, but it was something unexpected, and she was not prepared. She tried to move forward, but stumbled and ended up falling over her Luggage, her head hitting the ground hard with a thud. Groaning, she pulled her legs off the wooden trunk and rolled to the side, bringing her hands to her head as she curled up.

As if her headache couldn't get any worse.

Okay. She just had to concentrate. 170 heartbeats a minute from those two. 340 a minute from them both at the same time. Concentrate. Dull them down, let them become a low hum, or even a purr. You're hurt, you've got a toothache, you could really do with some cocoa and a good day's sleep, but you need to concentrate and try to deal with this. And, whatever you do, don't let the vampire take over!

[Moonie1]

((Sorry, I've been busy with trying to get homework in =/ ))

As the Doctor tilted his head at Altair, taking in his words, he glanced around at the foggy deserted street around them. Three more people were nearby and were coming towards them? My, this was a popular spot it seemed. What troubled him however was the fact that the area of this rather large looking city was so empty. He could hear it even and could almost sense it. It was as quiet as a grave…

No, he wouldn’t think of it as a grave, for he could taste it on the air. There was death here and it tainted the air, tickling his tongue as he took a breath and sighed. Whatever was the cause of this death was obviously what caused this town to be such a ghost town. He was only glad to hear that whatever this thing was, it wasn’t close at hand. That was certainly a good thing, he reminded himself as he turned his attention back on the two coppers.

Gene leaned against Sam slightly before he pushed himself away, dusting off his camel colored jacket before he went back to scowling at the Doctor and his doppelganger companion of his DI before he turned and walking back to his Cortina, he reached into the glove compartment, removing several of his extra flask. That was it; a nice drink would sooth his jittery nerves as would a quick f**. Taking a swig from one of the flasks, the alcohol burning his throat in a pleasant way, he returned to Sam’s side as he stuck one of his cigarettes into his mouth and lit is. Yes…that was certainly helping; a little piece of normality was helping him think clearer. He just had to figure out how they got there and then they could return the same say…easy.

He was pulled away from any reasonable thoughts though when the two strange men were introduced and his DI made a comment. “Only if they’re from some sort of poofy fairy porno because I think they’re missing a bird or two if so….Thank you, Tyler, I’ll never be able to think of a police box in the same way again, thanks to that little thought you planted into me head.” Gene snarled softly as he puffed away at the tobacco stuffed roll of paper.

The Doctor had to admit that the thought was amusing as he grinned and snorted softly. “Yes, he does have some spunk. I like him…but no, the TARDIS isn’t a cheap prop, I certainly wouldn’t repeat that if I were you though, especially if you went inside of her. I’m quite sure she wouldn’t appreciate it…” He said before he squirmed and glanced at the Master. “Oh, I’m sure he does…I’ve been too afraid to go in and clean out his room since he left though…I’m not sure I could take whatever I found…” He whispered.

“We’ll be sure to stay away from your strange police box then…” Gene said as he eyed the said box. “I don’t think we’d all fit in it anyway…” He didn’t like how the Doctor looked amused.

“Oh…maybe. She’s quite special…” The Time Lord said mysteriously before he added. “Master, please behave. He isn’t going to strangle you…” He was stopped from adding more though by the arrival of the red-haired man. He had to repeat his mental thoughts: This was certainly a busy place!

Gene removed his cigarette from between his lips as he took another swig from the flask. “Jack Reynard…Gene Hunt, and what do you mean by ‘new arrivals’? We don’t want to be new anything. We just want to leave. Now if you will kindly show us the way to leave, we’ll be on our way then and I won’t have to hurt whoever decided it would be funny to stop a police officer while he was on duty!” He snarled.

The Doctor hesitated before he nodded. “Yes, though I would like to know more about this place. Where are we? What sort of people live here…and why is it dangerous after dark? What sort of creatures are these things that people are afraid of?” He chattered, frowning seriously as he put his hands into his pockets. His attention was again distracted however by the appearance of three new beings…

~

“Because Castiel doesn’t come unless I really need him, Sam and even then it normally takes hours of yelling myself horse.” Dean grumbled softly. It was true, the angel normally only appeared when he wasn’t needed, when Dean didn’t want him there even though he knew he needed help, or only after a long and exhausting shouting match at the sky. “What’s with that look anyway?” Dean asked as he noticed Sam’s strange expression, the way he was eyeing Jeir…

“Hey…jailbait, remember…I think anyway.” Dean joked as he reached out and shook Sam’s shoulder playfully and then swore loudly and hissed in pain as he doubled over and clutched at his knee and shine. “Damn…” Dean grumbled softly as he nodded a little in agreement with his brother, though mentally he was already imagining roasting marshmallows over the chest as it burned. As he finished tending to his aching leg, he limped after Sam and the strange vampire girl before he paused, seeing the group of people through the fog. One, two, three…six men just standing there and…oh blessed days, a car!

“Nice wheels…” Dean muttered to Sam as he stared at the Cortina, wondering just how the orange-brown vehicle drove before he blinked and looked at Jeir when she meet pavement. “Err…you okay, kid?” He asked, though made no step forward to help the girl as he reminded himself that she was a vampire with an evil box for a pet.

~

The Doctor hurried forward though when he noticed the girl and bending beside her, he stared as he offered her his hand, his smiling chocolate colored eyes shining with concern. “You alright?” He asked, his hearts beats louder and closer now.

[Jeir]

Forget it. The thread is over. I'm sick of waiting, among other things. I'm not going to bother with this site again. Good bye.

Reply if you will (although I know Rad won't - she's ignored the last 3 messages I've sent her), but I will never see them. Ever.