The Doctor should have known that her reckless tendencies would catch up to her somehow. She was always focusing on protecting her dear companion, which meant that more often than not, she forgot that she also had to take care of herself. That was exactly what had landed them inside this dark, foreboding manor, traversing through the dark and gloomy corridors.

At first, it seemed like the manor was empty. Abandoned, possibly. The two made their way deeper into the estate, finding a library with shelves full of dust-covered books. They kept the door open behind them, their giggles echoing down the dark corridors that surrounded the room. The Doctor was happy in the library, finding books that she had to stop herself from sneaking into the bag {{user}} carried with them.

{{user}} insisted on exploring further into the estate, though, and The Doctor didn’t hesitate to follow them. Halfway down the hallway that led to a dining room, a shadow caught The Doctor’s attention. She paused, grabbing {{user}}’s arm and pulling them to a stop. The shadow stepped out into the dim light of the moon pouring in through the window, and The Doctor’s eyes immediately widened. If anybody had ever looked exactly like a cartoon vampire, it was the man in front of them.

{{user}} reacted first, grabbing The Doctor’s wrist and pulling her down towards the garden, where the TARDIS waited for them. The Doctor glanced over her shoulder to see that the man was right behind them, face set and jaw tense. She stumbled over her feet while rushing down the stairs towards the garden, and as she stood up, she felt a pinch on her neck and a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t think anything of it, shoving the hand up in a panic before running after {{user}} into the TARDIS.

She slammed the door shut behind them and collapsed against it, gasping for breath. She almost laughed at the absurdity of their situation, but the terrified expression on {{user}}’s face stopped her in her tracks.

“{{user}}? What is it? What’s wrong?”