V. D.

By Flaming Trails

Disclaimer: I don't own BTTF, although I would like to own the Doc.;)

Prologue

Okay, before we get into the body of the story, a quick explanation of what's going on. This version of the Back to the Future universe takes place in a world where Parts 2 and 3 never happened. The movie ends on Marty and Jennifer kissing. What happened in this universe is that Doc came back on October 27th, 1985, right in front of his house, scaring the life out of Marty and Jennifer. Jennifer was told about the time machine, and Doc told Marty about how the car accident would give him a very bad future. His lack of details on said bad future caused Marty to think that maybe he didn't have one, so he didn't race Needles. (This will eventually become a story in its own right.)

On October 31st, Doc attended a Halloween Party with the McFlys and met Mysteria, an attractive woman who showed an interest in him. They began dating and fell in love. (Due to the fact Mysteria is a vampire alter ego of mine.) Shortly before the events in this story, Doc told her about the DeLorean, because he planned to marry her. Then there was a problem of some sort, and we end up here. (This, too, will end up a story.)

This will probably become the beginning of a series of stories, "The Vampire Doc Chronicles." V. D., in this title, stands for Vampire Doc. Of course. So if you like this story, review and I'll write up some more.

Chapter 1

Saturday, December 14th, 1985

Hill Valley, California

12:02 A.M.

Doc came awake with a loud groan. "Ugh, what truck ran over me?" he wondered, grimacing. He felt horrible-achy, cold, like he'd just recovered from a very bad case of the flu. The fact that it was pitch-dark, wherever he was, didn't help. "I feel like I've been dead for 3 days."

Wanting to get the kinks out of his muscles, he tried to stretch. He found himself unable to, surrounded on all sides by walls. Like he was boxed into something. He was also wrapped in something too, something sheer. Like a shr-

For a moment, Doc disbelieved. Then he felt the soft lining of the casket, and knew pure horror. "MY GOD, I'VE BEEN BURIED ALIVE!"

His first impulse was to scream long and loud. But he managed to resist it, although it was tough. "Calm down. No one can hear me through 6 feet of earth. And, by screaming, I'll just use up whatever air remains in here. Let's see, the coffin is about-damn, wish I could see-let's estimate 6 1/2 feet long, 3 feet tall, and 5 feet-

"WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!?! I'M TRAPPED IN A COFFIN!

"CALM DOWN! Calm down, -calm...down...."

Another revelation abruptly presented itself to Doc. He had no idea who he was. His memory appeared to be a total blank. "I have no identity and I'm the occupant of a grave. What a wonderful combination," he thought sarcastically.

Reviewing his options, Doc decided his best bet was to pound on the lid. Maybe someone would hear or would notice any moving dirt and guess his plight. He shredded his shroud cloth and banged his hand on the lid desperately.

After what was probably only a few minutes, but seemed to Doc like an eternity, he heard the sound of a spade being thrust into the earth. "Is it the night watchman or a grave robber? Oh, who cares, I'm going to get free!" He pounded on the lid as hard as he could, his nails carving deep scratches into the pine.

A moment later, Doc found he had pounded right through the lid. He could feel dirt rain down on him and sift through his fingers. Adrenaline coursed through his system as he made the hole wider and clawed his way up, towards the digging sound.

About 4 feet up, his wriggling fingers found air. A hand suddenly grasped his with enormous strength. Doc squeezed it tightly and extended his other hand. It too was grabbed, and his mysterious benefactor started pulling him up. Doc yanked himself free of the coffin and pushed up. He coughed and spit out dirt as his head emerged. His savior pulled him completely free by the shoulders as he cleared dirt from his eyes and sucked the cool night air into his waiting lungs. And then he was in his benefactor's arms, sobbing. All his terror poured out of him in a flood of tears and babbling. "Help me, please help me, they buried me alive, stay with me, please, help me...."

"Shh, shh," his benefactor whispered, gently patting and stroking his back, like you would a child. "Relax. I'll help you. I understand what you just went through. I will help you."

The voice was definitely female. Doc looked up to see a woman who appeared to be in her early thirties. Her face was full and kind, slightly pale, but with lovely red lips. Her jet-black hair fell like a waterfall over her shoulders, stopping just below them. She was very thin and dressed in a white gown with thin straps. To protect herself from the chill, a matching white jacket was draped over her shoulders. But what Doc really noticed were her eyes. They were a brilliant blue, almost ice-like. Looking into them, Doc felt himself calm down. He was in the hands of a trusted friend now, although for the life of him he couldn't remember her name.

"I'm sorry for acting so hysterically," he apologized.

"You have every right to act hysterically," the mysterious woman assured him, running her nails through his fluffy white hair. "I'd act hysterically too, if I'd been buried alive."

"Did you know?" A nod. "Did you try to stop the funeral? Was there a funeral?"

"Yes, there was a funeral. I couldn't stop it, though. George McFly refused to believe my word over the doctor's, Emmett. You were very close to him, and his family."

"I was? Is my name Emmett?" Noting her surprised look, he explained further. "I'm sorry, miss. The shock of finding myself in a premature grave gave me amnesia. I have no memory of who I am."

"That's perfectly natural. You'll recover soon." The woman smiled at him, making her face look more attractive than before. "It's a little sad, yet a little exciting, that such a thing should happen to you."

"I don't find premature burial conducive to excitement."

"That's not what I meant, Emmett."

"Emmett." Now that he said it, it seemed right. Like it was the only name he could have. "Emmett what? Emmett McFly?"

"It's right behind you," she said with a faint chuckle.

That was true, wasn't it. His name was right behind him.

On his tombstone.

Slowly, Doc forced himself to look at the concrete slab marking his grave. It read:

DOC

May he rest in peace

Dr. Emmett L. Brown

October 22nd, 1921-December 11th, 1985

Doc stared at the highly stylized 'DOC' that curved over the top of the gravestone. It seemed intensely familiar, even more so than his full name, or even his birth date.

Then he remembered. Marty. Marty McFly. His best friend. The kid who had stuck by him through all the reports of his insane behavior. The kid who was always willing to help out with his latest experiment. The kid who had saved his life.

The floodgates opened. Memories rushed back into his mind at the speed of light, rapidly filling in his blank history. Most made him wish he had stayed amnesiac. "He must be devastated," Doc whispered, focusing on the more pleasant ones. "My own best friend thinks I'm no more than a corpse."

"Sad, huh? He is deeply unhappy," commented the woman in white. Doc looked back at her. Now he could put a name to her. Mysteria Lillith Jones. His new girlfriend-in fact, his fiance. "Mystie," he whispered, using his nickname for her.

"I told you you'd get your memories back," Mysteria smiled.

"Most of them, thanks to that elaborate tombstone Marty probably forced his father into buying," Doc replied, managing a weak smile back. Then he turned somber again. "Mystie, what happened to me? I know who I am now, but how I came to a coma state is still a mystery."

Mysteria's smile was replaced by a look of intense sadness. "Emmett," she whispered, "you're a vampire."