It didn't matter. Not when the smoke of the outside fill her lungs, fires being built to burn the bodies. The smoke rose black against the setting sky. Clara gripped onto the Doctor's hand tighter, she didn't want to get lost. If she slipped away, he might never find her again. She might never return.

Something stopped him. Something wrapped its hands around his throat and constricted him from speaking any further, didn't let him say the next words. Why? He would mean it. After all these years, after dinners and dances and long nights awake in bed and long mornings awake in bed, how could he not mean it? Just three words, Hal, he scolded himself.

Why would I need to lie? He wanted to say, but he was lying. She had pierced right through his words because she had become an expert on him. Somewhere along the way, his mind became her own map and just as he found the treasure spots, she found her own Xs. And he hated her because she knew him so well. And he loved her because she knew him so well.

Yes, he wanted to say. Because poetry is the only way to encompass all he felt, for this, for her. Art needed to be complimented with art. Slowly, he pulled her hands away from her face, and kissed her, kissed those soft lips that held the secret to his conversion. The kiss melted like chocolate in his mouth, sweet, and always making him crave more.

That was a simple answer, a clean answer. He didn't need to further explain or argue. He didn't need to be caught off guard again, although he found surprise slightly more thrilling. It rushed to his head like the blood lust used to. Now, he craved spontaneity and a new life. Now, he craved her, not her blood but her. But she was not satisfied.

It was all just fun and games but when night eases in, that's when thoughts stir, when pulse races. Set in the same day as "Hex Club 7", Alex wonders what her true unfinished business is and whether or not she has enough paper to write to the big man upstairs. Hal, on the other hand, is plagued by his thirst for blood. And the truth was, maybe they needed a break.

Mystic Falls is in ruins. There are no survivors…except a witch and an Original. Bonnie Bennett is unfortunately stuck with Kol as she heads towards another city. But what's stopping her from running away from him?

All monsters are born from love. This is the tale of Charlotte Petrova, the one girl who sealed his fate, crushed his heart and made him the ruthless killer he is today. Rated M for future chapters.