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Of Voodoo and Vampires
Vworp.....Vworp..... Vwooooorp... Vworp.... Creak!
The Doctor pokes his head out the TARDIS' door to take in the surroundings. Well, they'd landed at least. The Doctor stepped out into the fresh air followed by Amy and the Rory at her side. The night was still young, if a little humid.
"Where are we Doctor?" Amy asks.
"New Orleans!" The Doctor says with too much enthusiasm, "The Big Easy! There's Cajun food, shrimp, jazz, all the Southern comforts!" He spins around like a big kid in a candy shop, "They call New York the city that never sleeps, but whoever said that never went here!"
Rory stands by Amy and puts his hands in his pockets, "So - er - when are we?" He looks at Amy and smiles, "I'll never get used to that."
"Ah," the Doctor bends down to pick up a pinch of dirt, which he promptly licks, "Blach- hmm, 18....18...18....18...18" he murmurs as he investigates the dirt, "I'd say early 1840's, the city's prime!" The Doctor looks around, the old houses, built in the French style with intricate carvings, "But something is wrong, I just can't put my finger on it."
"There's nobody here," pipes in Amy looking down the block.
The Doctor smiles, "Exactly. I see an inn on the next block, come along, Ponds," he says as he begins walking down the block.
The Doctor is pounding on the inn door with his fist, "OI!"
A voice from inside, "WE'RE CLOSED!"
The Doctor seems to be screaming to the heavens, "Are you going to turn down paying customers!!"
"YES! If you got shut out during curfew it's your own damn fault!"
The Doctor waits a moment, "Are you going to let a pregnant woman sit outside all night?!"
"PREGNANT?!" gasp Amy and Rory at the same time. Rory stares at Amy in awe while she elbows the Doctor hard in the ribs and stomps on his foot.
"You're not?" Rory whispers.
"Of course not you idiot!" Amy shouts as she stomps on the Doctor's foot again.
"OW!" the Doctor shouts, hopping on one foot, "Look let us in! I have money, and what's this about curfew?"
A sigh from inside, the clunk of locks being unlatched, and a portly man appears in the doorway, wearing his pajamas, "Fine get in, it's not like I'm short on room, with everyone staying at home."
The Doctor steps forward, "Thank you, good sir!" He shakes the man's hand, "These are my friends, now what was this about a curfew?" They all shuffled in.
"'Names Herric," the innkeep says as he pulls out a bottle of wine from behind the bar, and pours them each a glass.
"Hello Herric, so this curfew," the Doctor inquires. Herric offers him a glass but the Doctor declines politely.
"Started about a month ago, every night there've been murders. Night falls, the next morning some poor sod shows up dead in the middle of the street. Their blood drained and two holes in their neck."
"Vampires?" Rory asks as he takes the seat next to Amy.
The Doctor looks at him and gives him a smirk, while Herrick continues, "That's what some think, others think it's bad Voodoo, you know someone dealing with things they shouldn't. The police issued a curfew to keep people off the streets after dark, but still someone shows up stone cold in the street anyways."
"This happens every night?" asks the Doctor. Herric nods. "Voodoo and Vampires, huh? That's new, never seen that before. Still I think we can afford to stay a while, let's see what happens in the morning.
"Yeah, you might as well pick your rooms for the night, it's getting late," Herric mutters as he finishes his wine and leads the three guests to their rooms.
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Of Voodoo and Vampires
Vworp.....Vworp..... Vwooooorp... Vworp.... Creak!
The Doctor pokes his head out the TARDIS' door to take in the surroundings. Well, they'd landed at least. The Doctor stepped out into the fresh air followed by Amy and the Rory at her side. The night was still young, if a little humid.
"Where are we Doctor?" Amy asks.
"New Orleans!" The Doctor says with too much enthusiasm, "The Big Easy! There's Cajun food, shrimp, jazz, all the Southern comforts!" He spins around like a big kid in a candy shop, "They call New York the city that never sleeps, but whoever said that never went here!"
Rory stands by Amy and puts his hands in his pockets, "So - er - when are we?" He looks at Amy and smiles, "I'll never get used to that."
"Ah," the Doctor bends down to pick up a pinch of dirt, which he promptly licks, "Blach- hmm, 18....18...18....18...18" he murmurs as he investigates the dirt, "I'd say early 1840's, the city's prime!" The Doctor looks around, the old houses, built in the French style with intricate carvings, "But something is wrong, I just can't put my finger on it."
"There's nobody here," pipes in Amy looking down the block.
The Doctor smiles, "Exactly. I see an inn on the next block, come along, Ponds," he says as he begins walking down the block.
The Doctor is pounding on the inn door with his fist, "OI!"
A voice from inside, "WE'RE CLOSED!"
The Doctor seems to be screaming to the heavens, "Are you going to turn down paying customers!!"
"YES! If you got shut out during curfew it's your own damn fault!"
The Doctor waits a moment, "Are you going to let a pregnant woman sit outside all night?!"
"PREGNANT?!" gasp Amy and Rory at the same time. Rory stares at Amy in awe while she elbows the Doctor hard in the ribs and stomps on his foot.
"You're not?" Rory whispers.
"Of course not you idiot!" Amy shouts as she stomps on the Doctor's foot again.
"OW!" the Doctor shouts, hopping on one foot, "Look let us in! I have money, and what's this about curfew?"
A sigh from inside, the clunk of locks being unlatched, and a portly man appears in the doorway, wearing his pajamas, "Fine get in, it's not like I'm short on room, with everyone staying at home."
The Doctor steps forward, "Thank you, good sir!" He shakes the man's hand, "These are my friends, now what was this about a curfew?" They all shuffled in.
"'Names Herric," the innkeep says as he pulls out a bottle of wine from behind the bar, and pours them each a glass.
"Hello Herric, so this curfew," the Doctor inquires. Herric offers him a glass but the Doctor declines politely.
"Started about a month ago, every night there've been murders. Night falls, the next morning some poor sod shows up dead in the middle of the street. Their blood drained and two holes in their neck."
"Vampires?" Rory asks as he takes the seat next to Amy.
The Doctor looks at him and gives him a smirk, while Herrick continues, "That's what some think, others think it's bad Voodoo, you know someone dealing with things they shouldn't. The police issued a curfew to keep people off the streets after dark, but still someone shows up stone cold in the street anyways."
"This happens every night?" asks the Doctor. Herric nods. "Voodoo and Vampires, huh? That's new, never seen that before. Still I think we can afford to stay a while, let's see what happens in the morning.
"Yeah, you might as well pick your rooms for the night, it's getting late," Herric mutters as he finishes his wine and leads the three guests to their rooms.
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