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The TARDIS recoiled at The Master's touch, she didn't want him, she wanted her pilot to be the only one to control her. Only her early training to obey combined with her Time Lord's wishes made her cooperate.
The Master was well aware of the time capsule's revulsion due to the psychic link between them. It was almost like she was a real flesh and blood woman and he was taking advantage of her against her will.
In other words....it was thrilling.
He could feel her hesitation in complying with his commands, and it was almost as delicious as the sight of The Doctor frozen in place, unable to escape and the half dead mixed breed laying oh-so-still at his feet.
The vampires had been so easy to bend to his will. He had made them think he was doing this out of the kindness of his hearts, which if they had only eyes to see they would have realised he didn't possess. They believed he was helping them further their cause for some sort of blood sucker world domination, when in fact he was just planning on using them to finally rid himself of the last of The Doctor's defences.
With the half breed and the mongrel gone, it would be just him and The Master with any Time Lord blood running through their veins. The playing field would once again be even. At that thought he snorted, 'as if there were any question who would win'.
His original plan was to let the vampires feast on the mixed breeds then destroy them. Wiping the whole brood out with one sweep. But then, in a moment of sheer brilliance, he decided that instead he would bring them back to Earth and let them go ahead with their world domination with him as their leader.
He had no illusions that the meddlesome Doctor hadn't managed to somehow warn the misfit on the alternate Earth. But that just made it more fun! The thrill of the hunt was in the chase, as well as the capture. He could just picture the fight the half human clone would put up, defending his unworthy self, his misbegotten life. The defiance in the dark eyes, as he futilely stood up to an obviously superior Master.
The Master smiled softly at this imagery. Seeing the meta-crisis in his mind's eye he imagined destroying the one he loved the most. That ridiculous human female, with her propensity toward odd coloured hair. Maybe he would break her first! Defile and crush her and make the abomination watch, helpless against the events.
Then he would be sure The Doctor had front row seats as he killed his erstwhile double, slowly and painfully....
The mongrel he was still undecided about. Would it cause more pain to his fellow Time Lord to kill the actor outright or turn him into a walking leech first, then lock him away to starve to death?
Decisions, decisions!
Turning a knob on the TARDIS' control console, he fancied he could feel the ship shudder but respond.
The Doctor had claimed that the power of the alternate Earth would drain his beloved Time Capsule's energy but The Master made adjustments to her shields, feeding the energy loop from her main crystals back into themselves thus negating the effects. He had allowed himself a laugh when he finished the tweaks needed, imagining the incredulous look on his fellow Time Lord's face as his superior mind was once again triumphant.
Then, thinking a bit more about it, he realised that it was more likely that The Doctor used that as an excuse to not stay too long with these obvious rejects. After all, he had discarded them as the rubbish they were, why go back to visit with garbage?
This time the laugh bubbled out and it rang through the console room. In some ways, he mused I am the cosmic cleaner! Removing the debris and pollutants from the cosmos. First bit of tidying up would be the half breed, and his woman! Then the balance would be restored
Pulling a lever The Master glanced up to look for the female vampire. He spotted her standing by the frozen Doctor running her hands down his lean flanks, her tongue peeking out through her teeth.
"He's not on the menu," he cautioned her, "that was not part of the deal."
She shot him a glare and then pretending indifference picked up her handbag and rummaged in it, eventually pulling out a tube of lipstick to give herself a touch up, "how soon will we be there?" she asked after her ministrations were complete.
"Soon," he forced a smile, "and then you may feast."