Disclaimer: I own neither Vampire Knight nor Doctor Who. I own only my characters or ideas.

Author's Note: I don't normally place author's notes before my stories, but I needed to add that this story is set several years before Vampire Knight takes place. Takuma is 12-years old in the first part of my story; the Kuran family hasn't been attacked; the Night Class hasn't been formed. All of the canon will take place (both Vampire Knight and Doctor Who), but for the sake of my own plot, I need to space this story out.

If the chapter leaves you with questions, that was done intentionally. Too many stories are written with all the secrets revealed in the first chapter, so in other words: Trust me, I'm the author. XD

The Anomaly
A Vampire Knight/Doctor Who Crossover

Chapter One: The Fall of Arcadia

Sullenly, I sat at the table while my mother bustled about the kitchen. As she roasted various vegetables in a skillet, my mother spoke to me in a confident tone, "They did the right thing sending you back to me. Those foolish and arrogant council members refusing to stop taking children away to the Time-lord Academy. Don't they realize that any day now…" She shook her head, and tossed the vegetables in her skillet more violently than she normally would have.

Although my mother was ranting, she wasn't really speaking to me. I was only listening in on her one-sided conversation because it felt comforting to have at least one person on my side.

"You are a disgrace to all of Gallifrey! You are an anomaly! All mention of your name shall be stricken, and replaced with 'the Anomaly,'" one of the cardinals announced. "You will be sent back to Arcadia, and to your mother immediately!"

And so, I sat a bit hunched over at the kitchen table half-listening to my mother's criticism of the High Council's decision-making. Despite her relief to have me back, I felt ashamed that I hadn't even managed to pass the Initiation.

I should have pretended… But… I didn't know what was expected… All I knew was that I was supposed to view the Untempered Schism…

Each child was taken separately to view the Schism. The officials did not wish for the other members of the chapter to become influenced by their peers' reactions. If I had been able to see previous reactions, I would have been able to fake my way into the Time-lord Academy. Instead, I had looked into the Schism - into all of time-and-space, and it looked into me, and we recognized each other.

I had thought it would hurt; all that knowledge, power, and emotion contained inside the Schism seemed as if it could burn a person in moments, yet I felt oddly devoid of emotion, and pain, as I peered inside the Schism. One desire burned inside me, and I stretched my hand out to the Time-Vortex unconsciously. The only reason I was prevented from placing my hand inside the Time-Vortex was due to one of the cardinals grasping my arm tightly enough to cut-off my circulation.

When I turned to look at him, emotion suddenly rushed back to me, and I found myself terrified by the expression of hatred and rage on the man's face. Clearly, I had violated some unknown protocol when I'd attempted to manipulate the Time-Vortex.

"Mama…" I said, thoughtfully. She stopped her ranting, and looked at me to indicate she would listen. "What normally happens when you look into the Untempered Schism?"

Smiling falsely, my mother placed some vegetables on my plate. "Never you mind. You reacted precisely how you should have because it was honest, so what others' see or feel when they view the Schism is irrelevant to you. Each person is unique," she answered.

"But if each person is different… Why did they tell me I could not attend the Time-lord Academy?" I asked. "They called me a disgrace; they took away my name." I paused a moment, before admitting, "Even I can no longer recall ever being called anything other than 'The Anomaly.'"

"Arrogant fools!" my mother reiterated; looking angrily at the ceiling. "You will become the truest Time-lord of them all - with or without attending their school, and nobody really needs a name. Look at the Doctor; he's brave, and bold, and brilliant, but hardly anyone knows his name."

"I am one then? You think I'll be like you and the Doctor?" I wanted to know; I was a bit desperate to hear that I truly was a Time-lord. I wanted to travel and have adventures the way my mother had.

My mother smiled, and nodded. "Certainly. Now eat, and then off to bed. You'll have a busy day tomorrow," my mother replied.

Normally, we did not eat cooked food, but recently my mother had been preparing more and more complicated meals. I did not understand why we had ceased taking only the pills to satisfy our nutritional needs.

Of course, sometimes my mother had brief relapses. During her travels, she had gone to this marvelous planet called 'Earth.' She had become entranced by the simple-minded creatures the planet contained, and for a while she considered moving there permanently. Only her loyalty to Gallifrey convinced her to return; she had decided long ago that the culture and government of Gallifrey had stagnated, and that Gallifrey had become too difficult to live enjoyably on. Often she compared Earth's uncomplicated society to Gallifrey's, and I wondered if she regretted her decision to return.

On Earth, the population prefers to eat complicated meals – perhaps to make up for their uncomplicated lives. Meanwhile on Gallifrey, the population was too concerned by the chaos of the Time-War to prepare elaborate meals. It was difficult enough to survive these days.

My mother and I were lucky. We lived in the safest city on all of Gallifrey: Arcadia. With its 400 sky trenches, it was considered impregnable. Many refugees from all over Gallifrey gathered in Arcadia, and managed to live semi-peaceful lives.

Despite the terror of the Time-War, my mother still left me alone without worry. During my free hours, I would go to parks with my friends, and we would spend our time devising pranks to play on the cardinals at Primary - the school all children from Time-lord and Patrician families were required to attend before the Time-Lord Academy. When we ran out of ideas, we would consider what we would do once the Time-War ended, and real-life restarted. Secretly, we'd desired to take the example of the Doctor; we wanted nothing more than to run away from Gallifrey in order to see all of time-and-space.

My friends were all currently studying at the Time-Lord Academy; for them, the chance to become officially sanctioned Time-Lords had not been removed. When they realized that I'd been unable to make it past Initiation, would they still wish to travel with me?

"Mama… Will I travel like you did? When this war is over?" I asked, hesitantly. Whether the war would end or not also remained to be seen.

"Yes; you will," she answered, but she didn't smile. In fact, she appeared to have tears in her eyes, and she stood abruptly, and walked out of the room without saying anything further.

Slowly, I ate the roasted vegetables, then placed my dish in the sink.

For a while, I stood at the window in our kitchen, and I watched the skies. In the distance, I could see flashes of red, blue, and green, and I knew a battle was taking place somewhere above Arcadia. Despite the ferocity of the fighting above, Arcadia was silent and still. Nobody seemed surprised to have fighting happening above the city. The battles these day raged anywhere and everywhere, and they never seemed to cease.

"Anomaly, go to bed," my mother instructed me, as she returned to the kitchen. She was wiping her eyes, which were a bit redder than before.

"Mama… Is something bad happening?" I asked, concerned.

My mother forced herself to smile; her cerulean eyes didn't shine the way they did when she was genuine. "You will be safe," she assured me. "To bed with you! Tomorrow will be a busy day!"

Dismally, I climbed the stairs to my room. Since I had never expected to return to this room, the walk to my room felt as if I were walking to my execution. I hesitated before entering my room, and stood before my doors for what felt like hours before telepathically asking them to give me entry.

Upon entering my room, I began to feel slightly better about my expulsion from the Time-lord Academy. At least, I was in a familiar place with my mother. I'd heard rumors that the Time-lord Academy was full of hidden dangers, and that not much support existed. Even within the chapters, gaining enemies was as likely as gaining allies. Better to be home with someone I knew would only have my best interests in mind.

Although my mother had instructed me to go to bed, I strode over to the large bay window where I kept my stargazing gear.

Flipping open my notebook, I read my last entry silently before continuing to observe the distant planet through my telescope. Kolox was the home-planet of a species called the Skrawn. While the Time-lords didn't have any malice for the Skrawn, the Time-lords also didn't seem to respect the Skrawn's presence in the universe.

Still… An interesting planet… I thought, writing the current position of Kolox into my notebook before glancing back through the telescope.

However, when I looked back through the telescope, I discovered that the planet was no longer present. Instead of a planet, only debris drifted in the location I'd indicated on my paper.

I must have made a mistake. While I wrote the position down, I must have knocked my telescope into the wrong position…

For a while I searched desperately for Kolox, but without success. During the course of my search, I started out thinking that I must have made an error, but slowly I came to the realization that the floating debris was all that was left of Kolox.

Hasn't this Time-War taken enough already? I thought, writing down the date Kolox had finally been annihilated. Hasn't this war gone on long enough? Isn't it time that someone declares 'no more?'

Silent tears fell as I decided I no longer wanted to watch the tumultuous skies. These days I only saw destruction; those days when I'd witnessed stars being born were distant and few.

When my mother entered my room, I was aware of her presence only when she spoke. "Anomaly, is something bothering you?" she asked, softly.

"Kolox is destroyed… I watched it happen…" I whispered. Wiping my eyes, I turned to my mother. "Mama, will Gallifrey be destroyed, too?"

My mother didn't answer me. "If you go to bed, I'll tell you a story," she told me instead.

I nodded, then changed into a nightgown quickly. Maybe my mother would tell me about Earth; her stories about Earth always seemed so joyful. Whenever the battle raged, I enjoyed listening to tales of peace.

"Is the story about one of your adventures on Earth?" I wondered, as I crawled onto the soft mattress, and underneath the covers.

Shaking her head, my mother told me, "You always wonder why we don't belong to a House, and I've always told you that the time has not come to answer your questions." She paused, and looked resolutely at my bed-covers. "The time has come for you to learn something about yourself."

I groaned. It wasn't a story after all. Every time my mother proclaimed that it was 'time for me to learn something about myself' it meant that I was about to receive a riddle that I must solve before receiving confirmation of any facts. While I enjoyed learning more about my mysterious background, I did not enjoy thinking through my mother's difficult riddles.

"I'm going to write this riddle down for you, and add it to your bags," my mother told me. She withdrew a piece of heavy, durable paper, and wrote tidy, cursive Old High Gallifreyan words before placing the completed draft inside one of the packed bags next to my bed.

"Is something going to happen, Mama? Why have you packed those bags? Arcadia cannot fall; it's…"

My mother interrupted, "Everything changes after tonight. What was once true will be corrupt, and the suns will fall on Gallifrey."

Another riddle? Or does she mean precisely what she's saying…

"Anomaly, good-night," my mother told me, patting me on the head gently, as she stood.

I caught hold of her robes, as she turned away. "But the riddle…" I began.

"I've already given it to you," my mother smiled. "Don't look at it now; you must get some rest."

Obedient, but confused by the unusual behavior of my mother, I settled back into my pillows. For a while I stared at the constellations hanging about my room. Like real stars, they shone dimly in the darkness, and changed each night according to their counterparts' astronomical positions.

I'd always loved the stars and planets, and that was why being expelled from the Time-Lord Academy had hurt so much. From birth, I'd been entranced by the universe, and simply looking at it from afar had not been enough. My only aspiration in life had been to become a Time-lord, so I could travel to distant stars and planets – like my mother had. However, since I was forbidden to attend the Time-lord Academy, that aspiration was now little more than an unrealistic fantasy.

The decision-making of the officials was final, and without a TARDIS, flying off on my own to follow my dreams was an impossibility.

Of course, I did have some hope. The Doctor had stolen an outdated TARDIS, so he could travel the universe. Maybe I could do the same; although, to the Doctor's credit, he had attended the Time-lord Academy, as well as received advanced education. When my friends and I had planned our journeys, we'd always assumed that we would have at least acquired a certification from the Time-Lord Academy. How would I be able to learn the rules dictating time-and-space without an education? I had always been brilliant in Primary, but nobody could be expected to understand the intricacies of time-and-space travel with only a basic education. Especially when one wanted to actively participate in events.

Perhaps I could become a merchant; if I became a merchant, then I could at least travel to other planets.

Another impossibility. Even if the Time-War ended, and inter-Galactic travelling became a normal occurrence again, I would never be permitted to change to a lower caste ranking.

My only option besides becoming a Time-lord would be to become a Patrician, and study politics and other tedious subjects that didn't seem at all interesting. I'd heard that some of those expelled from the Time-lord Academy could also be sent into the army – especially, now that the Time-War had been ongoing for centuries, but obviously the officials had no intention of sending me into the army since they'd determined I was best sent home to my mother.

Seems a bit insulting, actually… I thought, reflecting on the official's words once more.

Pulling my covers closer, I rolled onto my side, and closed my eyes. I wasn't even aware that I'd fallen asleep until I felt my mother shaking me roughly.

"Anomaly! Wake up! Get dressed! Hurry!" she cried, shaking me still. "Arcadia is falling!"

Somewhere between waking and sleeping, I forced myself to sit up. Rubbing my eyes groggily, I repeated quietly, "Arcadia is falling…"

No! That's not possible!

Instinctively, I rushed to the large bay window, and looked out at the horrifying scene unfolding below. Screaming civilians ran through the streets, grasping the hands of children, and moving in large groups. Daleks were materializing directly onto the streets, and I knew that the sky trenches had each been destroyed. Above, I could see thousands of Dalek ships descending on Arcadia.

"Anomaly! Foolish girl! Get away from that window!"

Hastily I grabbed my telescope, notebook, and star charts, then rushed to fit them into my bags. I ignored my mother's protests, and went back to collect my astrolabe and compass, as well.

"Anomaly! Get dressed!" she screamed at me.

Stunned, but realizing that my actions were senseless, I quickly dressed in the ceremonial robes I'd worn while attending my initiation. Somehow, I wasn't much concerned that the heliotrope colored robes would make me stand-out amongst the red-clad civilians.

"Grab a bag, and let's go!" my mother instructed me, as she picked up the bag I'd laden with my stargazing equipment.

I grabbed the other bag which was much lighter since it contained only clothing, and I followed my mother downstairs and onto the street.

Although the screams and gunfire had been loud in my room, the sound on the street was deafening. For a moment, I simply stood in the doorway, and stared at the chaos about me. The street was almost unrecognizable. Buildings were reduced to rubble, and others were ablaze. Dalek ships shot at the highest towers, while individual Daleks advanced on the streets to exterminate the civilians and soldiers. Shouts from the infantrymen on the ground were practically lost in the whirring and buzzing of the ships, and the Daleks' cries of 'exterminate!' seemed to come from every corner of Arcadia. Nobody seemed to know where to run to. If Arcadia was no longer safe, where could we go for refuge?

Fire… and confused civilians… And intolerant Daleks everywhere… Where does my mother intend to take me?

I watched as a large group of civilians became surrounded by Daleks. They halted, then attempted to turn back, but found that way blocked as well. Hopelessness echoed in the eyes of the civilians, and as I watched the first child fall, I felt my mother's hand grip mine tightly.

"Run, Anomaly!" my mother ordered.

We ran through the war-torn streets of Arcadia. Streets which only yesterday had echoed with safety – even normalcy. How could the Daleks have gotten through two of the sky trenches; let alone, all 400?

For a while, my mother and I managed to avoid encountering any of the Daleks. It was as we rounded a corner that fate seemed to catch up with us.

A bulky metal object with a rounded top, and built-in weapons forced me to stop so quickly that I stumbled before falling backwards onto the concrete. My eyes widened with fear, and I bit back a shriek, as I stared into the eyestalk looking down at me.

The chaos of Gallifrey fell away, and all I could think about was the Dalek before me. It was so close; I wouldn't even have to extend my arm to touch it. I was startled by how much larger the Dalek was to me; even if I had been standing, the Dalek would have been taller than me by two or three feet. Although I had seen Daleks depicted in artwork, in books, and on video footage, I had never realized how terrifying they were up-close.

"Exterminate! Exterminate!"

A chill fell over me, as I realized how defenseless I was. If I have to die, I'll at least make myself worth remembering, I thought. I forced myself to climb to my feet, and took a step away from the Dalek, but didn't turn my back.

I wanted to say something brave and memorable, but when I spoke, only the words "ready or not" came out. Forcing myself to look into the Dalek's eyestalk, I didn't notice the man behind the Dalek until the Dalek exploded into fragments.

Startled, and relieved, I looked up at the man who'd saved me from the Dalek.

Timeless was the best way to describe the man. He seemed to have lived through the entirety of the Time-War, and despite not being outfitted in the uniform of the army, I could tell from his mannerisms that he'd been a soldier. The fact that he held a gun somehow seemed to contradict his nature, and I was surprised to discover that I believed him brave enough to enter battle without a weapon at all.

Without a word, the man turned away from us, and began blasting the words 'no more' into a nearby wall. From the other side of the wall, I heard the Daleks proclaiming, "Inform high command! We have the Doctor! Seek! Locate! Destroy!"

That's the Doctor... The legendary defender of Gallifrey... Even before the Time-War, he would defend civilizations... Armed with a screwdriver, and bravery...

Being grabbed by the wrist by my mother jolted me out of my reverie. "Lord Doctor!" she called, practically dragging me along behind her.

Although the Doctor had been about to board his TARDIS, he paused when he heard my mother's voice. Turning toward us, he informed her brusquely, "I no longer answer to that title." He didn't look at us as he answered; instead, he stared resolutely at the ground.

"Not now, but you will once more," my mother insisted, calmly. "Please, remember my daughter. She will need you to protect her."

Shyly, I looked up at the Doctor's weathered face, and noticed that he grimaced when he looked at me. Somehow, I knew his grimace had nothing to do with the idea of caring for a child. When he looked at me, recognition lit in his eyes, as if he knew precisely who I was. If I had to describe the emotion in his eyes in one word, it was best summarized as 'regret.'

Why is he ashamed to look at me? He saved me... He can't regret that...

When the Doctor did not respond to my mother's words, she continued, "She is known as the Anomaly - the girl with no name. You will meet her again, Lord Doctor."

The Doctor shook his head, and turned back to his TARDIS – a scuffed up, dark blue police call-box. I stared at it in confusion. What is a police call-box? I wondered.

"I know who she is, but I doubt I'll be meeting anyone ever again," the Doctor replied, sounding both disgruntled, and saddened.

Without waiting for my mother to respond, the Doctor entered his TARDIS, and took off. Crashing through the wall, the Doctor knocked several Daleks who had been searching for him to the ground. Disorientated, and confused, the Daleks screamed, "The Doctor is escaping!" As their eyestalks turned away from the Doctor's TARDIS, and they noticed the inscribed words "no more," the Daleks demanded, "What are these words? Explain! Explain!"

My mother's grip on my hand tightened, and she turned away from the scene, as she focused intently.

"Ameretat," she whispered, focusing intently. "It is time for another journey."

"But… Mama…" I glanced upward. "Dalek ships, and a time-lock…."

Escape was an impossibility. We were trapped. Where could we go?

Another TARDIS materialized before us, and I waited for someone to get off, but instead my mother began dragging me into the TARDIS.

"Don't you remember me telling you about Ameretat?" my mother asked, as I finally entered. The door shut and locked automatically behind me.

I shook my head. Truthfully, I wasn't remembering much of anything at the moment. I was a bit distracted by the chaos outside the TARDIS' doors to recall any of my mother's tales.

Sighing, my mother reminded me, "I named her Ameretat because she was at both the beginning and the end of the universe. You must remember that every living thing deserves a name."

I nodded, still confused. "Mama…" I began to ask 'Are we going to die?' but was too afraid of the answer to finish the question.

My mother startled me by placing a silver chain around my neck. I reached up, and held the attached pocket-watch, large white-point star diamond inlaid inside a ring, and the key to the TARDIS. As I studied the items, a terrible realization overcame me.

"Mama! No!" I cried, desperately. "I can't even fly the TARDIS! I'm not a Time-lord!"

"Ameretat is fully-sentient; she will fly herself," my mother informed me. "Sit down, and focus on a ripple in the time-lock."

"No! Mama, I want to stay with you!" I insisted, tears now streaming down my face.

My mother took me by the shoulders, and squatted down, so she could look into my eyes. "What do I always tell you? Every life I save is a victory. Permit your poor mother one last victory before she dies," she told me in such a cool and calm voice that I stopped being rebellious. She added, almost sadly, "I want you to live with the Tellurians; the life I never got to live. I wanted to send you away long before, but I was prevented. I never wanted you to witness this Time-War. I wanted you to have a peaceful childhood, as a human. Let me give you part of your childhood back."

"Okay, Mama," I replied, softly. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and sat on the floor of Ameretat.

As I closed my eyes, my mother instructed me, "You must focus every bit of your will-power on the ripple. Feel yourself going through the ripple; don't think of anything else."

Visions of streams and lakes flooded my vision. I imagined throwing stones, and watching the ripples moving outward; I imagined diving into lakes, and imagined the smoothness of the water coursing over my body as I disappeared into the watery depths.

In my trance-like state, I was not aware that my mother had set the coordinates. Nor was I aware that she hesitated briefly at the door to call over her shoulder in a whisper, "Anomaly, good-bye. I love you." I wasn't aware of anything except the ripple, and the feeling of gliding through a smooth surface. Somewhere deeper, I could feel desperation to escape Gallifrey rising inside me.

I must escape Gallifrey… Please, permit me to exit Gallifrey…

I imagined living a normal life on a planet that was peaceful, and I imagined that ripple, so vividly that I was briefly oblivious to the burning sensation overtaking my body. In the next moments, my memory became foggy, and I realized I couldn't remember even the most recent events. As my vision darkened, I fought to remain conscious, but it was impossible.

Initially, the TARDIS was incredibly stable, but without warning, it suddenly jolted, and seemed to flip upside down. As the gravity re-orientated itself to the floor, I shrieked, and felt myself slide uncontrollably across the floor. When I collided with a metal railing, I felt my skin tear open, and the burning sensation increased exponentially. Unable to remain awake in such an agonizing state, I finally gave in to the darkness.

As the darkness overcame me, I whispered, "Ameretat…" Not knowing why, but feeling that I was not alone, and that it was important to say something to the one who was with me.

For a moment, I thought someone replied to my call, but in that instant, the darkness overtook me completely.


All right... I know I still haven't finished re-writing Not my Time, and that posting a new story is probably a terrible decision... But I was inspired, and I thought a crossover between Doctor Who and Vampire Knight could be interesting (to say the least).

Notes:
Ameretat: pronounced: aa-mehr-a-taat; Persian for "immortality; eternity" (I'll be honest, the pronunciation is how I would personally pronounce this name; I can't find anything official on its pronunciation. If anyone knows its correct pronunciation, please, let me know.)

By the way, I want to add a disclaimer to state that I have no idea how the time-lock works. In my story, I'm going to theorize that the time-lock is present in order to trap the Time-lords on Gallifrey, so that they have to fight in the Time-War. I'll also make claims later that all Time-lords were scooped out of time-and-space in order to fight during the Time-War. (To be honest, these theories seem to make sense... It would explain why the Doctor never meets other Time-lords...) I don't think I'm ruining my story by disclosing these details.

Please, review to let me know of any thoughts! I love reviews; constructive criticism welcome! :)

Cheers,
Mango